"Young Master is awake!"

Fang Yuan opened his eyes and immediately realized that he was sleeping on a beautiful bed, with the silky brocade quilt around him, and the air of incense.

Two maids with a cute smile and pearl and cuddly wore a bead and cuddly wore a cup of tea. When they saw him wake up, they immediately went to bring a copper basin and teacup to him and carefully serve him to wash.

‘It’s a great atmosphere of wealth, but it’s different from what I imagined!’

In front of the bronze mirror, Fang Yuan was a little stunning and looked at his image carefully.

Well, his facial features are handsome, he has no distortion, but he is just a feminine, and... he has a slight eye bag and a circle of black. It is obvious that the wine is too colored, which has hollowed out his body.

Overall, in my memory, this is a ignorant playboy who even needs a pretty maid to help shake off even if he lets water.

‘This kind of life has not become a fat pig, but is thin and thin. It’s really strange. Maybe it’s because of its weak body?’

After passing these small things, Fang Yuan carefully browsed the original owner's memory and was a little strange: "Originally... I thought that in the high-dimensional dimension, they must be like the spiritual world and the inner demon world, but I didn't expect that there was another world like this! Such a world!"

Jianghu! Martial Arts! This is the main theme of this world.

According to the memory of this playboy, there are no government forces such as the court in this world, but instead the rise of martial arts sects one by one.

A warrior can open mountains and split stones, travel thousands of miles a day, and no one can defeat thousands of people.

Sectarian forces occupy several counties, collect taxes in a grand manner, train large armies, and appoint officials, just like a small country.

It is rumored that a true martial arts master can trigger the celestial phenomena, destroy the city with a wave of his hand, and even leave the body of the soul, fighting thousands of miles apart.

Therefore, the martial arts world is prosperous, and any young man and woman think about wearing bright clothes and angry horses, smiling and proud in the world, and making a name for themselves.

Various competitions, rankings, comments from Mr. Su are emerging one after another.

‘It’s just...it seems a bit weak just by looking at it! Although martial arts are powerful, they are incomparable to the Demon Lord and God…’

Fang Yuan thought silently: 'Did I have a mistake? In the high-dimensional dimension, not all the worlds like the spiritual world and the inner demon world...or, this world has a hidden side, and I didn't realize it?'

At this time, I didn't think much about it and began to sort out the original owner's memory.

Well, I have good luck this time. The original owner was named Nangong Wuwang. He was the young owner of Shenbing Villa. He had an old father and three sisters.

The Divine Bing Villa is also a second-rate force in the world, and can be called a local emperor among the three nearby counties.

The owner of the manor, Nangong Wentian, ranks second in the latest martial arts list. He is a real master of the martial arts world. He is a big hero who comes to challenge every year. However, his final outcome is not very good. Many of them are thrown directly from the Broken Heart Cliff behind the villa.

‘There are nine-grade martial arts masters, and the top third-grade masters can start sects. It is said that above the ninth grade, there is also a celestial realm, and they are completely like land gods…’

‘It’s a pity that with such a good father, countless resources, Nangong Wuwang is born unable to practice martial arts. He is a 'a body of leaks'. He is famous for his martial arts waste. Now he has no strength even in the ninth grade, so he is completely inequality.’

‘There is no hope for the future, coupled with the spoiledness of my father and sister, I fell all the way and lived the life of a playboy…’

Fang Yuan put on his clothes and walked out of the attic.

The place where he is located is the core of the Divine Bing Villa. There are countless martial artists guarding the house and guarding the hospital around him, all of whom are masters of grade.

The martial arts list of the martial artists divides the realm of warriors into nine grades. Even the lowest-level nine grades are actually enough to travel to the world.

The third-rank rank is even more rare. You can get a position as a guest deacon, etc. wherever you go, and be a small leader, and you will have no worries about food and clothing for your whole life.

As for the top three levels, it is the master who can establish sects.

"Hello, Master!"

"Young Master is polite!"

At this time, Fang Yuan took the eight-character step and walked with a swaying wave. No matter the slave and martial artist around him, he would bow down and bow down when he saw it, and was secretly surprised.

This young master is the owner of the manor and is free to dote on his own. Although he is not as good as a martial artist, no maid dares to criticize him and will immediately beat him to death.

I don’t get up until the sun is 30 o’clock, so why did I change my temper today?

"Young Master!"

At this time, the person next to him also asked with a smile: "Where are you going to have fun today? I heard that there is a new top brand in Yihong Yicui Tower in the city below. The chef of the Xianxian Tower in Linjiang has developed a drunk fish, which is also awesome..."

In the minds of these people, Nangong Wuwang is a sucker. Fang Yuan glanced at this follower with no doubt that as long as he went to those two places and spent a lot of money on his playboy, this follower would definitely get a lot of kickbacks.

"No, go to Wu Pavilion today!"

Fang Yuan waved his hand casually.

“…”

The following person stared at the sun, thinking that the sun had come out from the west, and the little master actually went to Wu Pavilion.

From top to bottom in the entire Divine Soldier Villa, who doesn’t know that this young master is a natural body with a miserable body and a useless martial arts practice?

Fang Yuan didn't talk nonsense to him and came to a nearby empty attic.

The follower was stunned when he saw the black six-story loft and did not dare to go forward again.

This place is the main site of the villa's Buddhist scriptures. There are several martial arts masters who worship and guard. I don't know how many martial arts masters covet secret books in the world, but they trespassed and never left alive.

The young master is the master of the Divine Soldier Villa, so he can naturally run rampant, but as he dares to enter, he will be dismembered immediately!

Fang Yuan looked at the huge black attic, took a deep breath, and stepped forward and pushed open the door.

...

Just as he entered Wu Pavilion.

Divine Bing Villa, in a secret room.

Several bronze eternal lamps were extinguished at once, and the rest were also swaying candlelight.

A moment later, a middle-aged master rushed over. Seeing this scene, he looked unsurprising and happy: "It's not in vain that I spent more than ten years of hard work, and it will be done!"

He thought about it and pushed open a secret room path.

The path is winding and winding, and one person can only be allowed to move sideways and continue to go down, and then he reaches a huge underground cave.

In the center of the cave, there is a pool of blood. The rich blood color can hardly be melted, reflecting on the middle-aged face, making it even more gloomy and terrifying.

And in the blood pool, there seemed to be a dark shadow, breathing and swallowing blood.

At this time, with whirlpools, the blood pool quickly lowered, and the whole picture of the black shadow appeared. It was a giant sword half a meter long, dark all over, with a heart-pounding color.

"Finally... finally..."
Chapter completed!