It's just... now it seems that it has become an embarrassing situation where you fail to defeat the tiger but get injured by it.

"I'm really curious, where did you learn the Three Yin Demon-Slaying Sword for a helpless guy with no teacher?

Zong Ping is a native of Zhaoyao Mountain, and you are from Liaodong. The two of them are worlds apart, so they should have no connection at all!"

Yu Donglai looked at the white python flying fish suit with murderous intent and asked extremely seriously.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Ji has been extremely talented since he was a child, and his martial arts training relies entirely on self-awareness."

Ji Yuan answered softly.

"Oh, if you were really such a genius, you would have been accepted by the Six Unifications and Three Sects long ago!

Yu Donglai obviously didn't believe that the Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword came from the Xuantian Shenglong Dao.

His ancestor was once the leading grandmaster in Xuanzhou, and he was only one step away from attaining the magical power.

The eight secret techniques created are all excellent martial arts with infinite power and wonderful uses.

How can someone realize it so easily!

"The truth is often not believed."

Ji Yuan looked calm and paused.

"Inside Zangyun Residence, Hu Laoqi's big white wax spear, Fang Qian's flywheel repeating crossbow,

I can't help you Ji Jiulang. After the exchange of blood, there is no more..."

Ji Yuan was too lazy to listen to compliments, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he pushed the knife out of its sheath with his thumb.

Clang!

The sound of gold and iron trembles and rolls, vibrating endlessly.

The wind and rain in the Hidden Cloud Residence suddenly shifted, like a skewed bead curtain!

The air flow is like a muffled thunder explosion, like the roar of dragons and tigers, which has great power to shock the mind.

Immediately, the corners of the white python flying fish suit were rolled up and the robe bulged.

In an instant, Ji Yuan's spine bent into a bow, and the muscles in his body tensed, making a clear "thud" sound.

With just this bending action, terrifying strength quickly accumulated, like a dam blocking a river.

Then, he suddenly drew his sword.

Like a torrent bursting its banks!

Chi Chi Chi!

Yu Donglai's eyes lit up and he saw a raging fire flying past!

The light of the snow-white sword flickers on and off.

Within a breath, the head of the young man in gray fell to the ground.

The owl's head!

Blood surges like a fountain!

"Yu Donglai...are you my young master who died suddenly in Yujiazhuang?

It’s really interesting, you can’t be a human being, but you want to be a ghost!”

Ji Yuan was slightly startled, his eyes flashing.

He looked through various files in Wannian County and found out that the Yu family, the largest wealthy family in the area,

The real beginning of decline began with Yu Donglai’s early death.

The young owner of the village passed away early. How could Lin Yingxiu, a widow who had just entered the family business, be able to support such a large family?
Chapter completed!