Yuan Mansion and Old Qian rushed forward, shouting, "Give me JunJun, give me JunJun..." and fell into a state of madness.
Yuan Mansion is so vast, covering an area of more than a hundred acres, surrounded by pavilions and terraces, with winding corridors. Old Qian was so crazy that he couldn't even tell the difference between east, west, north and south. He couldn't find the inner hall for a while.
He couldn't find the Yuan family, but the Yuan family found him. The movement here quickly spread to the inner hall, and the second son of the Yuan family, Yuan Jingyan, who was entertaining guests, immediately turned dark, and then the roar of Old Qian came over.
Yuan Jingyan It is impossible to suppress the matter quietly.
Helpless, Yuan Jingyan had no choice but to tell the truth, saying that there was a madman who was hysterical and rushed into the mansion. He also had some skills and injured many guards.
When he said this, the crowd immediately exploded with heated discussions. They all said that today is the birthday of the old lady. No matter who he is, it is a sin to do such evil.
"Why are you talking about this? I came here empty-handed today and performed a sword of sincerity for Yuan Gong."
A white-clothed youth walked out of the field, his voice just fell, and his figure walked away gracefully.
Everyone followed soon after. This white-clothed youth was an extraordinary creature. He was known as the Sword God of the World. His grace and grace were easily appreciated.
"Second Brother, relax and don't look at who is present. Besides, Big Brother has been promoted to the peak of Mid Soul Sensing Stage. Besides, as long as my father is here and has the kindness of the Immortal Saint, who dares to embarrass my family? Let's go and see the style of the sword god Tang Sanshao."
Yuan Jingyi, the third youngest member of the Yuan family, patted Yuan Jingyan on the arm and said with a smile that the two brothers have always had the best friendship. He saw the worry in Yuan Jingyan's heart and hereby explained it.
Yuan Jingyan frowned and said, "Third son, my family has been famous for nearly a century, like flowers blooming on brocade, or burning fire cooking oil. Does it really depend on my father's favor? No, it is the residual power of the Immortal Saint, and the opportunity given to my father by the Immortal Saint. If you suddenly become rich, you should cultivate your body and mind. Saints are well-educated, and if their virtues are not matched, there will be disasters. But in these years, my family..."
"Second Brother!"
Yuan Jingyi interrupted, "Big Brother just said it. If he hears it, he will have another attack. He is determined to become a person like an immortal saint."
"A person like an immortal saint?"
Yuan Jingyan murmured, sighed, and waved his hand, as if to wave away the floating thoughts in his heart, "That's all, let's not mention it. Third child, what's going on with the Guangshan Hall you manage? Why don't I see that the funds have not been reduced much? My family is not short of money and goods, I just want Zhou Ji the poor in the world to accumulate virtue for my family. Later, you can bring over the accounts and I will take a closer look. In short, one million dans of grain a year must be donated. If your virtue is not cultivated, it will be weak. This can also be considered as a blessing for my family."
Yuan Jingyi laughed, reluctantly agreed, and pulled Yuan Jingyan toward the layman, saying excitedly, "Just in time to see if Tang Sanshao's name as the Sword God is worthy of the name. It is said that he has developed the sincerity, which is almost comparable to the immortal saint's sorrow."
Yuan Jingyan looked up to the sky and sighed, "No one dares to compare themselves to immortal saints. Only when fireflies cannot see the sun and moon can they dare to compete with the sun and moon for their brightness."
Yuan Jingyi smiled and said, "I know, you, our brother, are lucky enough to have seen the Immortal Saint with your own eyes. Okay, come on over. Big Brother is not here, so you have to maintain the scene."
When the Yuan brothers arrived, the battle array had already been drawn up.
Dressed in white, Tang Sanshao has a slender body, a face like a woman, red lips and white teeth, and an excellent appearance. She stands more than ten feet away, with the Misty Hidden Sword in her palm pointing to the ground, and her eyes fixed on Old Qian.
Tang Sanshao was shocked. With Mid Soul Sensing Stage's cultivation and astonishing swordsmanship, he was able to fight Late Soul Sensing Stage with ease. His name as the Sword God was definitely not a joke by a meddler.
With his knowledge, he couldn't even see clearly the cultivation level of the rough and fat man in front of him, and what kind of magical weapon that kitchen knife with its wooden handle was cracked was.
Tang Sanshao firmly remembers Master's teachings: If you encounter an enemy who makes you unable to distinguish between depth and depth, never fight him.
Tang Sanshao wanted to withdraw, but what he said before was too full, and it was no longer easy to withdraw.
After observing for a long time, Tang Sanshao raised his sword in salute, "This is Tang San. May I ask for your name?"
Old Qian ignored Tang Sanshao at all. His eyes were wandering all over the place. He had been howling in the courtyard for a long time, but no one came to surround him. He vented his anger. The phlegm in his chest subsided slightly, and his consciousness gradually recovered. Looking at the knife in his hand and the place where he stood, he could not understand how he rushed in.
The white-clothed monk in front of him asked politely. He didn't know what he meant. He just wanted to find the person he was looking for and get his granddaughter back.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Yuan Jingyan and Yuan Jing Brother Yi. Although these two brothers were extremely noble and Old Qian had never had the chance to meet them, they were neighbors for so many years and he recognized them as the second generation sons of the Yuan family.
Bang, Old Qian suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, crying, "Let my family JunJun go, and my life will be paid to your Yuan family." He kowtowed violently like pounding garlic. After a while, his head was bruised and bleeding, and the blood soaked into the floor.
"Here, what is going on? Forbidden method, curse method?"
Tang Sanshao is confused.
Everyone was stunned. Didn't the person who came to report the news say that the madman had amazing cultivation skills and single-handedly stormed into the mansion?
Kill first and beg for mercy later. What kind of approach is this?
"What nonsense are you talking about? Where did the madman come from? Why don't you get rid of him?"
Yuan Jingyi exploded immediately and shouted sharply.
Two guards, one on the left and one on the right, took Old Qian. There was a loud clang, and the broken-handled kitchen knife that fell to the ground jumped up in the air. The blade drew a strange arc and struck the legs of the two guards. The ordinary-looking kitchen knife was actually light. The golden armor on the guards was easy to break. It was not as if the two guards had been chopped with a kitchen knife, but as if they had received a critical blow. They flew straight away and fell into the ten-acre lotus pond more than ten feet away, causing a splash of water Eldest Brother.
"To cause trouble, you are here to cause trouble!"
Yuan Jingyi said grimly, "Do you really think that anyone can enter my Yuan family?" After saying that, he smiled and cupped his fists at the somewhat dull Tang Sanshao, "Brother Tang, you guys are still waiting to get a glimpse of your sword god style."
Tang Sanshao was stunned for a long time, and suddenly he raised his fist towards Old Qian, "Brother, I can't match your magic skills. When the sword energy is released, I can't detect it. Even if I practice this kind of sword technique for ten thousand years, I still won't be able to match it."
Tang Sanshao As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar. There were only about ten monks Soul Sensing Realm in the place, and the rest couldn't understand that there was such a deep doorway here?
In fact, the remaining ten or so soul-sensing monks didn't understand what Lao Qian's magical power was about.
He couldn't feel the real energy fluctuations, nor could he sense the sword energy. Even when the strange magic sword struck the guard's golden armor, there was no sword energy invading. However, just such a blow easily shattered the golden armor.
What kind of state this is, they can't understand.