Genius Daddy in the City

Han Zhanhu and the others shook their heads one after another, expressing that they did not know.

On the other hand, Yang Junlin's expression was a little unnatural: "Ye Zhizun can understand it as the hidden world sect, ancient martial arts and ancient martial arts, which naturally refers to ancient martial arts, the wisdom and crystallization of ancestors, but with the development of the times, many The inheritance has been broken, and today, the ancient martial arts are almost withered."

"And there are some forces or sects, they have been passed down for hundreds of years or even thousands of years, and they have many martial arts that have been broken down, but these people are too precious and unwilling to take it out, even isolated from the world, not eating the world Fireworks."

Speaking of this, Yang Junlin's expression has a faint trace of anger: "These people think that they control extraordinary power, look down on our worldly mortals, think that we are ants, so they don't contact us, and they call it the place where they are. Titled for the last three days!"

Ye Chen was stunned, but he didn't care much in his heart. No matter how strong his martial arts was, he couldn't compare to his cultivation. Bai Zhanyuan was an example.

Seeing that he didn't care, Yang Junlin said sternly: "People from the last three days will practice martial arts since childhood, and they have the resources to cultivate, plus the high grade of martial arts cultivation, Ye Zhizun must not be underestimated."

Ye Chen nodded.

On the other hand, Yan Nanfei asked inexplicably, "Jun Lin, we don't know this, how did you know?"

"Drink your bar."

Yang Junlin shook his head slightly, unwilling to reveal it.

Seeing this, it was not easy for others to ask further questions, but Ye Chen gave Yang Junlin a deep look, secretly guessing that he was probably from the last three days.

...

All the top ten masters of the Huaguo Heavenly Ranking team joined forces and were defeated by a young man, and even Yang Junlin, who was second in the Heavenly Ranking, also lost!

This news swept across the entire Chinese martial arts world like a stormy sea, and spread to the Chinese world at a terrifying speed.

Everyone was shocked by the news.

They knew the strength of Yan Nanfei and the others, and it was enough that the four great masters joined forces to defeat. They did not expect Yang Junlin, the second in the Heavenly Ranking, the former number one on the Heavenly Ranking, the Chinese God of War, to also lose.

Before they could react, another even more explosive news came.

This young man, who had lost all kinds of masters in the Heavenly Ranking, turned out to be looking for Ye Nankang, the number one in the Heavenly Ranking. After Ye Nankang appeared, he beheaded him strongly.

That night, countless people were shocked, and they also deeply remembered a name again.

Ye Nan is crazy!

A veritable number one on the list of heaven, number one in China!

Overnight, countless forces opened the highest emergency meeting together. The theme of the meeting was one, that is, do not oppose Ye Nankang in any way, no matter whether the two sides have any grievances before this.

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Wumeng headquarters.

Feng Kuohai, the elder of the Wumeng League, bowed and stood outside the stone gate. He didn't dare to let out a mouthful of air, but his heart was horrified!

Bai Zhanyuan was actually beheaded!

That is a half-step Wuzun!

As soon as he thought of this, he was fighting with each other, for fear that Ye Chen would kill him at any time, and how would he and others stop him at that time.

A sigh came from the stone gate: "Where is Jian Wushuang now?"

"This son is now in Luoyang."

Feng Kuohai paused for a moment, then stammered: "There was a family in Luoyang who specialized in casting swords for the government in ancient times. Their ancestors were known as heavenly craftsmen. After Jian Wushuang learned about it, they forcibly robbed the family's treasures. "

Shimen Nei was silent for a few seconds: "Then what?"

He has also heard of this family of military refiners, surnamed Ning, whose ancestors forged swords from generation to generation. It is rumored that he collected the meteorite iron and the thousand-year-old lightning strike peach wood to cast a "big thunder sound sword!"

On the day when the sword is completed, the sword maker throws his body into the furnace and sacrifices the sword with his flesh and blood.

Of course, this was just a rumor. He was more concerned about whether Jian Wushuang went to grab the sword and whether he was resisted by the Ning family.

Feng Kuohai said with an unnatural expression: "He snatched the sword, but the Ning family didn't take action. Instead... they wanted to recruit him as... a son-in-law who came to the door, and said that the sword was a dowry..."

There was no sound in Shimen.

After a long while, a weak voice came: "There are less than a few days before the three-month appointment between Jian Wushuang and Mo Wenjian. Let's release the news that Mo Wenjian died at the hands of Ye Nankang."

"As ordered!"

Feng Kuohai clenched his fists solemnly, turned around and walked out, his brows filled with coldness.

Ye Nankang, Ye Nankang!

As long as you have more time, I have found a good opponent for you. Jian Wushuang lost the four great masters in a row before he took the sword. Now that he has obtained the sword of the Ning family, it must be even more powerful!

...

Late at night.

The roof of a retro mansion in Luoyang.

A young man in white was sitting cross-legged. The young man was only seventeen or eighteen years old. His eyebrows were bright, his lips were red and his teeth were white, but his facial features were cold and cold, giving people the feeling of being a thousand miles away.

Behind it was a sword wrapped in black cloth, only the hilt was exposed, there was a faint surging of thunder, and the sound of electric blasting was heard from time to time.

The young man looked up at the moon sky, his deep eyes were like stars: "Master, where are you?"

"Brother Wushuang, Brother Wushuang!"

At this moment, a voice like a lark came from the other side of the roof, and then I saw a girl in a black suit walking over from the other side of the roof.

The woman is about eighteen years old, with delicate facial features, exquisite body, and a lively beauty embryo. A pair of big eyes are constantly bewildering, full of smart colors.

heard.

The white-clothed boy's expression was slightly condensed, a hint of helplessness flashed in his wooden eyes, and he simply closed his eyes and pretended not to see it.

The girl came over panting, pouted and said in dissatisfaction: "Brother Wushuang, people have been calling you for a long time, why are you ignoring me?"

The boy in white turned a deaf ear.

The girl stomped her feet and said angrily, "My dad asked you to go down and said there was something important to tell you."

The boy in white opened his eyes, his figure moved, and he stepped on the void and landed directly on the ground, disappearing from the girl's sight in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, you are waiting for me!"

The girl almost didn't get pissed off, she stomped her feet in anger, "He's really an elm head, people are chasing him, but he doesn't care, I Ning Ruolan talks about looks and looks, and in terms of body and figure, what's the difference? ."

...

Inside the Ning family villa.

The boy in white looked at Ning Zhiyuan, the contemporary head of the Ning family, and said blankly, "What's the matter?"

Ning Zhiyuan, who was just over forty, also looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated expression, and said, "You don't need to go to Yangcheng!"

He would never forget that just yesterday, the young man in front of him came to Suo Jian, and it was the "Big Thunder Sound Sword" passed down from generation to generation by the Ning family!

The Ning family was considered a wealthy family in Luoyang. When had they ever been humiliated like this, so Ning Zhiyuan took the lead and was defeated by the young man in front of him with one move.

As a last resort, he had to lead the young man in front of him into the Ning family's old house where the "Big Thunder Sound Sword!" was stored. A lot of organs and formations created by the Ning family were arranged.

The formation is fully open, enough to kill the martial arts master.

However, the young man standing in front of him at this moment broke through the barrier alone and passed the Ning family's battle formation "Twenty-four punishments!"

Not to mention the "Big Thunder Sound Sword", it even triggered a vision, causing thousands of ancient swords that had been stored in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion for hundreds of years to vibrate collectively.

It is the trend of Wanjian Chaozong!

"Why?" the boy in white said.

Ning Zhiyuan shook his head slightly: "I just received the news that the sword god Mo Wenjian is dead, so the three-month contract between you and him will naturally be terminated."

"Who killed it?" The young man was still without waves.

Ning Zhiyuan subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but after seeing the firm gaze of the young man, he finally shook his head and said, "Mo Wenjian died in the hands of Ye Nankang, the number one in the Heavenly Ranking. It is said that he was killed by Ye Nankang with his sword... …”

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a sword intent erupting from the young man in front of him: "Then I will challenge Ye Nankang!"

"I knew it was so!"

Ning Zhiyuan sighed and said, "Ye Nankang is number one in the sky and number one in China. He just killed a half-step Wu Zun. You are not his opponent, don't go!"

Although they haven't been together for a day, he really admires the young man in front of him, and even wants to marry his only daughter Ning Ruolan to him, but...

"Three days later, I will go to Yangcheng!"

The young man left a sentence, and the person has already left.

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(ps: Chapter 4, I can’t write anymore, I’m tired, I’m going to chapter 4 for now.)