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Although Sima Ziyan didn't know Sun Yanwan's life experience, she was smart and could guess from the few words yesterday that this little brother Sun was afraid that his family background was very miserable.

Her heart was filled with tender thoughts, and she held Sun Yanwan's hand and said, "Don't be sad, brother, I will make you more clothes in the future, so I won't cry or cry."

Sun Yanwan was half a play and half a feeling of pain. He had read some time travel novels, but most of them had never thought about his parents again. He really missed home.

He was really embarrassed to be comforted by Sima Ziyan. After all, pretending to cry was not so grand. He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Let Sister Sima make a joke."

Miss Sima smiled and said, "It's rare for sister to see this scene."

"My brother is a master and will become a dignified hero in the future. I am afraid no one will see such a scene again."

Sun Yanwan was about to invite Sima Ziyan into the temple, but the Emei heroine sighed and said, "There is still a lot of busy work for my father. My sister is here to say goodbye. When the storm is over, my brother comes to my sister's house. I will host a banquet for you."

Sun Yanwan was quite surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was the case.

Sima Censor suffered such a big disaster, how could he not fight back? I was afraid that the court would be in trouble again, and it was a turbulent situation. However, he could not help with this matter, so he could only say: "Sister Sima, take care of him."

Sima Ziyan said goodbye to Sun Yanwan and turned over to a white horse. She dressed in white and looked like a fairy. She drove the horse away. After a long time, the beautiful atmosphere dispersed.

Sun Yanwan lowered his head and opened the bag. There was indeed a set of clothes inside, including shoes and socks. In addition to the clothes, there was also a ball of things that were plated together. He reached out and touched it lightly, and the ball of things suddenly shook straight.

This is a soft sword with sheaths, which is tied together, and is so dark that it is inconspicuous. After stretching straight, there is a faint chill.

Sun Yanwan held the spring and pulled out the soft sword. The blade was like water. The sword body was very flexible, slightly shorter than the Demon Sword, and the sword body was a little narrower. He tried a few moves casually, and the sword blade was circling his hand, making it easy to use. This was a weapon that could be called a treasure.

I don’t know what animal’s skin tanned scabbard is very exquisite, with a twist and wishful thinking, with the word “lingxiu” on it.

Sun Yanwan took away the soft sword, took the bag, and returned to Taiyi Temple, and found this matter interesting.

"It's a pity that this sister is a little older. When I grow up, she's afraid she's..."

Sun Yanwan was about to go back to practice when he heard a low roar and a strong wind rushed from behind. He subconsciously turned his body and raised his bag. He heard the sound of shaving and cracking Sima Ziyan's clothes with a single knife, and knocked on the sword sheath of the soft sword Lingxi, making a crisp sound.

Sun Yan took a few steps away, feeling extremely distressed. Before he could wear his clothes, he was chopped up. Although the soft sword was a sharp weapon, such a soft sword was not suitable for a fierce collision with the weapon. Moreover, the soft sword's scabbard is leather, which cannot stand the sword.

He threw down the bag in his hand, pulled out the soft sword, and took a closer look. The scabbard was really broken, but this mouth was indeed a sharp weapon, the blade was like water, and it was full of colorful colors, without any damage.

A cold and cruel voice shouted: "Today I will tell you that I, Lao Xin, are more suitable for being the apprentice of the Grand Master."

With a single sword, the sword technique was really good. Sun Yanwan gave a comment in his heart and thought to himself: "I'm afraid he has the strength of the eighth grade."

"But, is this the secret sword technique of the Scorpio Cult?"

"Rough and rough, with too many flaws in tricks."

Apart from the Ziwu Sutra, Sun Yanwan had never learned the skills of the Songyang Sect's fist, foot and weaponry. However, he practiced the Hu family's magic sword technique and made extraordinary progress. Although his internal strength was slightly weak, his magic sword technique was many times more skillful than the sword technique of the Scorpio Sect.

Lao Xin used several swords, forcing Sun Yanwan to retreat repeatedly. Just as he was about to work harder, he severely injured the little Taoist priest, he heard a hurry and shouted, "Little brother, stop." He heard that it was Lao Ai's voice. Instead, he didn't listen, he added a little more force. But at this moment, a soft sword with cold light pointed at the flaw in his sword technique from a wonderful angle.

This move to attack the enemy is a very clever swordsmanship. Lao Xin's face was fierce and he did not stop the sword and struck him horizontally. Instead, he accelerated his sword and slashed down with one sword, which was like a loss-making situation.

Sun Yanwan had expected that the sword would turn lightly and remove one of the other's arms without holding the knife.

The seven-turn of this magic sword technique is extremely magical. How could ordinary people like Lao Xin resist it?

Sun Yanwan didn't expect that the magic sword technique was so wise. Before he could finish one move, he fought for seven times. After only one turn, he slashed one of the opponent's arms. He couldn't help but be stunned and gave in a little bit to avoid the opponent's counterattack. He hesitated in his heart and thought to himself: "Do you kill all the three members of the Lao family?"

Lao Xin broke his arm, threw down the single knife in his hand, and raised his hand, and a poisonous needle flew out of his sleeve.

Sun Yanwan didn't have the ability to resist the poison needle. He hurriedly went backwards. At this moment, a dark cloud passed by, and a powerful internal force shook the poison needles away. Lao Xin was about to escape, but where could he be? He was flew by a finger from the sky, tapped the acupoint, and lay softly on the ground.

Lao Ai was so scared that his soul was rushing over, and he knelt down and kowtowed, but he heard Zhang Yuanqiao say lightly: "No need to do this, this is not your brother."

Lao Ai was slightly surprised, but saw Zhang Yuanqiao reaching out and slapping it from the air. Numerous tiny cracks appeared on Lao Xin's face, a human skin mask shattered, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a sinister face.

The middle-aged man's face turned slightly black and he was distorted. He died after only a few breaths.

Zhang Yuanqiao said to his disciple, "Use the sword to open his right hand."

Sun Yanwan picked it open as he said, but saw a black iron ring on the index finger of the man. The rings of the fingers produced sharp short thorns, with some blood on them.

Zhang Yuanqiao snorted coldly and said lightly: "It's a demon of the Demon Sect. Maybe he heard that I had accepted my disciples and sent someone to assassinate you to avoid another young master from the righteous martial arts world."

"The black god sprig on his fingers. If the dead soldiers sent by him cannot assassinate the target, they will turn their rings and clench their fists. The black god sprig will penetrate deep into their body and die in an instant."

Sun Yanwan was frightened and thought to himself: "Is the martial arts world so dangerous?"

"I thought the court had to fight and kill the whole family and destroy villages and towns at any time. I didn't expect that the Demon Sect was even worse, and actually sent people to assassinate young disciples from major sects."

"I haven't worked very hard recently, so I have to work harder and roll it up hard."

When Lao Ai saw that it was not his younger brother, his heart relaxed slightly and whispered: "It's great, it's not Lao Hsin."

She couldn't even think about what a catastrophe would the Lao family have encountered if her younger brother "assassinated" Sun Yanwan?

Zhang Yuanqiao said lightly: "The demon sect is ruthless. Since I have sent someone to pretend to be your brother, I am afraid that my brother will be unfortunate."
Chapter completed!