Although the Han family has moved to Siyuan City for less than 30 years, with the old Wuzong of Mr. Han, he has developed quite a lot, with continuous residential land and magnificent magnificent spirit of the world.

"Mr. Daokuang is early!"

In the early morning, Fang Yuan had just gotten up and enjoyed the service of eight girls who could be called extravagant. When he arrived in the yard, he saw Han Jingfei and his sister waiting there, with even a little dew on his body. Obviously, the time was not short.

Among them, Han Jingfei was the most nervous.

At last night's banquet, Fang Yuan looked at him differently, praising him for being "surprised in bones and talented", which was suitable for practicing martial arts in the Knife Crazy lineage.

Mr. Han must have been speechless at that time. Naturally, he knew exactly what his grandson was.

But at that time, for some purpose, Han Jingfei and Fang Yuan were still closer.

‘In fact… Han Xiaotian, the ancestor of the Han family, is a nephew of the master. In short, I am still the grandfather of these two brothers and sisters... I am now downgraded from level 1 for no reason, so I am really depressed!’

After yesterday's observation, Fang Yuan had roughly determined that the Han family was a branch of the Master's family back then.

Even the surname has been changed, obviously to avoid disaster.

"Well, since you brother and sister can come, that's good!"

Fang Yuan nodded and pretended to be an image of a paradise: "Although you two are average, there are also secret techniques that are more suitable for my martial arts! If you practice it, you may have some achievements."

"Ah... I'll ask for some advice from sir!"

Han Jingfei was a reckless man. He was immediately overjoyed when he heard this. Han Ling'er pulled her cuffs. Then he was a little surprised. He smiled and touched his head: "Of course, if you want to become a disciple, our grandfather must agree!"

"Hmph! I have a single martial arts lineage, and I have special rules!"

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

"What rules?"

Han Jingfei was shocked, and then he realized that the Mad Sword Mr. Kuang Dao was a lone guest. Maybe he was a person from the evil sect. He acted extremely and complained secretly.

"My martial arts can only be passed on one person in each generation..."

Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "Before this, I have 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!"

"Haha...sir was joking..."

Han Jingfei felt very furious and thought to himself that he was indeed a master of the evil sect, so he could only smile awkwardly and hide it.

"But one or two secret techniques, there are not many problems! Then..."

Fang Yuan untied the long knife from his waist and threw it directly.

Bang!

This knife was just bought by him on the roadside. The steel mouth and the blade were extremely ordinary, but after he re-trained it once, he secretly planted a spiritual mark, which was naturally different.

Han Jingfei just held the hilt of the knife and his breathing was almost frozen.

A trace of blood red appeared in his eyes, as if he saw the scene of the world opening up, and a hundred tribes competing for power on the vast earth. A barbarian held a long sword, crossing the thorns, fighting against various wild beasts.

"This knife is called the Demon Sword. The sword technique is the Demon Sword Sword Technique, killing gods and robbing souls, and the sword is ruthless..."

Fang Yuan's faint voice came, dragging Han Jingfei out of the fantasy scene, and he was already sweating and steaming.

"Remember, the essence of this sword technique is to use people to control the sword, not people to control the sword. If your mind is not firm, you may fall into the side door and will never be restored!"

In fact, these twelve styles of the Demon Sword were just modified by Fang Yuan using his current martial arts knowledge to pick out a set of witch clan inheritance.

The sword technique can only be said to be good, but it is thick and ruthless, and it is tempered for thousands of times. If combined with a hint of wildness left on the knife, it will double its power and will have the hope of Wuzong in the future!

The reason for this is naturally because Han Jingfei is useless, and he must be tempered to achieve success.

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

Han Ling'er was so scared that she almost cried and shook Han Jingfei's arm.

"Not practice? No!"

Han Jingfei gritted his teeth. He was fascinated by a short period of time just now. The artistic conception of dominating the world really made him linger and reluctant to abandon it.

And he also knew his qualifications and was still between the 50s and 50s after breaking through to the Wuzong in this life.

But as long as you have this sword, you will be able to compete with the martial arts masters who have been perfect in the Four Heavenly Sect. The probability of breaking through to the Wuzong in the future will increase by a magnitude!

There is no need to say more about how to choose.

"Well, it's right, the magic sword has no regrets. Every time I use the sword, I will eat my blood! Remember!"

In the garden, Fang Yuan sat in the pavilion, watching Han Jingfei bewitching, and kept practicing sword techniques.

Opposite him, Han Ling'er's eyes were filled with worries, and she forced herself to make tea for Fang Yuan.

Her tea-sampling technique is light and exquisite, making people feel as if they are dancing butterflies, and Fang Yuan smells a familiar smell.

"Good tea!"

The tea soup is in the mouth and the aftertaste is endless, but Fang Yuan is a little confused for a moment.

Although this tea and craftsmanship are family traditions, he saw some shadows of forgetting the tea ceremony.

After a long time of silence, he slowly said: "You have a good foundation and don't need to learn any martial arts. I have a set of medical skills and a clear mind and calming formula. I can give you. As long as you can get started, even if your brother is crazy and has a magical mind in the future, it will be enough to save him. Are you willing to learn it?"

In fact, the magic sword he gave was just a terrifying look. At most, the killing point was. With Han Jingfei's materials, it was not that easy to become a demon.

But Han Ling'er was obviously frightened and immediately blurted out: "I do!"

"Okay, very good!"

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

“Cook tea?”

The girl's eyes were a little confused.

“It’s…”

Fang Yuan felt deeply moved. When Juexin Juexin accepted him as his disciple, he today passed on to two descendants of the Ye family. There is really a little subtle fate among them.

‘It’s a pity… I saw most of the people from the Han family yesterday, and they were not worthy of making a gift and gave them too much. But when I got into trouble, I would just spend my life safely as a mortal…’

Fang Yuan recalled scenes and his eyes flashed.

...

A few days later.

Four Yuan City, somewhere.

Sha Lifei, the leader of the Sha family gang, held two iron gills in his hand and looked at the old man who came to the door with a hint of solemn expression: "Who are you?"

"I am a Miao!"

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

But when Sha Lifei heard this, he was shocked and saluted directly: "It turned out that the head of Yuxuan Sect came in person, and he was rude!"

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

Cheng Miao glanced at Shalifei, and the powerful Tongmai Wuzong pressed down like a huge rock.

"It's...are you always ready to take action?"

Sha Lifei was secretly happy. As the overlord who was determined to defeat the Han family, how could he hide the major events in Siyuan City? Naturally, he knew that the members of the Yuxuan Sect suffered a loss at the hands of the Han family.

"Very good, the challenge is ahead of time. You will come to your door in person tomorrow. I want to see who dares to be an enemy of my Yuxuan Sect?"

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 inexplicably, which had already made his heart ignite.

Shalifei was overjoyed. He had a Tongmai Wuzong pressed the formation. This time he was almost sure to win. He immediately said, "Please rest assured that my men have already monitored the Han family. I learned that the man had also entered the Han family and had not come out for several days. He must be still there at this time!"

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

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

"Tiger beard, you can count it?"

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

"Who?"

Sha Lifei and Cheng Miao were shocked, and then the sword flashed. Two Sha Family Gang disciples screamed and smashed the door to pieces. A figure in black-clothed sword slowly walked in.

"Hmm? Are you... Han Jingfei from the Han family?"

Shalifei's eyes hopped and looked at the two guardians who were unaware of life and death on the ground: "Why do you look like a different person?"

"Hmph, you two are colluding with each other and want to plot against our Han family. Today I bump into my master's hands. You must know that it's amazing!"

Han Jingfei immediately took a sword and was domineering.

But in my heart, I couldn't even cry: "Mr. Kuangdao... Don't play anymore!"

"Don't worry, just let it go. Think about it, you have to kill two major martial sects in a row with less than the Yuanli realm of cultivation today, and one of them is Tongzhi, which will definitely become famous!"

A thin voice rang directly in his heart.

"I don't want this reputation at all!"
To be continued...