Grandmaster Battle

"Come with me for a trip, disciples!"

After dinner, the three were drinking tea when Xuan Ci suddenly spoke.

"Yes!"

Though Little Meng was surprised by his master's sudden decision to go out, he could not ask about it and could only rise to follow.

"Are you... heading out?"

Seeing the three monks pass by the entrance, Bai Ze, the "Ice River Swordsman," rose with a smile. "The grandmaster duel is about to begin!"

The three gray-robed monks stepped out of Hanhai First Establishment.

At that moment, Qu Jiuniang, who had been sitting behind the counter, indifferent to everything and uninterested in anything, suddenly raised her head.

"Crying Old Man has returned to the martial world, and Shaolin's Xuan Ci has entered the Hanhai. If those two things aren't connected, not even ghosts would believe it!"

Qu Jiuniang watched the three men's retreating backs and lightly tapped the counter. Then, as if she had noticed something, she looked up toward the second floor.

She saw the cold, stern swordsman in white clothes like snow.

"They've all gathered here? You... had better not provoke me."

With a cold snort in her heart, Qu Jiuniang lowered her head again, opened the cash box beneath the counter, and began counting money.

As a member of Immortal Traces, Qu Jiuniang, known as Bi Xia Yuan Jun, might not yet possess the strength to contend with a grandmaster, but... she had an organization behind her!

The leader of Immortal Traces, Chonghe Zhenren, the Lingbao Heavenly Venerable, was a Law Body realm expert. Qu Jiuniang had ample confidence in facing threats from the outside world.

Outside Liusha Market.

In the direction facing the Hanhai stood a low hill.

The hill was utterly unremarkable. Like the countless cliffs in the Hanhai, it was covered in gravel and