Destiny Martial God

In the Huang family!

"Feng Yongyuan, I guess Yijian Wuhen is not a sword technique you created yourself. It should be the sword manual left by old man Tiancan!" After taking over Yu Haoran's body, the tower spirit did not rush to perform the law of prosperity, but asked with a smile.

"Who are you, and how do you know old man Tiancan?"

Although Yu Haoran's appearance and voice did not change, his whole aura seemed to have changed.

Moreover, Yu Haoran just mentioned the sword manual left by old man Tiancan, which can be said to be his biggest secret.

If the secret is leaked, he will not only be ruined and become the object of everyone's ridicule, but also arouse the greed of many three-tribulation quasi-martial masters and martial masters.

Therefore, Feng Yongyuan, who originally planned to leave directly, immediately questioned with murderous intent.

"It seems that my guess is correct!"

After getting the answer he wanted to know through Feng Yongyuan's counter-question, the tower spirit nodded happily, then raised his arm and shouted softly at Feng Yongyuan.

"The prosperity ends!"

As a special force shot directly at Feng Yongyuan, his snow-white hair dried up instantly, and the sharp sword energy slowly weakened.

Feeling the rapid loss of vitality, Feng Yongyuan opened his mouth to ask something, but the feeling of weakness made him unable to utter a single word.

"Yu Haoran, check his storage ring to see if there is a sword manual with a slightly ancient color." The tower spirit, who handed over the control of the body, ordered Yu Haoran.

After regaining control of the body, Yu Haoran flashed and appeared beside Feng Yongyuan, took off the storage ring on his finger, and then his powerful divine mind tore through the consciousness defense and entered the storage space, and was immediately shocked by the mountains of treasures in the storage space.

But he kept in mind the tower spirit's instructions, ignored the many treasures in the storage space, and found a piece of ancient paper with a slightly ancient color, but gave him a feeling of being able to tear the sky.

The divine mind rolled up the ancient paper and left the storage space, and then directly entered the domain tower in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"What a pity!"

Looking at the ancient paper handed over by Yu Haoran, Ta Ling couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"Ta Ling, what on earth is this?"

There was no text recorded on the ancient paper, only a painting, a sword painting that was very similar to his natal sword.

But it was this sword painting that made his mind feel a kind of pain of being torn apart. In the end, he could only resist the impulse in his heart and try not to pay attention to the sword painting on the ancient paper.

"Old Man Tiancan, a genius 30,000 years ago, was a swordsman who was truly born for the sword and a madman who was deeply intoxicated with the sword all his life."

Ta Ling, who was not affected by the sword painting at all, explained with a slightly sad expression.

"But it was because he was too obsessed with swordsmanship that he neglected his own martial arts practice."

"Although he eventually created a sword technique that reached the peak limit of the Heavenly Rank, his life eventually came to an end because his own cultivation was too low."

"Otherwise, with his amazing talent in swordsmanship, he might be able to create a truly amazing sword technique that surpassed the Heavenly Rank and reached the Godly Rank."

"Ta Ling, what level of cultivation did the old man Tian Can reach in the end?"

After hearing Ta Ling's slightly sad explanation, Yu Haoran suddenly thought of his own plan to create his own mental method and martial arts, and asked hurriedly.

Because he was not very confident about whether he could eventually create his own mental method and martial arts, he needed to regain his confidence from the experience of the old man Tian Can.

"The cultivation of the peak of the ninth rank of the Martial King!" Ta Ling said with admiration.

"What!" Yu Haoran couldn't help asking, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

"When he created the sword technique at the peak of the Heavenly Rank, the old man Tian Can's cultivation was only at the peak of the ninth rank of the Martial King." The tower spirit explained it again in more detail.

"A genius, and even more a pitiful talent!" After receiving the more detailed explanation from the tower spirit, Yu Haoran couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"Yes!" The tower spirit agreed.

However, the cultivation of the ninth rank of the Martial King was able to create the sword technique at the peak of the Heavenly Rank. The experience of the old man Tian Can immediately gave Yu Haoran endless confidence. He immediately became more confident about creating his own mental method and martial arts.

"Yu Haoran, after participating in the auction held by Tianshang Renjian, you'd better take some time to carefully observe the sword painting on the ancient paper. Maybe you can feel the sword technique of a sword without a trace like Feng Yongyuan." While signaling Yu Haoran to put away the ancient paper, the tower spirit reminded him.

"I know!"

Nodding, after putting the ancient paper into the storage ring, Yu Haoran's mind returned to the body, and then he looked at Feng Yongyuan, whose life was about to end, and said with a look full of irony.

"Originally, I thought you were a rare sword genius in a century, and I didn't have the heart to take your life."

"But now it seems!"

"Humph!"

With two disdainful sneers, Yu Haoran ignored the frightened Huang family members around him, and then walked out of the Huang family mansion.

According to the memory of the previous life, after leaving the Huang family mansion, he turned left directly and went straight to the Chamber of Commerce of Tianshang Renjian in Guangling City.

...!

As Yu Haoran left the Huang family mansion, the entire Guangling City suddenly surged secretly. The top leaders of the Gui family, Feng family and Gu family, among the five major families, gathered in the meeting hall and began to discuss the plan to wipe out the Huang family.

Only the Yan family, ranked fifth, showed no signs of action.

Of course, it was not that there was no movement. Yan Xuejun, the patriarch of the Yan family, and the six elders who held the real power of the family, all gathered in the room of the strongest man in the family.

"Father, what should we do?" Looking at the pale, depressed, white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the bed, Yan Xuejun, the patriarch of the Yan family, asked anxiously.

"Jun'er, what do you want to do?" Opening his eyes, the white-haired old man asked weakly.

"Send strong men to seize the Huang family's territory immediately!" Yan Xuejun replied murderously.

"Then who will deal with the quasi-martial masters of the Gui family, the Feng family, and the Gu family?" Gently shaking his head, the white-haired old man continued to ask.

"This...!"

Glancing at his father's pale face, Yan Xuejun's original idea of ​​letting him overdraw some of his vitality in exchange for a short period of recovery of peak strength was abruptly extinguished.

No one knows his son better than his father!

Although Yan Xuejun did not say it clearly, the white-haired old man knew what he wanted to do through the uncontrollable greed in his eyes.

Although he was disappointed that his own son did not care about his life or death, he also knew that this was a necessary quality for a family patriarch.

Therefore, he did not get angry about it, but instead spoke according to the idea he had just extinguished.