693: C693 Sword Kinesis

C693 Sword Kinesis

Yue Yangren's anger boiled. He was infuriated by Wu Tie again and again. Blood spurted out from his nose. He could only clench his teeth as he looked at Ye Xiaofan's small face that was asking for a beating.

"Shua!"

Afterwards, Yue Yangren could only drag his broken arms and escape in a sorry state. He did not even dare to look back as he was afraid that he would be angered to death by Ye Xiaofan.

"Thank you uncle."

Ye Xiaofan turned around and expressed his gratitude to Liu Qingyuan. If it wasn't for Liu Qingyuan, he probably would have died at the hands of Yue Yangren.

"Gulp …"

"Forget about thanking. What I dislike the most is having experts rely on their strength to bully the weak."

"I have come here for a matter. As for this matter, it is all about you."

Liu Qingyuan raised his wine pot and gulped down a few mouthfuls. Then, he glanced at Ye Xiaofan with a smile that was not a smile.

"Shua!"

Liu Qingyuan's right hand formed a sword and slid a few times in the air in front of him. The long sword on his back was instantly unsheathed and quickly enlarged, floating in the air.

"This is the Imperial Sword Technique!"

When Ye Xiaofan saw this scene, he frowned and muttered in his heart. Then, he saw Liu Qingyuan jumping on the stage. After a moment of hesitation, he also followed.

Could he not go up? Just now, there was a level seven Incarnation expert who wanted to kill him. If he did not follow Liu Qingyuan, who knows if that Yue Yangren would come back.

"Shua!"

The long sword cut through the air and flew a dozen miles away.

"..."

Sword Manipulation Monastery

On the flat ground where the incense burner was placed, rows of young men with long swords in their hands and dressed in divinatory robes with their hair tied up in crowns were neatly standing.

"Watch carefully. The first chapter of the Imperial Sword Technique, Eastwind West!"

Standing in front of these youths was a middle-aged man. As he spoke, he pulled out a sword from his back, and with a twist of his wrist, he stabbed towards the right.

"Wow!"

One by one, the youths looked at the sword techniques before them and shouted out excitedly, all of them eager to give it a try.

Under the guidance of the middle-aged man, one youth after another began to brandish their long swords.

In the hall of the monastery, there were white prayer mats one by one. At the moment, there was no one. Ye Xiaofan and Liu Qingyuan flew directly to the hall.

"You are Sword-wielding Old Man, who is Jian Nanxuan's man?"

Walking into the hall, Liu Qingyuan kept his sword and stared at Ye Xiaofan's chest.

Where did he feel Jian Nanxuan's faintly discernible presence?

"And who are you? You saved me for no reason at all? Could it be because of Jian Nanxuan?"

Ye Xiaofan frowned and asked.

Hearing the rhetorical question, Liu Qingyuan burst into laughter. Then, he shook his head and chuckled. "Hahaha, little friend, I'll tell you the truth. Three thousand years ago, Jian Nanxuan and I had an understanding of the cause and effect."2

"I only rushed back after sensing his aura."

"Don't worry. This Karma doesn't have any malice toward him. If I had malice toward you, why would I save you?"

After Liu Qingyuan's explanation, Ye Xiaofan finally let go of the guard in his heart. In front of a Eighth Level of Incarnation Stage, what could he do?

Ye Xiaofan slowly held the remnant soul in his chest in his palm. Seeing the faintly discernible remnant soul, Ye Xiaofan's nose twitched and his heart was filled with sadness.

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