From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The two walked to the middle of the city.

The eldest swordsman was still sitting alone in front of the hut.

Chen Xi, the head of the Chen family who ranked sixth among the ten, knelt on the ground, looking angry yet helpless.

"Grandfather, in this bloody battle, including the sacrifices, seventeen earthly immortals died. All my descendants except Sanqiu are dead. Please show mercy and let a few people from the Chen family go to Haoran to expand. Chen Xi is willing to pave the way for Dong Sangeng in the next war and kill a throne to repay, regardless of life or death."

The eldest swordsman looked calm, "The Chen family left, the Dong family left, the Qi family left, every family left, what about those who stayed and died in battle? Don't you feel guilty about leaving? I know the situation, so I tolerate you saying it again and again, but there will always be a day when patience runs out. Don't think I have a good temper."

Chen Xi threw his hands and said angrily, "Other powerful families have their ups and downs, but my Chen family disciples have been dead for ten thousand years! Whenever there is a war, the big monsters always target the Chen family's talents. You are fair and just, but the Chen family is your bloodline after all. Isn't this kind of fairness a kind of bias to us!"

The eldest swordsman slapped Chen Xi back into the city.

Over the past ten thousand years, in order to prevent the emergence of a second mortal enemy, Tuoyue Mountain has counted the killing of any direct descendant of the Chen family as a fifth-level military merit, regardless of their cultivation level, and it is awarded by the Second Ancestor himself. Some powerful monster tribes may not care about the benefits, but few people can face the temptation of meeting with the giants calmly. Tuoyue Mountain never cares about using this opportunity to show off one's talents, and even deliberately indulges them.

The hidden official who was watching the show sneered. Knowing that he couldn't hurt the other party and couldn't die himself, Chen Xi, a swordsman in the Ascension Realm, didn't even dare to fight back. He was really afraid of Chen Qing to the core.

Jiang Yuan said calmly: "Too much is as bad as too little."

The eldest swordsman said with a smile: "Come back and ask for advice when you have children and grandchildren."

Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows and reached out to touch his lower back.

"I have nothing to say to you."

……

Midnight Chou time.

After a round of inspection, Jiang Yuan returned to the Zi-zi-hao front.

All his military exploits were exchanged for one move by the eldest swordsman, but there were still a lot of debris and broken semi-immortal weapons on the bodies of several big monsters, which were exchanged for a book "Law of Heaven and Earth".

In addition, Xiao Fan's "Sword Body Art" was also compiled into a book and sold in the Summer Palace, but the price was too high and the requirements were strange, requiring "the favor of the Hidden Official." All local sword practitioners knew that the Hidden Official only looked at people with outstanding qualifications or good looks, and would not give any attention to others.

Jiang Yuan reorganized the Sword Body Art. The idea was extremely simple, without any realm division. The general idea was to regard the physical body as a flying sword, and the sword energy as the Dragon-Slaying Platform, and use the physical body to hit the sword energy. If one can withstand the sword of the middle five realms without getting hurt, he is considered to have entered the door. The same goes for Earth Immortal, Sword Immortal, Great Sword Immortal, and so on. This method has always been regarded by local sword practitioners as the most straightforward method of strengthening the body.

As for how to repair your body after it’s worn out, you have to figure it out yourself. If you don’t have a way, don’t practice.

"In the original world, a warrior of the Ninth Realm would become weak and frail after his spine was broken."

Jiang Yuan pondered, warriors and qigong practitioners have something in common, the word "Qi" involves the fundamentals, the hidden official Xiao Fen directly abandoned this point, even if there is only a piece of bone left in the sword body, it still has sufficient hardness, the price is to give up all the magical powers of the warrior at the same time.

The next second, a token obtained from Old Man Yang appeared in his palm. The cave had been refined, and there was a whole piece of medium-sized blessed land inside.

Jiang Yuan cut his wrist and tried to use the Saint Thief to absorb the vitality contained in the world. After a while, his injuries recovered.

A flying sword carrying a message flew across the air.

Not long after, the great swordsman Yue Qing landed on the ground, still smelling of alcohol on his body, obviously having just come out of a restaurant.

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Yuan said: "I remember that Yun Que Zai Tian seemed to have suffered a lot of damage."

Yue Qing's face froze. Why did you bring this up?

"Just think of me as a dragon-slaying platform to save you some money." Yue Qing suddenly realized as he listened to the other party's explanation of the method.

"You have met Lord Yinguan, right? I will contribute 30% of my strength first."

The Great Swordsman's sword, with 30% of its strength, turned into a rain of swords, which immediately drenched the man's body, causing it to crack and bleed. His physique at the Guizhen level did not have the protective fist power and the circulation of Qi, so he could not withstand this kind of cleansing.

Half a minute later, all injuries were healed.

"Go on." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

Another sword, still with 30% strength.

"Your recovery method is of high quality. I think we only need to go into seclusion for half a year. When Yunque Zai Tian finishes the repairs, I'll treat you to a drink." Yue Qing said with a smile. This job can be done by any great swordsman, and it can save a lot of expenses.

After several hours, Yue Qing started to study how to kill more comprehensively based on his original skills and was forced to improve his swordsmanship.

Jiang Yuan summoned a side hall of the Dragon Palace, and the two of them went into seclusion together.

……

Chen's old house.

Chen Xi returned home, took off his coat and handed it to the maid, then walked straight to the backyard, his expression changing slightly on the way.

Fangshe Pavilion has always been the residence of the eldest branch of the Chen family. Now there is only a seven or eight-year-old child left. Chen Sanqiu was determined to have the talent of a sword immortal as soon as he was born. His natal flying sword and literary luck are closely related. Since a few years ago, the great sage who is in charge of this place has been personally responsible for his enlightenment.

In the yard, several earthly immortals had fallen into a deep sleep.

An old man was holding classics, history, and miscellaneous books in his hands, patiently imparting knowledge to the boy.

Chen Sanqiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The person in front of him was just a phantom of his innate magical power, but he actually had the ability to force an earthly immortal to have a dream. Although he was young, he knew that the other party's background was definitely not simple, and he must be a great demon in the upper fifth realm.

The "big monster" whose pronunciation is similar to "harming the country" saw the person coming and said with a smile: "The Chen family is indeed full of talented people. If the great swordsman who broke the mirror in the battle does not perish together with the enemy, I believe he will gradually take over the responsibility of the head of the Chen family."

Chen Xi said seriously: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Huo Guo disagreed. "The old man from the Danfang Chen family who assassinated Ning Yao before, Master Chen, please don't say that you didn't notice it at all. I tell you clearly that the immortal sword is in Ning Yao's body. You, your grandson, will never be able to catch up."

Huo Guo cupped his hands and smiled gently, "Even I have to admit that the elder swordsman is fair and just. This city has been defended for ten thousand years, not without reason. However, the father and grandfather of the head of the Chen family died for this city, and you are no exception."

"The Sword Qi Great Wall is our hometown."

Chen Xi drew his sword.

Huo Guo gently pushed Chen Sanqiu away, as if he was ready to die calmly, with a look of pity in his eyes, he spoke word by word:

"The descendants of a scapegoat will naturally remain scapegoats."

Chen Xi was actually knocked off balance by Chen Sanqiu.

Huo Guo stood up and said, "This bondage belongs to you, but not necessarily your grandson. If the elder sword fairy doesn't care, can the head of the Chen family just watch it? Look, I am willing to let him go, but no matter what I choose, it's useless. He will die one day. Your eldest son and the big monster died together. Wasn't there a sword falling from the top of the city? People don't learn lessons unless they feel pain. The head of the Chen family is not powerless. Let the elder sword fairy loosen the Chen family's bondage. At least, you have to tell them in advance about giving away the fairy sword. Don't treat your descendants as human beings."

After a while, Chen Xi touched Chen Sanqiu's head, and the latter fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)