Although the Han family moved to Siyuan City less than 30 years ago, with Mr. Han, an old martial arts sect, in charge, it has developed greatly. The homestead is continuous, splendid, and full of a sense of wealth in the world.
"Good morning, Mr. Knife Kuang!"
In the early morning, Fang Yuan had just gotten up and enjoyed the luxurious service of eight girls. When he came to the yard, he saw Han Jingfei and his sister waiting there. There was even some dew on their bodies. It was obvious that they had been waiting for a long time.
Among them, Han Jingfei felt the most uneasy.
At last night's banquet, Fang Yuan looked at him with special eyes, praising him for his "amazing bones and intelligent talent", which was suitable for practicing the martial arts of the Sword Kuang lineage.
Mr. Han must have been very speechless at that time. Naturally, he knew exactly what kind of material his grandson was.
But at that time, for some purpose, Han Jingfei brother and sister were allowed to get closer to Fang Yuan.
"Actually... Han Xiaotian, the ancestor of the Han family, is a nephew of the master. After all, I am still the grandfather of these two brothers and sisters... Now I have been demoted one level for no reason. I am really depressed!"
After yesterday's observation, Fang Yuan has roughly determined that this Han family is where a branch of the master's family was located.
Even the last name was changed, obviously to avoid trouble.
"Well, since you brothers and sisters can come, that's great!"
Fang Yuan nodded and pretended to be an expert from outside the world: "Although you two have average abilities, you are more suitable for the martial arts and secret techniques of my lineage! If you practice the entrance, you may have some achievements."
"Ah... please give me some advice, sir!"
This Han Jingfei is a reckless man. He was immediately overjoyed when he heard this. Han Ling'er pulled his sleeves again, and he was a little surprised. He smiled and touched his head: "Of course, if you want to become a disciple, you have to have our grandfather." Agree!"
"Hmph! My martial arts comes from a single lineage, and it also has special rules!"
Fang Yuan looked at Han Linger and smiled sinisterly.
"What rules?"
Han Jingfei was startled, and then he realized that Mr. Crazy Knife was a lone traveler, maybe a member of the evil sect, acting in extreme ways, and secretly complaining.
"My martial arts can only be passed down to one person per generation..."
Fang Yuan shook his head and said: "Before this, I have already accepted a disciple. If you want to learn again, I have to go back and kill that disciple before I can accept you as my disciple!"
"Haha... Sir, you are joking..."
Han Jingfei felt shocked, secretly thinking that he was indeed a master of the evil sect, so he could only hide it with an embarrassed smile.
"It's just a few secret techniques, but there aren't many problems! Then..."
Fang Yuan took off the long knife from his waist and threw it away.
boom!
This knife was just something he bought casually on the roadside. The steel mouth and blade were extremely ordinary, but after being reforged by his hands and secretly imprinted with his spirit, it was naturally different.
Han Jingfei just held the handle of the knife, and his breathing almost stopped.
There was a trace of blood red in his eyes, as if he had seen the scene where the world had just opened, and on the vast land, hundreds of tribes were vying for supremacy, and a group of barbarians were holding long swords, cutting through thorns and thorns, fighting with all kinds of wild and ferocious beasts.
"This sword is called the Demon Sword. The sword technique is the Demon Sword technique. It kills gods and seizes souls. The sword is ruthless..."
Fang Yuan's faint voice came, and Han Jingfei was dragged out of the illusion, his head covered with sweat and dripping with steam.
"Remember, the essence of this sword technique is to use people to control the sword, rather than using the sword to control people. If your mind is not firm, you may fall into the side door and never recover!"
In fact, these twelve magic sword styles were just modified by Fang Yuan, who selected one set from the witch clan's inheritance based on his current knowledge of martial arts.
The skill of the sword can only be said to be good, but it is thick, ruthless and refined. If coupled with a hint of wildness left on the sword, the power will be doubled, and it will have the hope of becoming a martial arts master in the future!
The reason for this is naturally that Han Jingfei is a loser and must work hard before he can achieve success.
"Brother... this magic sword is so dangerous, why don't we stop practicing?"
Han Ling'er was so frightened that she almost cried and shook Han Jingfei's arm.
"Not practicing? No!"
Han Jingfei gritted his teeth. He had been fascinated for a short time just now. The artistic conception of dominating the world really made him linger and reluctant to abandon it.
And he also knows that his qualifications will make him break through the Wuzong in his lifetime, and he is still within five or five years.
But as long as you have this sword, you can now compete with the perfect martial arts masters of the Four Heavenly Gates, and the probability of breaking through the Wuzong in the future will increase by several percent!
It really goes without saying how to choose.
"Well, that's right. The Demon Sword has no regrets. Every time it is used, it will devour human blood! Remember this!"
In the garden, Fang Yuan took a seat in the pavilion and watched Han Jingfei in a daze as he continued to practice his sword skills.
Opposite him, Han Ling'er's eyes were full of worry, and she forced her mind to make tea for Fang Yuan.
Her tea-ordering technique was light and delicate, making people feel like they were seeing dancing butterflies, and gave Fang Yuan a hint of familiar flavor.
“Good tea!”
The tea soup was in his mouth and he had endless aftertaste, but Fang Yuan was a little crazy for a moment.
Although this tea and craftsmanship are family traditions, they still make him feel like he has forgotten the tea ceremony.
After being silent for a long time, he slowly said: "Your foundation is quite good, and you don't need to learn any martial arts. I have a set of medical skills, as well as formulas to calm the mind and calm the mind. I can give them to you. As long as you can get started, even if your brother in the future Even if you are mad and have evil thoughts in your mind, you can be saved. Are you willing to learn?"
In fact, the magic sword he gave was just terrifying to look at. It was most lethal. With Han Jingfei's materials, it was not easy to become a demon.
But Han Ling'er was obviously frightened and immediately blurted out: "I do!"
"good very good!"
Fang Yuan nodded: "But before that, let's learn to make tea first!"
"Making tea?"
There was some doubt in the girl's eyes.
"Exactly..."
Fang Yuan was filled with emotion. Back then Jue Xin Jueji accepted him as his disciple, and today he passed it on to two descendants of the Ye family. There really was a subtle fate between them.
"It's a pity... I saw most of the Han family members yesterday. Most of them are unworthy and have given too many gifts. However, if they get into trouble, they can just live their lives peacefully as mortals..."
Fang Yuan recalled the scenes, his eyes flashing again and again.
…
A few days later.
Siyuan City, somewhere.
The leader of the Shajia Gang, Sha Lifei, held two iron gallbladders in his hands and looked at the old man who came to the door in front of him, with a hint of solemnity in his expression: "Who are you?"
"I am a married woman!"
The person who came was wearing a white robe and looked like an immortal.
But when Shali Fei heard this, he was immediately shocked and saluted directly: "It turns out that the head of Yuxuan Sect is here personally. I'm rude!"
"Well, you want to deal with the Han family?"
Cheng Miao glanced at Sha Lifei, and the powerful Tongmai Wuzong was pressing down like a boulder.
"Exactly... Are you always ready to take action?"
Shali Fei was secretly happy. As the overlord determined to overthrow the Han family, how could he hide the major events that happened in Siyuan City? Naturally, he knew that the members of the Yuxuan Sect suffered losses at the hands of the Han family.
"Very good, the challenge is ahead of schedule. You will come to the door in person tomorrow. I want to see who dares to be an enemy of my Jade Xuan Sect?"
A trace of anger flashed across Cheng Miao's face.
After all, Lan Feihong was his most beloved disciple, and the fact that he returned to the mountain gate unexplainedly injured had already made him burn with rage in his heart.
Shali Fei was overjoyed. He had a Tongmai Wuzong to suppress the formation. This time he was almost certain. He immediately said: "Please rest assured, Sir, my troops have already monitored the Han family. I learned that the man also entered the Han family and did not come out for several days. Now The time must still be there!”
"Very good, I want to see who dares to stroke the tiger's beard!"
Perhaps after staying in this barren land for a long time, even Cheng Miao became a little arrogant.
"Tiger Beard, do you count?"
At this moment, a young boy's chuckle came from the front door.
"who?"
Shali Fei and Cheng Miao were shocked. Immediately, they saw the light of the sword flashing. Two Shajia Gang disciples screamed and smashed the door into pieces. A figure in black and holding a sword slowly walked in.
"Huh? Are you... Han Jingfei from the Han family?"
Shali Fei's eyes twitched and he looked at the two guardians on the ground who were not sure whether they were alive or dead: "Why do you seem to have changed?"
"Hmph, you two are working together and trying to plot against my Han family. Today you fell into my hands. I must know how powerful you are!"
Han Jingfei immediately slashed with his sword in a domineering manner.
But in my heart, I couldn't even cry anymore: "Mr. Crazy Knife... you old man, please stop playing!"
"Don't worry, just go ahead and do it. Think about it, today you have killed two major martial arts sects with a cultivation level that is not yet at the Yuanli realm, and there is also a Tongmai among them. You will definitely become famous!"
A thin voice sounded directly in his heart.
"I don't want this kind of reputation at all!"
Han Jingfei complained in his heart.
"Well, boy, at your age, you know how to hide your merit and fame. It's very good. I am more optimistic about you..."
Amidst Fang Yuan's teasing laughter, Han Jingfei couldn't help but stepped forward and used the magic sword to cast a spell, covering Shali Fei and Cheng Miao.
"No, this kid is weird!"
Cheng Miao took a few steps back, feeling the sharpness of the magic knife, but his face was solemn.
"No matter if he is weird or not, if we two martial arts sects join forces, we can't deal with this little guy?"
Shali Fei roared, shook his waist, and pulled out a long whip with barbs, sweeping it like a python: "The yellow sand is wild!"
"Jade shakes the universe!"
Cheng Miao nodded, formed a seal with his hands, and transformed his Yuanli into a white jade seal, which he also threw at Han Jingfei.
"If two martial arts masters hit me, I will die. Sir, help me!"
Han Jingfei's soul came out and he screamed in his heart.
"Well, watch it!"
When Fang Yuan's thoughts came to him, Han Jingfei made an instant move, slashed out with his long sword, and the light of the sword split into a purgatory, welcoming the two martial sects.
Woohoo!
A large amount of heaven and earth energy gathered together, and even turned into a black shadow of ghosts and gods, roaring ferociously on the blade.
With one swing of the knife, it was like an evil ghost descending into the world, and Shura demanded his life!
"Yuanli? You're not..."
In the long river of sword light, Cheng Miao heard a surprised voice, and immediately saw two blood flowers blooming.
Poof!
Two corpses fell to the ground. Han Jingfei stared at the long knife in his hand, still unable to believe it: "Two martial arts sects died like this? Why is it easier than killing two chickens?"