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However, he didn't intend to take action himself. Instead, he gave Fan Xian a meaningful look and said:
"．"Master Xiaofan."
"It's your time to shine."
Upon hearing what Chen Qingfeng said, Fan Xian frowned suddenly and muttered in confusion:
"How should I perform?"
"You are... the person in charge of the mission!"
"Right now, the people of Northern Qi are in a state of deep resentment. It's your responsibility, brother-in-law, to step forward."
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly and said:
"That's a bad word."
“You are also a part of Nanqing, and a member of the delegation.”
"The most important thing when going on a diplomatic mission to a foreign land is to not tarnish the dignity of the nation."
"Not to mention these martial artists, I think many of them are here for you."
"Don't forget, Cheng Jushu of Northern Qi was defeated by you in Kyoto!"
"Shouldn't you at least do your part for Nanqing?"
After Chen Qingfeng's words, Fan Xian was speechless.
Earlier, Chen Qingfeng took him to see the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, and had him spar with General Wu An.
Now, when he encountered people from Northern Qi blocking his way, they actually let him go again.
"My brother is really... cunning!"
Fan Xian sighed helplessly, thinking that with Chen Qingfeng, a martial arts master, backing him up, his courage immediately returned.
Then, he quickly shouted to the guards on the other side:
"Old Gao! Go to the carriage in the back and fetch my Nanqing battle flag!"
Gao Da nodded and turned his horse around.
Soon, Fan Xian had a battle flag of the Southern Qing in his hand.
Chen Qingfeng looked at Fan Xian meaningfully, but didn't say anything, waiting for Fan Xian's performance.
The next moment, Fan Xian, holding a battle flag, leaped directly onto the roof of the carriage.
When the Northern Qi people who were surrounding the area saw this scene, they were all at a loss and confused, not knowing what Fan Xian was trying to do.
At this moment, Fan Xian smiled slightly, supporting the battle flag with one hand, and said:
"Everyone!"
"This battle flag is the battle flag of our Nanqing Border Defense Army."
"In the earlier battle on the border between my Southern Qing and Northern Qi, this battle flag was the first one to be planted in the territory of Northern Qi!"
"Today (Li Zhao) I see that you all seem to have a lot of prejudice against my Nanqing."
"If anyone has any grievances against Nanqing, or is dissatisfied with me, feel free to come up and fight!"
As soon as Fan Xian uttered these words, the Northern Qi people who were surrounding him were immediately enraged!
"hateful!"
"What an arrogant southern barbarian!"
"..."
Amidst the angry shouts, a burly man roared and leaped into the air, throwing a punch at Fan Xian.
Fan Xian remained motionless until his fist was about to touch his face, at which point he slightly turned his body and extended his right hand like a nimble snake.
Then, Fan Xian gently brushed his hand across the big man's wrist.
The burly man was struck dumb; his arm went limp and he crashed to the ground.
"Next!"
Fan Xian said calmly.
Next, several more people stepped forward to challenge him, but they all fell to Fan Xian's exquisite moves.
Fan Xian possessed the strength of an eighth-rank martial artist, coupled with the domineering true qi within his body.
Even a ninth-rank martial artist could exchange blows with him.
Chen Qingfeng sat in the carriage, looking calm and composed.
He could also see that those who had attacked earlier were just low-level martial artists, no match for Fan Xian at all.
Upon witnessing this scene, Shen Zhong's smile vanished instantly.
No matter how you look at it, Fan Xian's behavior was an insult to the prestige of Northern Qi.
But he couldn't say much.
"Is Chen Qingfeng trying to intimidate Northern Qi?"
Shen Zhong muttered to himself, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Chen Qingfeng, who was sitting leisurely in the carriage.
Just then, the crowd that had been blocking the way suddenly dispersed to both sides.
Immediately afterward, a swordsman dressed in black walked forward unhurriedly.
The swordsman had a cold and stern face, and an ancient longsword hung at his waist.
"He Daoist, a ninth-rank official from the Northern Qi, has come to learn from your teachings!"
The swordsman introduced himself, his voice like the clang of metal on metal, his eyes filled with cold ruthlessness as he looked at Fan Xian!
Chapter 109: The Ninth-Rank Swordsman, Daoist He! A celestial being descends from the heavens once more, his sword overwhelming the Northern Qi!
They saw He Daoren standing fiercely on the street ahead.
Fan Xian's pupils contracted slightly.
This Taoist priest has already introduced himself; he's a ninth-rank master.
How could those small fry compare?
"A ninth-rank swordsman, I'm afraid I'm no match for him."
"Losing the battle isn't a big deal, but losing face for the Qing Kingdom means we'll be condemned by everyone when we get back."
After a moment's thought, Fan Xian quickly looked down at Chen Qingfeng:
"Brother-in-law!"
"This Taoist priest is quite troublesome!"
"How about... you do it?"
Chen Qingfeng rolled his eyes at Fan Xian with disdain.
It wasn't because Fan Xian backed down, but because he kept calling him "brother-in-law."
This made Chen Qingfeng very unhappy.
She wondered if she should find an opportunity to clarify her relationship with Fan Xian.
That way, he won't be thinking about climbing the social ladder all day long in front of Fan Xian.
Just then, He Daoren didn't give Chen Qingfeng and Fan Xian any more time to talk.
"Zheng——!"
The ancient-looking longsword held in hand was suddenly drawn from its sheath.
In an instant, a cold glint appeared!
"call out!"
The sharp blade sliced through the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound.
When they looked again, He Daoren had already leaped up, his long sword aimed straight for Fan Xian's throat.
"what?"
This sudden turn of events caught Fan Xian completely off guard.
He originally thought that Daoist He would at least wait until he finished talking to Chen Qingfeng before making a move.
"I go!"
"Is this so lacking in martial ethics?"
"I'm afraid I simply couldn't withstand a powerful sword strike from a ninth-rank opponent!"
Fan Xian was extremely anxious.
It was clear that He Daoren was about to launch a deadly attack.
At this critical moment.
Chen Qingfeng made his move.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword hanging to the side emitted a clear, crisp sword hum!
"Qiang!!"
The dragon-slaying sword was drawn and soared into the sky.
At the same time, Chen Qingfeng, who was originally sitting under the carriage, disappeared from the spot like a fleeting shadow.
Upon closer inspection, Chen Qingfeng appeared like a ghost, blocking the path between He Daoren and Fan Xian, the Dragon-Slaying Sword now held horizontally in his hand.
Upon seeing this, a look of surprise flashed in He Daoren's eyes.
With his ninth-rank strength, he was completely unaware of how Chen Qingfeng appeared!
Before He Daoren could even think further,
Chen Qingfeng unleashed a downward slash with his sword!
"boom!"