Chapter Fifty-Four: The True and False Green Robes

  Four people arrived at the foot of Sunset Mountain, looked up and saw it towering into the clouds. The wind whistled and asked in a faint voice: "Where is the place you agreed to meet?"

  "Mountain peak!" Jian Chongtian calmly replied, without diminishing the demeanor of a generation of great heroes.

  "If this is fake, we must tear him apart!" Feng Xiao Xiao gritted her teeth and said.

  Three people did not like the despicable face of Xiao Xiao, but they agreed with Xiao Xiao's suggestion one hundred percent.

  The sun sets on the mountain peak, a man in green clothes stands with his back to the crowd, holding a long sword with a black scabbard.

  Jian Wuheng said to everyone: "This formation looks a bit familiar!"

  The wind whispered: "Which one doesn't look like it? I want to change into that one and poke him, he looks even more like it!"

  Jian Wuheng said discontentedly: "You can't be so pessimistic! Can't you say something auspicious?"

  I'm so exhausted that I'd rather lie down on the ground, and the wind whispers: "I just speak the truth, the more hope, the greater disappointment. Today, I deeply understand the meaning of this sentence!"

  As the crowd spoke and moved forward, the man in green heard their voices, turned around, and with a gaze that pierced through the air, coldly said: "One Sword to the Sky, you've finally arrived!"

  "Look, I've recognized you, it seems this is true!"

  One Sword Charging the Sky and Wind Xiao Xiao exchanged a glance, Wind Xiao Xiao said: "This is ridiculous, this is stupid enough, coming up and exposing himself, One Sword Charging the Sky and Qing Yi Ren's duel was still in public testing, everyone looked the same, how could he possibly recognize him!"

  "Aren't you the ones who said back then that it's the sword that matters, not the person?"

  "Look at your husband's sword, now everyone on the street is wearing a sword like this! There are more people imitating your husband than those who dress up as Qing Yi!"

  "How did he come to know Jianzhongtian?"

  "Feng Xiao Xiao shook her head and said: 'Big sister, in this Jianghu, there are more people who don't know the one-sword-charge-to-the-sky than those who don't know me!'"

  He Xueyi still looked puzzled, and Jian Wuhuo couldn't help but say: "Feng Xiao, can you please speak directly for once? You always beat around the bush!"

  Yijian Chongtian also laughed and pulled everyone along, saying: "Alright, let's go! Anyway, I'm already used to it." Everyone turned around and prepared to leave.

  The man in green clothes looked at the crowd coming up and seeing himself, said a few words to himself and was about to leave, but suddenly lost control and shouted: "One sword rushes to the sky, you come back to me!"

  On this windy day, he had been deceived three or four times. His pent-up anger had nowhere to vent, and hearing the fake goods still shouting behind him, for a moment, he couldn't control himself. With full force, he started "swift as lightning", and everyone saw a flash of his figure, Wind Sough was already standing in front of the man in green clothes, saying viciously: "You're back, what do you want to do?"

  Everyone was shocked by Feng Xiao Xiao's astonishing speed, especially when he charged into the sky with one sword. Those who knew Feng Xiao Xiao for some time couldn't help but feel that he had been hiding his true abilities all along. Just from this one move alone, none of the people he knew could match up to him.

  The fake Qing Yi person now had fear in his eyes, and thought to himself: Qing Yi is known for being swift and ruthless, this person's speed is so fast, his words are so ruthless, could he be the real Qing Yi? No wonder he saw through my disguise as soon as he came up! He forced a smile on his face and said: "Ah, I called everyone back to apologize to you all, and play a joke on you, wasting your time, sorry about that, haha!"

  Feng Xiao Xiao glared at him fiercely again and turned around to walk towards the crowd.

  Everyone's gaze was fixed on the national treasure with a piercing and discerning eye.

  The wind was blowing, and my heart was thumping. Alas, how could I have been so careless as to reveal myself? Impulsiveness is the devil, impulsiveness is the devil! Seeing He Xueyi still standing foolishly on one side, being surprised by everyone's surprise, I couldn't help but think of a phrase from Jibao Pan: "Ignorant people are truly happy..." Feng Xiao quickly shifted everyone's attention and smiled wryly: "Another fake!"

  One sword rushed to the sky, and he came back to his senses. With a helpless expression, he said: "You've only met a few, but I've been chasing after news of Qingyi people everywhere these days, and I don't know how many fake and inferior products I've encountered." He then turned to ask Feng Xiao Xiao: "How is it that you're so interested in Qingyi people?"

  "The wind whispered: 'I've always been very interested in him!'"

  One Sword To The Sky asked: "Do you also want to exchange blows with him?"

  "The wind whispered: 'That's not it, just curiosity, I really want to know who this person is!'"

  "One Sword Charging to the Sky stared at the Windy Xiao for a while and said: 'However, I also have a new opinion of you. Your current level isn't very high, but your lightness skill is something that even I can only hope to catch up with!'"

  The wind whispers with laughter, without words.

  "One Sword Charging Heaven said: 'Your level may not be high, but your leveling speed is the fastest among all the people I know!'"

  "That's all thanks to friends bringing me out!"

  "One Sword Charging Heaven said: 'Looking at your leveling speed, you must be a master of group injury skills, right?'"

  The wind whispers a smile but doesn't answer, thinking to herself that she's indeed a mastermind, guessing it so accurately.

  Yijian Chongtian smiled and said: "Alright, do you want to come with us for a stroll?"

  Feng Xiao Xiao laughed and said: "Traveling the world can still be like you, with a family to support!"

  One sword rushed into the sky with a loud laugh, and patted the wind whistling: "Then we'll meet again someday!"

  "We'll meet again!" the wind whispered back.

  Jian Wuhua and He Xueyi also bid farewell to Feng Xiaoxiao and left by a path behind the mountain.

  Bidding farewell to the sword that pierced the sky, several people walked down the mountain with a gentle breeze, their hearts still not completely calm. This time, this green-clothed person was the third one I met today. Alas, there are just so many boring people in the game. However, none of these green-clothed people can reach the level of a true green-clothed person. It's worth noting that the appearance of green-clothed people was during the public beta test, and with the current players' general level, those who have surpassed the strength of the original green-clothed people are no longer in the minority. These fake ones, on the other hand, have low levels and can be easily distinguished from the real ones as soon as they take action.

  Who is the real Qing Yi Ren? What kind of martial arts does he use? Is his sword special in any way? And why did he disappear after defeating Yi Jian Zhong Tian? These questions about Qing Yi Ren have been following him since the beginning of Feng Xiao Xiao's journey, when will they be answered?!

  Suddenly felt water dripping on my face, looked up and saw dark clouds gathering, rain was just a matter of time. The wind howled and I quickly ran with all my might, not even halfway up the mountain, the rain was already pouring down in torrents. Seeing no lightning or thunder, I shrunk my body and hid under a big tree by the road, thinking to myself that those people from the "One Sword to the Sky" gang must have been drenched to the bone.

  The rain seemed to have no intention of stopping, and the people who were leveling up on the road all logged off one after another. Being alone in this desolate mountain wilderness was also meaningless, so I was just about to log off when suddenly, a figure slowly emerged from the forest across the road, holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and a sword with a hilt and blade that still shone in the misty weather.

  The wind was blowing strongly, and his heart was racing. On the street in front of the tea house, a figure emerged from the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella with one hand and a long sword with a black scabbard in the other. The hilt and guard of the sword sparkled in the dim light, and the figure walked slowly towards him through the wind and rain. This scene had been deeply etched in his mind for a long time, and now it was unfolding before his eyes once again, only with a different backdrop. On this rainy day, Feng Xiao Xiao's mouth felt dry, but he knew clearly who he saw, and his intuition told him that this time it was real.

  The figure stepped closer and closer, becoming clearer with each step. The doubts in Feng Xiao Xiao's mind also seemed to dissipate with each step, but the rain remained heavy.