692: C692 Sword Manipulation Monastery

C692 Sword Manipulation Monastery

When Ye Xiaofan met Yue Yangren's gaze, his heart skipped a beat. "Could it be that the other party wants to obtain the memories in my mind?"

While Ye Xiaofan was pondering, Yue Yangren made up his mind. A cold smile hung on his face and he instantly appeared in front of Ye Xiaofan.

"Little bastard, so what if you are the reincarnation of Divinity Expert?! Right now, you can only obediently become fertilizer on this old man's path!"

Saying that, Yue Yangren extended his hand like lightning and grabbed towards Ye Xiaofan's collar.

"Don't be so presumptuous!"

"Swish! Swish!"

In the distant horizon, a loud sound came from the pressure. A sharp sword qi extended across hundreds of miles and directly slashed towards Yue Yangren's arm.

"Sssii!"

"Ah!

With a crisp sound, blood splattered everywhere. Yue Yangren's arm flew up and he screamed out in pain. His face turned pale as he kept retreating.

Ye Xiaofan thought he was going to die, he didn't expect that someone would save him. He immediately looked into the distance, and saw a middle-aged man wearing a divination robe slowly walking over with a long sword on his back and a wine gourd on his waist.

"You are... Imperial Sword Sect, Liu Qingyuan! "

After seeing who it was, Yue Yangren's pupils slightly contracted as he said in disbelief.

The middle-aged man before him was a Daoist from the Sword Mansion. He was a Daoist from Qingyuan, had the strength of Eighth Level of Incarnation Stage, and was at the pinnacle of sword arts. There were very few people in the same realm who could withstand three moves from him, and was also known as the Three Sword Taoist.

Regardless of status or strength, the other party had completely crushed Yue Yangren, the new entry-level elder.

Yue Yangren didn't understand. People from the Sword Management Terrace spent all their time cultivating in the Monastery, while the world was peaceful and secluded. Only when the world was in chaos would they open their doors and leave the sect to save the world.

For thousands of years, the Western Regions had developed peacefully. There were people who had never seen the Imperial Sword Taoist temple, and some people had even forgotten that the Western Regions also had the Imperial Sword Taoist temple.

Liu Qingyuan glanced at Yue Yangren indifferently. He took a yellow gourd from his waist and poured a line of sparkling and translucent wine into his mouth.

"Gulp …" Gulp.

After gulping down two mouthfuls, Liu Qingyuan lifted his sleeves and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth. Then, he said, "I want this kid!"

Then Liu Qingyuan pointed at Yue Yangren with his wine gourd. "And you, scram."

Being pointed at, Yue Yangren felt humiliated. He gritted his teeth and the veins on his forehead bulged as he suppressed the rage in his heart.

"Yo …" Old Bald Moron, didn't you want to kill me just now? You don't even dare to fart? "

Ye Xiaofan looked at Yue Yangren's twisted face and felt really good. He held his arm and said with a ridiculing tone.

"You!"

Hearing the word Old Bald Moron again, Yue Yangren's eyes were bloodshot and his facial features were distorted. He turned around to look at Ye Xiaofan and scolded in a flustered manner.

"Hurry up and get lost!"

Liu Qingyuan, who was standing to the side, did not have any expression of indifference as he coldly berated Yue Yangren with a pair of sharp eyes.

"Liu Qingyuan, I'll count it as you being ruthless. You can protect this little bastard for a while, but you won't be able to protect him for a lifetime. Don't give me the chance to …"

"Sssii!"

A cold light flashed. Yue Yangren's other arm, which was threatening, was chopped off.1

"Old Bald Moron, did you hear that? Get lost already!"

Ye Xiaofan looked at Yue Yangren in ridicule. Now that he had Liu Qingyuan's protection, he was not afraid of anything. Of course, it was to get back at him.

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