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

Mud Bottle Lane.

Jiang Yuan walked into the house.

Wang also smiled awkwardly and whistled. He had been in the town for three years, but due to his laziness he had not saved much money and could only buy a humble house in a shabby alley. The young man next door was very kind and occasionally gave him some pickled fish, which prevented him from starving to death.

Su Jia changed into a coarse linen shirt and was cleaning the courtyard, a normal-sized one with a main courtyard and a side courtyard. Since he had no magical powers, the cleaning was not easy. The old willow tree in the yard was on the verge of death, but recently it had shown signs of sprouting and had shed a lot of bark.

Wang Ye clasped his fists and said, "I am Wang Ye, and I am honored to meet Master Su."

Su Jia was stunned. He didn't expect that his junior fellow apprentice already had a disciple.

Jiang Yuan suddenly turned his head and saw a strong smell of medicine in the air, coming from next door.

"Who lives next door?"

Wang Ye scratched his head and replied, "Chen Ping'an, a pretty good young man, not very old, hardworking. This kid has a hard life, his parents died early, and he is not good-looking, but if he was whiter, at least he would be considered handsome, and he is very good at pickling fish."

A black shadow fell to the ground, but it was not the incarnation of the Three Pure Ones, but a secret spy from Dali.

Jiang Yuan took the note, which had only two words written on it: "Wait."

……

Three days later, at the entrance of Niping Alley.

An old man in green clothes appeared. Although he had fallen to the Nascent Soul stage of swordsmanship, he still had a strong sword spirit.

Chen Qingliu walked slowly alone. Although the self-destruction of the leader of the Jing Liuli Sect was a huge surprise, it also brought him relief. He came here this time just to kill the last real dragon in the world.

Qi Jingchun suddenly appeared in the middle of the alley. He was the saint in charge of this place and knew everything.

"Senior Chen, Zhigui is a native resident of this town. According to the rules, if you kill her, I will expel you."

Chen Qingliu smiled and said, "That will happen after I kill all the dragons. I once swore to kill all the dragons in the world in my lifetime. In the past, I turned a blind eye to her for the sake of the great way. Now that there is no barrier, I must cut the grass and eradicate it, otherwise my oath will be in vain."

Qi Jingchun's eyes were complicated. When he was young, he had also heard about the blue-shirted swordsman who was very famous for his swordsmanship.

The middle-aged scholar disappeared.

Chen Qingliu walked to a door and knocked three times. After the door was opened, a young man in straw sandals appeared. He had a handsome appearance, but his skin was slightly dark due to wind and rain. He was not tall, but very strong, and had the physique of a first-level martial artist.

"Old sir, what can I do for you?" Chen Pingan asked politely. He instinctively sensed that the other party was up to no good.

Chen Qingliu said cheerfully, "You signed a contract with that evil creature to share blessings, but have you ever thought that she is relying on her realm to eat away at your remaining luck bit by bit? I won't kill you today, so just break the contract yourself."

Chen Pingan looked confused.

Chen Qingliu raised his eyebrows and reminded: "Zhigui."

Chen Pingan's eyes became serious and he asked, "Are you planning to kill Zhigui, old man?"

Chen Qingliu nodded, "Of course, you were killed by the evil dragon. I have no ill will towards you. If you have a good relationship, you can just visit the grave during festivals. After all, you can't stop me. Next, call her over. There are many Dali spies around her young master, and I don't want to kill people indiscriminately."

Chen Pingan felt the biting cold and asked with difficulty: "Zhigui... is a fugitive?"

Chen Qingliu said impatiently: "All evil dragons in the world should be killed. I have killed more evil dragons than you have lived. Go quickly."

Chen Pingan turned around and walked slowly to the next door. There was a gap in the wall. Opposite was the house of the young man Song Jixin and his maid Zhigui. The girl in the next yard was timid and weak, and she didn't realize the crisis at all. The willows were sprouting, and she was busy hammering clothes. Chen Pingan had no feelings for her. If this matter broke out directly, he could even cover himself with a quilt and ignore it, because he had failed to do anything. Now the weird old man came to the door, and the arrow had to be shot, but he couldn't accept that he became an accomplice in harming others.

"Zhigui."

The soft call made the girl look up.

Song Jixin walked out of the room, fanning himself. He did not have a good relationship with the peasant next door, and the two sides still had old grudges, so he became alert immediately.

"Chen Ping'an, I warn you, don't pay attention to Zhigui. A rotten tree cannot be carved, and that doesn't mean it's useless..."

Chen Ping'an pretended not to hear anything, gave a smile uglier than crying, and stretched out his fist as if he wanted to hit the other person in the face.

"Run, and you bastard Song Jixin."

The two stood there in a daze.

At the door, Chen Qingliu laughed and said, "Asshole."

The long sword at the waist was unsheathed, and the sword intent surged. Despite encountering great suppression from this world, it still presented a rich green sword rainbow, and half of the yard was directly shattered.

In the house, a girl in black rushed out, the white cloth on her body oozing with blood. She threw Chen Pingan to the ground, and her long sword flew across dangerously, heading straight for the next door.

Zhigui covered her ears and screamed. The dragon slayer had a strong advantage over the water dragons, which made her lose all hope of resistance.

Song Jixin's mind went blank and he instinctively stood in front of the maid. He was a man and he couldn't let Zhigui die in front of him.

At the critical moment, figures in black appeared one after another, and all kinds of weapons smashed towards the "flying sword". Five of Dali's most elite spies died in a world where their cultivation level was useless before they could block the sword.

On the other side, Ning Yao was riding on the back of Chen Pingan, who had been knocked unconscious by her. She didn't care about Zhigui or Laogui, she immediately picked up the boy with both hands, jumped onto the wall and ran away.

"Don't even think about leaving."

Chen Qingliu was even faster and punched the girl on the back. He was once a swordsman at the fourteenth level, so one could imagine how strong his physique was. Even after encountering a severe backlash from the avenue, he still retained a high level of physical strength.

Ning Yao gritted his teeth, threw Chen Ping'an to Zhigui, and struggled to fend off the enemy. Relying on the guidance of the fairy sword, he narrowly dodged a punch, turned around and jumped into the next yard to create some distance.

The black-clad spies had surrounded Chen Qingliu. Although they had a huge advantage in numbers, the leader kept urging Song Jixin to run away and took the initiative to reveal his identity.

Only then did Song Jixin realize that he was actually the prince of the Dali Dynasty and the queen's legitimate son.

"Old man, do you know who I am? I am the Prince of Dali. Let's stop here today and make peace." Song Jixin shouted with a stiff upper lip.

Chen Qingliu sneered. He never cared about the secular dynasty. He just stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The sword flew into the air and pierced the abdomen of the young man in brocade clothes from behind.

The spies in black launched an attack like crazy.

Ning Yao covered her abdomen, the wound had burst again. She knew that she could not walk vigorously, so she could only stay and occasionally strike out with the sword, relying on the vision trained by the Great Wall of Sword Qi to assist the men in black in their attack, but this was not a long-term solution.

"The one called Zhigui, take Chen Pingan and run quickly to find the young Taoist priest named Lu, otherwise your son and I will die!"

Zhigui seemed to have found a backbone. She carried Chen Pingan on her back and ran as fast as she could. She didn't know the Taoist priest named Lu, but the guy on her back knew that this was their chance of survival.

(End of this chapter)