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

On the top of the city wall, in front of the thatched cottage.

The eldest swordsman stood with his hands behind his back, listening to Mo Fei's lecture on the theory of city defense, especially the arrangement of magic array. The longest, most solid and tallest city wall in the world is undoubtedly the most suitable platform for the Mohist leader to display his talents.

This great master was a notorious "idiot" when he was young. Before he started practicing, he dealt with wood every day, and he was so dedicated to it that he forgot to eat and sleep. After he made some achievements in mountain climbing and practicing, he ignored the secular world and devoted himself to craftsmanship. He worked behind closed doors, but was able to come out with good ideas. He was in perfect harmony with one of the main lines of Mohism and easily defeated the other five candidates for great master.

Next to the two of them, a woman was wearing full black armor and a sheathless sword at her waist. Her outstanding appearance was nothing compared to her cold aura. After several years of training, Pei Bei's half-step Martial God realm had been thoroughly consolidated and complete. A punch at the peak had killing power not inferior to that of a perfect swordsman in the Ascension Realm. If one looked at the four worlds, her martial arts level was second only to that of Yan State, which had once ranked eleventh but voluntarily withdrew from the half-step realm. This person used the alias Lin Jiangxian and was now in the Qingming world. Three hundred years ago, she was still a priest of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Pei Bei had already noticed someone's arrival, and she pursed her red lips without even looking at him.

Liao Qingai, one of the four disciples, was a little confused. She was born into a wealthy family in the Great Duan Dynasty. She became a Golden Body Realm warrior at the age of thirty. She had never been involved in private matters in the boudoir and was devoted to martial arts. This was the premise for Pei Bei to accept disciples, otherwise it would be difficult for her to reach the pinnacle and become a grandmaster.

However, Cao Ci guessed the identity of the visitor after just a moment of shock. In the Daduanwu Temple, which was similar to the ancestral hall, there was a portrait of a man without a face painted on it.

"Disciple Cao Ci, nice to meet Master's wife." Cao Ci said with a smile, clasping his fists.

Pei Bei raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the disciple whom he regarded as his own.

Jiang Yuan looked calm and said, "You have a very good foundation."

The accompanying sword servant was a little surprised. The master's evaluation was not "good" but very good, which meant that the martial arts foundation of this young warrior was absolutely appalling.

Cao Ci ignored the pain in his head and said resolutely: "Junior Cao Ci, I want to ask for advice from you. If I can not lose to you in the same realm, I hope you can agree to my small wish and go back to marry Master. You can even leave after the marriage. Otherwise, Master will never reach the eleventh realm of martial arts in this life."

Liao Qingai looked stunned. She had just treated the marriage as a joke, but since she had joined the sect, this was the first time she had seen her junior brother show some edge.

"What nonsense."

Pei Bei was secretly annoyed. He gently knocked his disciple unconscious and casually threw him to Liao Qingai who was standing beside him.

The elder Sword Immortal who was watching the fun smiled for the first time and asked teasingly, "Your son?"

Jiang Yuan moved his lips.

The leader of the Mohist school chuckled. He never expected that this famous sword-carving master was actually a man of temperament.

The eldest sword master just laughed it off. Since Chen Xi had already drawn the sword for him, he would not take it to heart this time.

Pei Bei turned around, his face calm, "You really didn't care at all?"

Jiang Yuan said truthfully, "It's just a fleeting romance, what else do you want? You cut your black hair with a sword of wisdom and transform your body and mind into martial arts. You use this to ascend to the eleventh place and occupy the great road of the first ancestor of the military family. That's all. If you can't do this, it would be disappointing."

The eldest sword master and the Mohist leader looked at each other and felt that they had seen some real bastard today.

Pei Bei sneered: "Then let's just treat it as a mistake in the past. I'll wait for you at the house and be your lover. Tomorrow we'll be strangers."

The female martial god led her disciples away.

The Mohist master hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. Jiang, Master Pei is devoted to martial arts, and is not that concerned about the general situation in the world. If I chose to go out because of this city, then she came here just for you. She killed the executioner with a sword, and was stabbed in the back..."

Jiang Yuan waved his hands and said impatiently: "It has nothing to do with you."

The leader of the Mohist school was helpless. Although he did not understand love and had no interest in it, he knew that he should not bully women like this.

The eldest swordsman didn't care much about these things. He just watched them for fun. He watched the Mohist leader fly to the summer palace. He put his hands behind his back and asked:
"Have you decided what to engrave?"

If a high-level god is not killed as soon as he awakens, the situation will become very tricky when he recovers most of his power. In the ancient battle to ascend to the sky, the sword cultivators made great contributions and were mortal enemies of the former gods. It is almost certain that the executioner will defect to the wilderness, cooperate with the great ancestor and gather the remnants from all over the place.

Jiang Yuan said briefly, "One."

The eldest swordsman raised his eyebrows, "The first one?"

Jiang Yuan said, "One, two, three, four, one."

The eldest swordsman: “…” Good fellow, you have quite the ambition.

Jiang Yuan stated his main purpose, "How do you count your military merits? I don't want immortal weapons, do you have any blessed land or caves?"

"To kill an enemy at the throne level, normally you need an ancient immortal weapon or a modern semi-immortal weapon. I have three blessed caves on hand, but I can only give one of them away. The other two store a large amount of supplies and spiritual energy of heaven and earth in case of emergency."

The eldest swordsman smiled and said, "Such a crucial matter cannot be handed over to a few powerful families in the city."

"I really don't approve."

"It's not over, right?"

Jiang Yuan lowered his eyes and estimated, "A medium-sized blessed land. Besides, I plan to travel north to the wilderness in the near future."

The eldest swordsman didn't say much. He first moved the many groups of monsters hidden in the blessed land, and then handed a palm-sized jade statue to someone. As for the northern wilderness, this guy was not a local swordsman, so he had no control over him and his life and death were his own responsibility.

Money and goods are both in order.

Jiang Yuan said goodbye and left.

……

Late at night, at the mansion in the north of the city.

On the stone couch in the main room, Pei Bei's face was flushed, and he was humming a little tune softly as if he was on a boat.

Simply comparing the toughness of the physique, without the protective fist power and the circulation of Qi, the Half-Step Martial God is still no match for the Great Sword Immortal Body. Of course, the killing power of the punches is on two completely different levels.

At the critical moment, someone used the drum-beating flower armor hand and almost secured the final victory.

Pei Bei gritted her teeth and used her fists to stabilize the violent turbulence in her soul. She was not completely powerless to fight back now, and she was well prepared.

Jiang Yuan frowned, and could only use a little bit of Taoism, the Law of Heaven and Earth, and then use his boxing technique, shoulder to shoulder, with thousands of phantoms appearing, and finally they united to deliver a powerful punch.

A pair of plain white socks curved like a crescent moon, Pei Bei took a punch, and the strong physique of the Half-Step Martial God was shaken continuously.

Jiang Yuan was also hit by a superior water technique.

"That's enough, that's enough!" Pei Bei was sweating profusely, and was forced to release all his strength.

"I am here to serve you?"

Jiang Yuan ignored it and continued punching by finding another flaw.

Pei Bei's face changed suddenly. If she could still fight back and forth just now, then the next moment it was completely one-sided. Moreover, it was a taboo for a warrior to hand her back to the enemy, which made her particularly passive.

Jiang Yuan used the sword escape technique, his figure was so fast that it was blurred, and every punch he delivered was at its peak.

Pei Bei tried his best to change his martial arts energy, but was hit in the vitals. His mind went blank. After he came to his senses, he could not escape and was firmly bound to the spot.

The two sides fought for several hours, exchanging water techniques, and the female martial artist was exhausted, but she still managed to hold her opponent with her punches.

“What’s the point?”

Jiang Yuan was slightly stunned. His water magic was indeed completely taken over by the other party, but it was not easy to reach the fifth level and continue his offspring. Moreover, his status was very high. Even if he was not strong enough now, without the catalysis of a quasi-god or a fourteenth-level avenue of life, he could forget about it.

"What do you know about martial arts?"

Pei Bei raised his hand to cover his long, autumn-watery eyes.

(End of this chapter)