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

Within the town.

The old stranger in blue shirt died.

Because he died in the Lizhu Cave Heaven, the Heavenly Dao was disgusted with him and his soul could not be reincarnated, and he eventually ended up dying.

Realizing that someone had been killed, most of the young and strong men in the town turned pale and terrified. In fact, both sides had held back to varying degrees, but with the two daggers falling, the result was already decided. Everyone fled in all directions. The sight of blood between neighbors was a sign of a falling out, and death was extremely rare.

The yard was suddenly cleared out. The warriors Li Er and Zheng Dafeng returned to Yang's shop. Li Xisheng invited a Taoist named Lu to his home. Now most of the outsiders gathered by the bridge in the town, and it was rare to see them staying on the streets.

Chen Pingan calmed himself down. He first carried Ning Yao, who seemed to have fainted, into the house and settled him down. Then he applied herbal medicine to Song Jixin and bandaged his wound. Before leaving, he asked Zhigui to take him to Yang's shop. Then he found a shovel and planned to bury the old man in green.

Liu Xianyang came over to help, wondering, "How did you get involved with this guy? There are dozens of them at once. Something is wrong. Maybe he is the legendary god."

Chen Pingan paused for a moment and asked, "God?"

"I am a cultivator. A blacksmith came to our town. He provides food and lodging, and the salary is not low. Master Ruan has accepted me as his disciple. He said that after practicing this set of boxing for a year, ordinary strong men will have difficulty getting close to me. I don't know if it's true or not."

Liu Xianyang displayed his martial arts skills and threw a few punches, which created a slight sound of breaking wind, and he looked somewhat smug.

"After you finish this, come with me. I will take you to Master Ruan to be his disciple. He is short of manpower."

Chen Pingan looked helplessly at the half-collapsed old house. It seemed that he had to go, as he would soon be unable to make ends meet.

Suddenly, Zhigui's scream was heard from the next yard.

Chen Ping'an and Liu Xianyang looked at each other, quickly dropped their shovels and ran over.

Lying on the bed, Song Jixin's face was as pale as rice paper, his chest no longer rising and falling, and he was obviously no longer breathing. At that time, the old man in green shirt had hit him from behind with his sword. Now the wound suddenly festered, and a lot of black blood flowed all over the floor.

Chen Ping'an's face was neither sad nor happy, and he asked, "Zhigui, why don't you take him to Old Man Yang?"

He wasn't blaming her, he was just simply confused.

The Yang's shop has a very long history of being rooted in the town. The business has been passed down from generation to generation, and there are very few cases where patients cannot be treated. It has long become a reliable place in the hearts of the townspeople, second only to the government-run yamen.

Zhigui sat on the ground in a daze, her eyes filled with pity and a hint of sadness. She was the incarnation of the soul of Lizhu, the last true dragon in the world. She had fled all the way here, hoping that old man Yang, the Qingtong Tianjun, would make an exception and open the ascension platform to help her escape, so as to avoid being hunted down by the dragon slayer. Unfortunately, things did not go as she wished, and she eventually died here. Naturally, she was unwilling to look for that old thing who watched her die without helping.

At some point, Ning Yao appeared at the door, vomited blood twice, raised his head as if nothing had happened, and said, "She and the man surnamed Song are master and servant, and their fates are entangled. The man surnamed Song is also a prince. She thought her own dragon energy could save him, which is true in theory, but it ended up stimulating the sword intent left in the body of the dragon slayer. She was once a giant in the Fourteenth Realm, and even if she is down and out, she can still come up with some unexpected things."

Ning Yao spoke frankly and said whatever he wanted to say. The dragon slayer defeated all the dragons and water descendants in the world. When they encountered dragon energy, they fought to the death with their swords. Song Jixin was just a mortal at the moment and could not withstand such a violent conflict.

Zhigui turned around and stared fiercely at the girl in black. …

Next door next door.

The three watched a rural fight in which an elderly man unfortunately died.

"It's really a pity." Wang Ye sighed, then turned his head and looked at someone, "Brother, the dragon slayer looks like he is willing to die. Is he being plotted against?"

Jiang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "The Dragon Slayer has killed countless True Dragons and accumulated a huge amount of karma. The last trace of her sword will was wiped out by that little reptile. She has avenged the entire True Dragon clan. This gift from the Great Dao will allow her to be promoted from the original Nascent Soul Realm to the Jade Pu Realm after she leaves here, and it will be quite easy for her to attain Dao and ascend to the Immortal Realm in the future. From this point of view, the possibility that the whole thing was an accident is very small."

After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, he remembered another thing. The Dragon Slayer had extremely high cultivation and swordsmanship, but his ability to recruit disciples was even better. His eldest disciple, Zheng Juzhong, was the lord of Baidi City and the fourth of the ten people in Middle-earth. He had reached the perfect Ascension Realm. After the future war between the two worlds, he would enter the fourteenth realm based on several avenues. He had many clones and incarnations, and there were hidden clues all over the place.

For three thousand years, there were very few cultivators in the world who dared to provoke Zheng Juzhong. When Cui Luo was young, he traveled all over the world. When he passed by Baidi City, he played ten games with Zheng Juzhong. He lost all ten games, but with each additional game, Cui Luo lost a little less. The two of them played chess and left behind the famous "Caiyunpu".

The death of the dragon slayer is suspected to be closely related to Cui Luo. In order to fight against the wild monsters that will sweep the world in the future, this national teacher of Dali does not care about life or death. Zhigui is the last real dragon in the world, and his value to the dynasty is self-evident. Once he becomes a national protector, Dali will sweep the entire Aquarius Continent in the future. With the nourishment of the national fortune of the continent, he will definitely be on the list of ascended realms. With the help of national fortune, water fortune, time and place, he will be regarded as a half-step fourteenth, thus making up for the fatal problem of shortage of high-end combat power and further radiating the battlefield.

In the yard, Su Jia leaned over the wall with a serious look.

"Junior brother, it must be that young man."

On the street outside, the young man had a dull look in his eyes as he hid in the shadow of the wall and observed the two dilapidated courtyards.

Jiang Yuan nodded, "Sister, if you kill him, you will probably be kicked out of Lizhu Cave Heaven, and your realm will barely be able to stay at the Guanhai level, but I can promise that within ten years, I will return you to the Yupu realm, and you don't need to work hard at all, just sleep through it."

Su Jia smiled, she didn't care about the Jade Pu realm cultivation level. According to the information provided by the other party, this young man had a terrifying background. His name was Ma Kuxuan, and he was the reincarnation of the Thunder Lord, one of the twelve high-ranking gods in the ancient heaven. Now his cultivation level was low, and he was at his weakest.

Jiang Yuan snapped his fingers, and a bronze armor covered Su Jia's whole body, providing tight defense. This was the manifestation of his mind, which did not require the support of magic power or the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As long as his mental power was inexhaustible, his mind would continue.

Su Jia ran forward, broke down the door, and stabbed Ma Kuxuan with a sword. The bronze armor emitted a cold light.

Ma Kuxuan's eyes suddenly became smart, and he was about to escape when the wall behind him suddenly collapsed. The incarnations of the Three Pure Ones continuously threw out iron spears with both hands, blocking the prey's retreat.

"How dare you, who dares to hurt my disciple!"

Not far away, a middle-aged man was climbing walls and flying over eaves, advancing at the speed of a tiger. His cultivation level was suppressed by the local saint, but he showed the demeanor of an outstanding warrior, and his identity as a military monk was clearly revealed.

(End of this chapter)