There's someone else?
Both sides were startled.
Hearing the two words "Brother Yan", Ji Hyun-woon's body trembled, her teeth biting her lower lip.
Yuan Fushun glanced over, saying in a low voice: "It shouldn't be him, he injured Yu Ge, and is currently being held back by the Lord of the Town of Beginnings."
"Whether it's him or not … what does it matter!" Ji Hyun-woon said coldly.
"What's wrong, Brother Yan, if you don't come out, can I treat what you just said as bullshit?" Tang Tianxing sneered.
Lianhai Tingtao frowned in displeasure: "Enough Tang Tianxing, Brother Yan did not say anything like that, whether or not he wants to help, it's all up to him. You're making things up out of nothing, aren't you afraid of embarrassing your Tang Sect!"
To be able to make a disciple of the Lianhai Villa angry, Tang Tianxing was the only one.
"Internal strife again!" Fu Jian laughed evilly, "As expected of a despicable and lowly race, why don't we change the human world to a despicable world, because it's home to a group of despicable things like you!"
"Turn into dried corpses for me!" A sandstorm formed in his palm, as it spun, it grew larger and larger, whistling through the air, but suddenly stopped, he turned his head slightly to look.
Not only him, almost everyone's eyes suddenly shifted to Fu Jian's back, with a whistling sound, a figure rushed out from under the wall, passing Fu Jian as fast as lightning, glided over and landed lightly beside LianHai TingTaoTao.
Seeing this figure, Ji Hyun-woon could not help but feel his emotions churning, but when he saw the figure turn around, it was a masked man wearing black clothes.
This person's hair was disheveled, looking somewhat unrestrained, but under the contrast of the black clothes, there was an indescribable domineering aura.
Unfortunately, the cyan steel sword at his waist destroyed this feeling.
"Brother Yan still came after all," Lianhai Tingtao said helplessly.
Tang Tianxing curled her lips: "At least you have some backbone."
"Didn't I say, I'm here to help," Yan Li said indifferently.
Tang Tianxing sneered: "You want to save face, you'll suffer. I want to see how you die. "
Yuan Fushun looked up and down at Yan Li. He frowned and then calmed down. He smiled faintly and said, "No matter what, the Lihen Palace owes you a favor. If we don't die, we will drink and chat happily!"
"Hey, they all have names and backgrounds. Which one are you?" Fu Jian's face darkened as he stared at Yan Li. "Whenever I see someone with the surname Yan, I can't help but want to kill him. Tell me your name."
"Of course you have to remember my name, because this name will be a nightmare that you can never escape from in the future." Yan Li let out a sarcastic and confident laugh that was unique to Yan Wushuang. "My name is Yan Wushuang, not 'Wushuang' as in 'unparalleled'. My name is Yan Wushuang."
Not him?
Ji Hyun-woon was a little disappointed.
"Huh?" Fu Jian narrowed his eyes in laughter. "Nightmare? You? "
"What's the problem?" Yan Li asked.
"What do you know?" Fu Jian asked.
"Sword," Yan Li said.
"What sword?" Fu Jian asked.
"Unsheathing the sword," Yan Li said.
"Unsheathing the sword?" Fu Jian looked as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He laughed viciously. "Do you think you're Li Ku?!"
"I'm not Li Ku, but I can," Yan Li said.
"Give it a try." Fu Jian was still laughing.
"Fine." Yan Li reached out and grabbed the hilt of his sword.
Before he moved, everyone heard a 'clang' sound. Their laughter came to an abrupt end, because Fu Jian's body suddenly split into pieces.
What happened?
Everyone's mind was filled with questions.
Crack!
Before they could figure out what had happened, the cyan steel sword in Yan Li's hand exploded. Even the scabbard was broken into several pieces.
"This brat …" Yuan Fushun almost cried out. Even with his attainments in the way of the sword, he couldn't clearly see when Yan Li unsheathed his sword. However, he recognized Yan Li.
"Crown Prince, he's Yan Li in disguise." He couldn't help but send a voice transmission to Ji Hyun-woon.
Ji Hyun-woon's body trembled. "Why, why did he …"
"Shh!" Yuan Fushun said in a low voice. "He must have his own difficulties. I'm afraid this sword is also to remind us not to expose him."
"Hmph!" Ji Hyun-woon clenched her teeth. "After we defeat the Heaven Worship Sect, I'll have Little White stab him to death!"
This sword directly caused everyone to look askance.
Tang Tianxing's expression changed. He took two steps back without batting an eyelid.
Wang Yuanjie stared at Yan Li. "Good sword. I've never heard of your name. What a surprise. This sword alone is enough for you to enter the top twenty of the Prodigy Ranking."
"Is that so?" Yan Li's expression didn't change, but his heart was in turmoil.
This sword was obviously not Yan Wu Shuang's Unparalleled Fast Sword.
Yan Wu Shuang's Unparalleled Fast Sword was impossible to imitate, because that was his real name.
That's right, the Unparalleled Fast Sword was his real name. That was why even Chen Ping was no match for him.
The Unparalleled Fast Sword was not a technique or a unique skill.
Yan Li was imitating the Unparalleled Fast Sword, and the result was unexpected.
The principle was still the Hidden Edge.
He had condensed the Hidden Edge force in the Cyan Steel Sword, but it wasn't evenly distributed. Instead, he concentrated it on a single point, and then he applied some force to the point like a spring. The sword itself was a mechanism. Once the mechanism was pressed, the spring would activate. After the sword was pulled out, it would return to the sheath with the force of drawing the sword. During this period, the external force would create a loop, so the speed of drawing the sword back to the sheath was unbelievably fast.
This sword destroyed the Cyan Steel Sword, but it was worth it to kill the Heaven Worship Sect member.
"Kid, take this!"
Just then, he heard a soft shout. Looking towards the source of the voice, he saw Yuan Fushun looking at him with a meaningful gaze and throwing a sword at him.
Instinctively, he caught it and felt that the sword was light in his hand. It was perfect for using the Unparalleled Fast Sword. He asked, "Senior, this is?"
"The sword is called Arc Light. It's the relic of an old friend of mine. Before he died, he asked me to find a new owner," Yuan Fushun said calmly. "Take it as a reward for helping the Parting Hatred Palace."
If it were a stranger, he would probably use the excuse of borrowing it. Of course, the relic of an old friend would not be given to a stranger.
Yan Li already knew what he meant. He nodded and said, "Thank you."
Only then did he look down at the Arc Light. The body of the sword was green and white, glowing faintly as if it was condensing the speed of light. No wonder it was called Arc Light.
Without a doubt, this was a Spirit Grade Treasure Weapon.
The cheapest one in the market cost four hundred Soul Stones.
Slowly holding the hilt, a strong sense of disharmony rushed to his heart.
A Treasure Weapon with another cultivator's mark, especially a Spirit Grade Treasure Weapon that had already developed spirituality, was indeed difficult to control.
Even so, it was still better than the Cyan Steel Sword that would shatter upon use.
Fu Jian's body was completely repaired. He stared at Yan Li with a gloomy expression. "I've decided. I'll turn you into a dried corpse and make you a part of my collection!"
"Usually, wishes are the hardest to fulfill."
At this moment, an old man walked out from the Heaven Worship Sect. He did not bother to hide his sarcasm. "I don't know why, but I feel that you will be very disappointed today."
Then, the ground started to shake. In the empty space behind him, which was the entrance of the Parting Hatred Palace, a huge nest broke out from the ground.
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