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

The next day, dawn.

The Xuanyuan family, which had enjoyed peace and prosperity on land for five hundred years, encountered a disaster, and the news spread quickly.

The death of the ancestor and two legitimate grandchildren was undoubtedly a major blow, and the gang leaders and family warriors suffered heavy casualties in the fight with top fighters. The Xuanyuan family no longer had the capital to dominate the three states.

Despite this, the head of the family, Xuanyuan Guoqi, is still alive, the master of the third house and the eldest daughter of the first house are still alive. As long as the inheritance is orderly, a force ruled by a person in the Profound Realm can still be considered first-class. A lean camel is bigger than a horse.

All the martial arts classics of Wendi Pavilion were reduced to ashes, and the essential secrets were integrated into the Martial Arts Records, totaling 300,000 volumes.

After a night of chaos, someone found a luxurious carriage, used the perfect cultivation of a Confucian sage to form the character "人" to serve as a coachman, and prepared to go to the southeast Wudi City.

Before the carriage left the town at the foot of Huishan Mountain, a swordsman in white and a woman in red came to express their gratitude.

"Duke, thank you for your help this time. I will escort Zhihu back to his hometown. We will meet at the border. I will repay your kindness then."

Lu Baijie leaned forward with his sword in his arms. Although the other party attacked because of the deal with Mr. Yuan, the help was real.

Xu Zhihu had a smile on his face. The white-clothed swordsman protected him through life and death. The two of them fled for hundreds of miles. Their friendship was evident in their eyes. In contrast, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was feeling very aggrieved and unhappy. Not to mention that the people of Beiliang were known to be tough, and the women were no bad either. She simply looked down on the fleeting Confucian saint.

"Duke, come to my house when you have time. I'll treat you to green ant wine and a knife to scrape your throat."

The car curtain opened and Jiang Yuan waved his hand.

The two said no more and left.

The carriage continued to move forward. The compartment was very spacious. Jiang Yuan was covered with a valuable blanket. After a while, Pei Nanwei raised his head from inside, his throat rolling. After he finished smoking, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his slender jade fingers.

The expression of this beauty on the Rouge List was still a little cold at this moment, but with a hint of natural charm, her eyes were moving, and it was obvious that she had aroused emotions.

"I'm not a casual person. If I'm not interested, then I'm not interested." Jiang Yuan said seriously.

Pei Nanwei chuckled, took out a piece of osmanthus from the sachet and held it in his mouth, then he spoke: "Jiang Lang is obsessed with martial arts, of course I know this, since in your eyes, love is just a trivial matter, then there is no need to care about it. We both know that I am a banished immortal, and I must have been very powerful in the past. This kind of Yuan Yin is precious, and Fuze is only for the first time. Jiang Lang's Zhixuan Realm is all a painstaking effort, and now it can be achieved naturally. Do you still have to wait? Giving up the great benefits that are within your reach is not Jiang Lang's style. If you really don't want to close your eyes, just leave it to me."

A book on the sad interaction between Yin and Yang was unfolded on the desk next to him. Taking Yin to replenish Yang is a side path, but the mutual assistance of Yin and Yang is the orthodox way passed down in the Taoist and Buddhist systems since ancient times.

Pei Nanwei turned around and pulled the blanket to cover herself. Her buttocks were like a full moon, with a full curve.

Maybe it was because she was too afraid of pain, or maybe it was because it was really difficult to break something so strong, but just at the beginning, her mind went blank, and she could only hold on to the desk to have enough strength to breathe.

Jiang Yuan used a sleight of hand to collect the opponent's gradually forgetful movements. A surge of Yuan Yin came, extremely pure. The Half-Step Martial God had already reached the cliff of the dead end of the martial arts path, and one foot stepped into the sky. The feedback was magnificent. Eight of the twelve Qionglou buildings that had not yet been started were quickly completed, and five majestic cities also rose from the ground. The purple-gold lotus in his natal acupoint filled the pond, and his energy circulated for three thousand six hundred miles. He also successfully entered the Great Finger Mystery and comprehended the secret technique of Baiyujing, which was slightly better than the Seven Treasures Magic Technique.

It refers to the perfection of the mysterious realm and the power of twenty dragons and elephants.

The energy flowed over 3,600 miles, which could be regarded as the pinnacle of energy never before achieved by any warrior in this world.

In the carriage, Pei Nanwei started to cry just halfway through the journey, her body twisted unconsciously, and then she fell backwards, unable to lift herself up. Jiang Yuan could only stand up and take over, dragging her forward with him.

The carriage was moving forward through the wilderness, and the Confucian saint driving the car, whose character was "人", had no intelligence and only the instinct to complete orders.

After noon, the practice of Yin Yang Jiao Bei Fu was nearing its end.

Pei Nanwei was tearful, and angrily pulled the man's arm around herself, curled up in his arms, and pulled up the blanket to cover the mud. She said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"If I die, who would be willing to let you do whatever you want? Jiang Lang is such a bad guy."

Jiang Yuan shook his head, exerted force with his legs as if he was standing still, lifted the opponent in his arms with his waist, a thousand miles and a hundred miles is the level of heaven and man, a warrior's qi flows for 3,600 miles, how vast and continuous, just like punching continuously, and each punch hits the weak point, if you give it a little bit of the divine power of the drum-beating flower armor hand, it will be a step-by-step move to open the sky,
After a while, the practice was completely over.

"Jiang Lang, Jiang Lang..." Pei Nanwei no longer had the consciousness to refute and could only call out his name in confusion.

Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand to help the other party regulate the yin and yang in his body. The physique of the two great Vajra was undoubtedly that of a Buddhist saint. The blood in the heart of the monk Nagarjuna was bright golden. Although he did not pay a similar price, what he gave was not ordinary blood. He won by quantity, and combined with the pure yang energy mobilized by the exercises, the help was equally outstanding.

Open up the extraordinary meridians and enter the fifth level.

The positive and odd cycles enter the fourth level.

A trace of the Kai Tian Fist hidden deep in the body emerged into the third level.

Refined blood becomes like silver and enters the second grade.

Until the Half-Step Golden Gang just stopped, the first-grade "immortal" needs to walk his own path, and others cannot do it for him.

In the evening, it was a rainy night as usual. This spring rain had been falling continuously since Qingming Festival.

The carriage arrived at a cave. Jiang Yuan used the map to identify the location. The general direction was Wudi City. They should be there after crossing the few primitive mountains in front.

Pei Nanwei held his waist and got out of the car slowly and carefully. His toes touched the ground and his whole body stiffened instantly. The martial arts grandmaster was truly unattainable. He was not afraid to use his boxing skills against women. There were 300,000 volumes of martial arts records, so naturally, the tricks were too numerous to keep up with.

The colorful python brought back a spotted deer, and the old hen and the three-colored cat were evenly matched. The former had the courage to fight back since daytime.

"Go find some seasoning." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

"I'm full." Pei Nanwei rolled her eyes. She begged this guy so many times but he ignored her. Her brothers were about to vomit, and now he turned to her for seasoning. What were he doing before? If she had not been promoted to Half-Step Vajra, she might not have been able to get off the carriage.

"You two go find it, or we'll have an extra meal tonight."

The old hen and the three-colored raccoon nodded timidly. The former had a trace of celestial chicken blood, and came to Huishan specifically to announce the dawn of the new Confucian sage. He wanted to consolidate his spiritual wisdom by spreading the message throughout the world, but was chosen by the lucky Pei Nanwei. As for the latter, he had eaten the bream and had become enlightened, so he could embark on the path of cultivation among the demon clan.

Jiang Yuan was fiddling with firewood. There was a ferocious black tiger on the Demon-Slaying Platform of Longhu Mountain, and there were also two Kui beasts in Qingzhou, but apart from those, the number of exotic beasts that could be called demons in this world was relatively scarce.

(End of this chapter)