The understanding is incredible: In the beginning, I was invited to pick up the Yihua Palace.

Yan Nantian.

This is a name that was once enough to shake the entire Daming Jianghu.

There are countless legends about him.

There is no one in the rivers and lakes who has ears and has never heard Yan Nantian's name, and there is no one in the rivers and lakes who has eyes who does not want to see Yan Nantian's peerless demeanor.

Just because, the former Yan Nantian was recognized as the first divine sword of the Ming Dynasty.

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Most of the people in the rivers and lakes are rebellious, unwilling to admit defeat, fighting back and forth, isn't the picture just a name?

But Yan Nantian can become the recognized and undoubted No. 1 in the eyes of the world.

It is conceivable how good his martial arts are.

According to legend, Yan Nantian's sword can not only take the head of the commander in a million army, but also divide a hair into two, and its sword energy can even swing ten zhang away, killing the enemy a hundred steps away!

Even if a scrap iron is in his hands, it can become a magic weapon that sharpens iron like clay.

But I don't know when this once famous hero suddenly disappeared.

So far, it has been nearly ten years, and I have not heard of him in the rivers and lakes.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that Yan Nantian, a hero who once had infinite scenery and was powerful in the world, was now a slave under Wei Wuya!

As the saying goes, the name of a man is the shadow of a tree.

Although Yan Nantian has been silent for ten years, his prestige is still the same.

Even the Shifting Flower Palace, which is far away from the rivers and lakes, still has legends and deeds about this hero.

At this moment, the disciples of the Shifting Flower Palace looked at the ragged man, their eyes were full of curiosity, and a whisper sounded.

"Yan Nantian!?".

"This weirdo is that hero Yan Nantian!?".

"Impossible, I heard that Yan Nantian is a very great hero, how could he become a lackey of someone like Wei Wuya?".

"Hmph, no matter how great his ability Yan Nantian is, isn't he still beaten by the young master of my family and doesn't even have the strength to fight back?

And on the other side.

After Yan Nantian's identity was revealed, Wei Wuya's face became extremely ugly, and he subconsciously clenched the bone flute in his hand.

"Damn!".

"How can this be, dignified Yan Nantian, he can't beat a milky little ghost!".

Wei Wuya cursed viciously, his eyes looking at Yan Nantian with resentment.

But for some reason, looking at the yellow-skinned but still majestic face, Wei Wuya's heart was inexplicably filled with a chill.

At the beginning, he paid a lot of money to exchange Yan Nantian, who had been reduced to the living dead and was unconscious, from the hands of the wicked people in the Valley of the Wicked.

Later, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to go to the Ten Thousand Poison Caves in Southern Xinjiang in person, and spent many years learning the method of Gu control, so that he could successfully drive Yan Nantian and build him into the most powerful war slave under his command.

I thought that with the powerful combat power of Yan Nantian, coupled with the combat power of the twelve stars, and the toothless dead soldiers under his command, this time to take revenge on the Inviting Moon Mercy Star, it can be said that it is nine out of ten.

But Wei Wuya never expected that he didn't even see the face of Invite Moon and Mercy Star this time, and he was almost wiped out and defeated at the hands of a stinky imp who had not dried up!

"No!".

"I am not reconciled to !!".

Wei Wutooth was like a madman, his ugly triangular eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Ji Chang'an in the distance, and let out a low roar in his throat

"I endured the humiliation and burden, and I worked hard for many years, and even did not hesitate to stay in the ghost place of the Ten Thousand Poison Cave for a long time, just to be able to take revenge today, how can I be defeated in the hands of you, a little ghost!".

After that, Wei Wuyan's eyes were cold, and she played the bone flute again.

However, this time, the tone was even harsher than before, and the strange tone was like the wail of a ghost, drilling straight into the human head.

And Yan Nantian, who had already recovered some of his memory, seemed to fall into madness again after hearing the sound of the bone flute, and let out bursts of inhuman painful roars.

"No-".

"You don't want to control my !! anymore."

However, Yan Nantian, who has been tortured and devastated for many years, is not the hero of the world after all.

The Gu worms parasitic in his body, under the urging of the sound of the flute, soon made him fall into complete madness, and even a pair of tiger eyes turned blood-red.

"Catch the sword!".

Wei Wuya pulled out a long sword as black as ink from under the wheelchair and threw it at Yan Nantian with all his might.

His ugly face was crooked and vicious, looking more and more hideous, looking like a hungry wolf waiting to be devoured, but the corners of his mouth showed a smug smile, which looked creepy.

"This time, if you don't leave anyone alive, you must kill that little ghost for me!"

Yan Nantian was like a puppet, he took the long sword with a blank face, his cold tiger eyes were full of bloodshots, and he looked at Ji Changan deadly.

Under the control of the Gu worm, the grief and indignation on his face had disappeared invisibly.

Instead, they are as indifferent as clay puppets.

But the killing intent in those tiger eyes was enough to chill anyone's heart.