Chapter 387 Killing Chickens (Supplement 9)

Although the Han family moved to Siyuan City less than 30 years ago, with Mr. Han, the veteran Wuzong sitting in the town, the development is not small.

"Morning, Mr. Knife Crazy!"

In the early morning, Fang Yuan had just gotten up and enjoyed the extravagant service of eight girls. When he came to the yard, he saw Han Jingfei, his brother and sister, waiting there with some dew on their bodies. Obviously, it was not a short time.

Among them, Han Jingfei was the most disturbed.

During the banquet last night, Fang Yuan really looked at him differently, praising him as 'surprised in bones, talented and intelligent', and he is suitable for practicing martial arts of the sword mad line.

Mr. Han must have been very speechless at the time, and he couldn't be more clear about his grandson.

But at that time, for a certain purpose, Han Jingfei and Fang Yuan were still allowed to get closer.

'Actually... the patriarch of the Han family, Han Xiaotian, is a nephew of the master. After all, I am still the grandparent of these two brothers and sisters... Now I have been downgraded to a level for no reason. I am really depressed! '

After yesterday's observation, Fang Yuan has roughly confirmed that the Han family is a branch of the Shizun family back then.

Even the surname was changed, obviously to avoid disaster.

"Well, since you brothers and sisters can come, that's great!"

Fang Yuan nodded, pretending to be an expert outside the world: "Although your two bones are average, the martial arts and secret techniques that are more suitable for my lineage! If you practice the basics, you may have some achievements."

"Ah... please give me some advice, sir!"

This Han Jingfei is a reckless man. He was overjoyed immediately when he heard this, and was a little surprised when Han Linger pulled his cuffs again. Then he touched his head with a silly smile: "Of course, if you want to apprentice, you have to go to our grandpa." agree!"

"Hmph! My martial art is a single pass, and there are special rules!"

Fang Yuan looked at Han Ling'er and smiled sinisterly.

"What rules?"

Han Jingfei was startled, only then did he realize that Mr. Crazy Saber was a lone traveler, maybe he was a member of the evil faction, he acted extreme, and secretly complained.

"My martial arts can only be passed on to one person in each 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, so that I can accept you as a disciple!"

"Hehe... Sir, you are joking..."

Han Jingfei's heart was filled with fear, and the secret path was indeed a master of the evil sect, so he could only cover it up with an embarrassed smile.

"It's just one or two secret techniques, but there are not many problems! Then..."

Fang Yuan untied the long knife at his waist and threw it away.

boom!

This knife was just bought by him on the side of the road. The steel mouth and blade are extremely ordinary, but after being re-smelted in his hands, and secretly planted a spiritual brand, it is naturally different.

Han Jingfei just held the handle of the knife, and his breathing almost froze.

There was a trace of blood red in his eyes, as if he saw the first opening of the world, a hundred clans vying for supremacy on the vast land, a barbarian holding a long knife, overcoming thorns and thorns, fighting with all kinds of wild beasts.

"This knife is called the magic knife. The knife technique is the magic knife technique. It kills gods and souls, and the knife is ruthless..."

Fang Yuan's faint voice came, and Han Jingfei was dragged out of the illusion, sweating profusely and dripping with steam.

"Remember, the essence of this sword formula is to use people to control the sword, not to use the sword to control people. If you don't have a firm mind, you may fall into a side door and never recover!"

In fact, the Twelve Forms of the Demon Saber are just a modified set that Fang Yuan selected from the inheritance of the Wu Clan with his current knowledge of martial arts.

The sword technique can only be said to be good, but it is thick and ruthless, and it has been tempered for thousands of years. If it is matched with a trace of wildness left on the sword, its power will be doubled, and it will have the hope of Wu Zong in the future!

The reason for this is naturally because Han Jingfei is a good-for-nothing, and he has to sharpen it a little bit before he can achieve it.

"Brother... this magic knife is so dangerous, why don't we practice it?"

Han Ling'er was so frightened that she almost cried, shaking Han Jingfei's arm.

"Not practicing? No!"

Han Jingfei gritted his teeth, and was fascinated for a short time just now. The overbearing artistic conception really made him linger and forget to return.

And he also knows his aptitude, breaking through Wu Zong in this life is still between five and five.

But as long as he has this saber, he is now enough to compete with the consummated martial arts masters of the Four Heavens Sect, and the probability of breaking through the Martial Sect will increase exponentially in the future!

How to choose, really needless to say.

"Well, yes, there is no regret when the magic knife comes out, every time the knife is used, it will eat human blood! Remember to remember!"

In the garden, Fang Yuan took his seat in the gazebo, watching Han Jingfei dazed, practicing his saber skills continuously.

Facing him, Han Linger's eyes were filled with worry, and she forcibly collected her mind to make tea for Fang Yuan.

Her tea ordering technique was light and delicate, as if one saw a dancing butterfly, and Fang Yuan even smelled a familiar smell.

"Good tea!"

The tea soup tasted endless aftertaste, but Fang Yuan was a little crazy for a while.

Although the tea and craftsmanship were passed down in his family, he saw a bit of the shadow of the tea ceremony.

After being silent for a long time, he slowly said: "Your foundation is not bad, and you don't need to learn any martial arts. I have a set of medical skills and formulas for peace of mind. I can give them to you. As long as you can get started, even if your brother will Going mad and having a demon in your head is enough to save you, are you willing to learn it?"

In fact, the magic knife he gave was just looking terrifying, and at most lethal. With Han Jingfei's materials, it is not so easy to become a demon.

But Han Linger was obviously frightened, and immediately blurted out: "I am willing!"

"good very good!"

Fang Yuan nodded: "But before that, let's learn how to make tea first!"

"Make tea?"

There was some doubt in the girl's eyes.

"Exactly..."

Fang Yuan was filled with emotion, Jue Xin Layman accepted him as a disciple back then, and today he passed on to the two descendants of the Ye family, among them, there was indeed a subtle fate.

'It's a pity... most of the people who met the Han family yesterday were unbearable and gave too much, but if they get into trouble, it's better to spend their lives peacefully as mortals...'

Fang Yuan recalled the scenes, his eyes flickered again and again.

...

After a few days.

Four Yuan City, somewhere.

Sha Lifei, the leader of the Sha Family Clan, held two iron gallbladders and looked at the old man who came to him, with a solemn expression on his face: "Who are you?"

"I am a master!"

The person who came was wearing a white robe and looked like a fairy.

But Shalifei was shocked when he heard it, and saluted directly: "It turns out that the head of Yuxuanzong came personally, I'm being rude!"

"Well, you want to deal with the Han family?"

Cheng Miao glanced at Sha Lifei, and the mighty Tongmai Wuzong's aura was crushed like a boulder.

"Exactly... Could it be that you are always ready to make a move?"

Shalifei was secretly delighted, as the overlord who was determined to defeat the Han family, how could he have been concealed from him about the major events that happened in Siyuan City? Naturally, he knew that the members of Yuxuanzong were at a disadvantage in the hands of the Han family.

"Very good, the challenge is ahead of schedule. If you come to the door in person tomorrow, I want to see who dares to be an enemy of my Yu Xuanzong?"

A trace of anger flashed across Cheng Miao's face.

After all, Lan Feihong was his most beloved disciple, and he was injured and returned to the mountain gate for no apparent reason, which already set him ablaze with rage.

Shalifei was overjoyed, he had a Martial Ancestor who had access to the meridians, and this time he was sure, he immediately said: "My lord, don't worry, my troops have already monitored the Han family, and I learned that the man also entered the Han family, and he hasn't come out for several days. There must be time!"

"Very good, I want to see who dares to stroke the tiger's beard!"

Perhaps because of staying in this barren land for a long time, even Cheng Miao became a little arrogant.

"Tiger beard, is it up to you?"

At this time, a teenager's chuckle came from the front door.

"who?"

Sha Lifei and Cheng Miao were shocked, and immediately saw the light of the saber flashing. Two Sha Clan disciples screamed and smashed the door to pieces, and a figure in black with a saber walked in slowly.

"Huh? You are... Han Jingfei from the Han family?"

The corner of Shalifei's eyes twitched, and he looked at the two protectors on the ground who didn't know whether he was alive or dead: "Why do you look like a different person?"

"Hmph, the two of you are colluding together and trying to plot against my Han family. Today, you ran into my young master's hands. You must know how powerful you are!"

Han Jingfei immediately slashed his sword, domineering and awe-inspiring.

But in his heart, he couldn't even cry: "Mr. Crazy Saber...you old man, stop playing!"

"Don't worry, just let it go and do it. Think about it, today, with a cultivation level that is less than Yuanli Realm, you have killed two major martial sects in a row, and one of them has a meridian connection. 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 merit and fame. It's very good. I'm more optimistic about you..."

Amidst Fang Yuan's teasing laughter, Han Jingfei couldn't help himself, and stepped forward directly, using the magic knife method, covering Shalifei and Cheng Miao completely.

"No, this kid is weird!"

Cheng Miao stepped back a few steps, feeling the sharpness of the magic knife, but his face was solemn.

"Whether he is weird or not, we two Wu Zong join forces, can't we take care of a little guy?"

Sha Lifei roared, and with a shake of his waist, he pulled out a long whip with barbs, and swept it like a boa constrictor: "Huangsha Mang!"

"Jade shakes the universe!"

Cheng Miao nodded, formed seals with his hands, transformed his Yuan Force into a white jade seal, and threw it at Han Jingfei as well.

"Two Wu Zong beat me, I'm going to die, sir, help me!"

Han Jingfei screamed in his heart.

"Well, watch it!"

When Fang Yuan's thought came, Han Jingfei moved instantly, slashed out with a long knife, the light of the knife split, and instantly condensed into a piece of purgatory, welcoming the two Wu Zong.

Woohoo!

A large amount of heaven and earth vitality gathered, and even turned into a black phantom of ghosts and gods, roaring ferociously on the knife.

With a single swing of the knife, like an evil spirit descending into the world, Shura threatened his life!

"Yuanli? You are not..."

In the long river of sword light, Cheng Miao's surprised voice came, and two blood flowers bloomed immediately.

Puff!

The two corpses fell on the ground. Han Jingfei stared blankly at the long knife in his hand, still in disbelief: "Two Wu Zong, just died like this? How is it easier than killing two chickens?"