"Old man, give your all, otherwise this sword will end your life!" The white swordsman turned sideways and stared at Bantuohua, as if a sword had the meaning of the latter.

"Boil!" Anger appeared on the old face of a half-tuo scattered child. He was so despised by a younger generation, and he was also angry.

"Wait!!" Just as the White Sword Master and Bantuo Waste were preparing to fight against each other, the young man suddenly ran out to stop him, "One sword, Wansheng, for a sword, you have to kill intent. You are so narrow-minded. If Miss Xiao knew about it, she would definitely look down on you!"

"Well..." The white sword master was just a sword Wansheng. After hearing the boy's words, the figure that was surrounded by dreams appeared in his mind.

Seeing the sword, Wansheng hesitated, the young man said sadly again: "One sword, Wansheng, we must have won, and Miss Xiao will sooner or later, why don't you leave a good impression on Miss Xiao?"

"Okay, today I will give you Ye Xiaochai a face and let this old man go." One sword Wansheng thought about it and felt that it was right. A lady like Miss Xiao was afraid that she would be disgusted with the people who killed people all the time, so she put away her tense attitude.

On the other hand, Jun Moye, who heard the three words "Ye Xiaochai", was thinking, "It seems that he has seen it somewhere, and the system searches for the keyword "Ye Xiaochai".

"Ding! The search is over!"

"Ye Xiaochai is good at using swords and swords, and one of the strange formations of Xuangang Swords."

"So that's it..." Jun Moye understood.

I remember it was the first life, before traveling through time. When Emperor Qi Tian came to the North Crossing Tianhai, Liuxian Zhicang brought a few people to form a formation to deal with Emperor Qi Tian. Jun Moye could not remember the memories of hundreds of years ago.

"So this is the young Ye Xiaochai." Jun Moye understood.

Just as Jun Moye was thinking, a big red-faced man appeared to look for a sword to live.

"Fellow Daoist, I have a good news to tell you. Come back to Huanghuaju." The big red-faced man said anxiously to Yijian Wansheng.

"Okay." Yijian Wansheng nodded and responded.

"Ye Xiaochai, don't you want to meet Miss Xiao for the last time? Let's go to Huanghuaju with us." After following the sword behind Ye Xiaochai, Wansheng, naturally knew Ye Xiaochai's physical condition and his destination at the moment.

"Oh, I..." Ye Xiaochai was about to nod and agree, but unexpectedly, Bantuohua made a sound to stop him.

"This young man is so ill. I'm afraid he will die halfway through the way with you. Anyway, he has no time left. Why don't you let him stay with me and spend the last journey of his life?" Bantuohua said slowly.

"Hmph, old man, you don't want to accept him as your disciple, right?" Yijian Wansheng looked at Bantuohua coldly. His eyes were not blind. The old man in front of him also had the ability to take him.

Yijian Wansheng and Ye Xiaochai have been working for more than 200 days. They killed dozens of warriors who took Ye Xiaochai along the way, in order to torture Ye Xiaochai, and at the same time, they also ensure that they will not cause any changes in duels in more than a year. Now it is the last moment, how can this old man make a bad thing?

"The importance of the hands of a martial artist is self-evident. Let's do this. In order to prove that I will not accept him as my disciple, I ruined his hands." Bantuohua said lightly.

"Oh, how to destroy it?" Yi Jian Wansheng narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting for half-caught waste to move.

"Simple." Bantuohua grabbed Ye Xiaochai and pressed his hands on the chopping board, "Young man, you have to endure it. Haha!"

Bang! Bang!

"Ah!" Two consecutive hammers, Ye Xiaochai's hands were twisted and deformed, bloody and bloody, and suddenly fainted under the stimulation of severe pain.

"Hahaha, okay! Fellow Taoist, let's go." Seeing Ye Xiaochai's hands destroyed, Wansheng left with satisfaction with one sword.

"Oh, this method can save your life, otherwise you will have no chance when you go back with them." Bantuowu picked up Ye Xiaochai, who was unconscious, and walked into the house.

"Sir, go on the road earlier, so you can get to the next market town." Bantuohua said to Jun Moye.

"Well, it's good, but..." Jun Moye raised his hand, and a flawless ball of light appeared, and then he pressed it into Ye Xiaochai's body.

"This!?" As the white light flowed, the blisters on Ye Xiaochai's face instantly scabbed and fell off, and his destroyed hands also recovered as before, intact. Half Turtle, who saw this scene with his own eyes, was stunned and shocked.

"It's a magical skill! It's really a magical skill! The only thing that can be seen by Mr. Half Camel in his life!" Half Camel was so amazed.

"It will be enough to cultivate for a few days from now on. We will go on the road, see you again." After giving an explanation, Jun Moye and A Lian left the thatched cottage.

One day later, Ye Xiaochai woke up from a coma. The long-term running made Ye Xiaochai exhausted. He had not slept so peacefully for a long time.

"Hmm? My hands! How could it be?" Ye Xiaochai looked at his intact hands and immediately turned over. He clearly remembered that his hands had been smashed by the father-in-law with a hammer. Why is it now...

And it's not just a hand problem, his body is also full of strength, unlike the pathological condition he had before after smallpox.

"You're awake." Bantuohua entered the room with food, "I've been sleeping for a day, so be hungry, come and have some food."

Dong! Ye Xiaochai suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the half-camel.

"What are you doing? Get up quickly!" Bantuohua looked at it and immediately reached out to support Ye Xiaochai.

"Thank you, my father-in-law, for trying to take me in. I have cured my terminal smallpox disease. I can't repay my life-saving grace!" Ye Xiaochai said excitedly.

"Oh, young man, you thank the wrong person," Bantuo Zai laughed and said under Ye Xiaochai's confused eyes, "Your terminal smallpox disease was not cured by me."

"Not the father-in-law, who is that?" Ye Xiaochai asked strangely.

"Do you still remember the two strangers yesterday? The man who saved you was the one who saved you, who was a real god." Bantuo Fei still sighed when he thought of the scene of Jun Moye saving Ye Xiaochai.

"Brother-in-law, who is that person?" Ye Xiaochai asked.

"I don't know much, I only know that his name is Jun Moye, and that girl is his maid, named A Lian..." Bantuohua told Ye Xiaochai everything he knew.

"Jun Moye..." Ye Xiaochai remembered this name deeply in her heart.

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