"If I hadn't followed my master and had a big fight from Huoyan, I would have been afraid of a journey for several years."

Ye Wenxiu looked at the bustling streets and saw several monks passing by from time to time, with a sigh in his eyes.

"Fang Chen, as a child of the Fang family, you dare to fight me in a dignified battle today. Don't let your stingy mother interfere with the grudge between you and me!"

"Why don't you dare? I really think you are the prince, and I'm afraid of you. Your father, who can take up the throne, is also a blessing from our Fang family. Otherwise, the big fight would have been gone more than fifty years ago!"

"Why should I mention the old things again? Who can tell whether the original story is true or false? Maybe it's just a rumor. Don't talk too much nonsense, look at the sword!"

Ye Wenxiu and others looked strange. Have you met a guy with the same name and surname?

Fang Chen smiled and there was a large group of people not far away, watching the battle between the two young people nearby.

"This is a big deal... more and more people are practicing swordsmanship."

A middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh.

Fang Chen glanced at him and smiled and said, "Brother, are there many people with great and capable swordsmanship?"

"Is the little brother a foreigner?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Wenxiu and the others first, then looked at Fang Chen, and smiled faintly:

"Nine out of ten of these young generations practice swordsmanship now do you know why?"

Before Fang Chen could answer the conversation, the middle-aged man looked at the two young men fighting and said:

"More than fifty years ago, Dagan once produced a sword cultivator. His sword could kill the Yuanying, which resolved a disaster for Dagan. Unfortunately, I was still young and didn't exist at that time. Otherwise, I could have seen the scene of the sword killing Chunqiu with my own eyes.

Since then, more and more young people practice swordsmanship among the young generation. They all hope that one day they will be attracted by a sword cultivator. If they don’t know how to use sword skills, they will be ridiculed.”

More than fifty years ago, the sword cultivator...

Ye Wenxiu and Liu Mu looked at each other, subconsciously looked at Fang Chen, and there was already some guess in their hearts.

While speaking, the two young men fighting had already decided to win and the young monk named Fang Chen won by a slight advantage.

His opponent's spiritual power was exhausted. He was staring at him with unwilling expression on his face, his lips trembling, obviously anxious.

Fang Chen nodded slightly. Fang Yun's son is not old, and his basic skills are not bad. His cultivation level is also at the seventh level of Qi Refining. It is estimated that among the younger generation in Fang's mansion, he can also rank first.

"How is it? My sword technique may convince you? I don't even look at my surname. I remember that my uncle slashed out with one sword and the world was moved by it. It was shocking the world and the ghosts were so heartbroken that you were fighting with me, and you were a little tender."

"He is him, you are you. Don't think that your sword skills are better than me, but you really win. Do you dare to fight me again? This time, I don't use a sword."

"Come again? Okay, I'll stay with you to the end."

The two sides continued to fight. The young monk who had just lost suddenly raised his hand, his spiritual power gathered, and a cylindrical black box on his wrist suddenly flashed in a cylindrical black box.

Accompanied by the flashing light, an arrow, wrapped in strong spiritual power, shot straight towards Fang Yun's son.

The power of this arrow, let alone the seventh level of Qi Refining, must be careful even in the early stage of foundation building. If it is shot, it will be ruined even if it is not dead.

Fang Yun's son was confused. With his cultivation level, he could not avoid it. He could only watch the arrows were about to penetrate his heart.

His opponent suddenly showed regret at this moment. If the other party died, he would have caused great trouble. If he hadn't felt that he had lost face today and was watched by so many people, he would not have had a fever in his head and used this killing weapon.

"You are so brave!"

A sharp shout sounded, and Fang Yun rushed towards this side at an extremely fast speed, but her speed was not as fast as the arrow, so she was not at all too late.

Seeing that his son was about to die, Fang Yun panicked: "Chen'er, please avoid it!"

"The prince is in big trouble..."

In the crowd, an old eunuch sighed softly.

The next second, his eyes suddenly became stunned, and Fang Yun subconsciously stopped her body. The people and monks watching the fun nearby looked strange.

At some point, a figure appeared in the field, easily pinching the arrow, which could pose a threat to the early stage of foundation building, gradually turned into powder in his hands and dissipated with the wind.

"Brother, thank you so much!"

Fang Yun's son hurriedly thanked him, and at the same time wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said angrily to his opponent:

"Bastard, I fight with you but you want to kill me! You are despicable and shameless!"

His opponent's expression changed when he was scolded. While he felt relieved, he felt that being insulted by the other party was too hurtful. He couldn't help but snorted coldly:

"There will be casualties in the fight, it's just that your skills are not as good as others. If you lose this battle, be kind to me when you see me in the future."

After saying that, he looked at Fang Chen with anger: "Who are you? I haven't seen this prince fighting a fair duel with others. How dare you intervene? I even ruined this prince's magic weapon!"

That arrow is not an ordinary magic weapon, it is a yellow-level mid-grade magic weapon, which is of great value. It is a self-defense treasure given to him by his father.

Now he was destroyed by the other party, and his heart was very painful.

At that time, the old eunuch and Fang Yun had already recognized Fang Chen's identity. The former was so scared that his legs trembled when he heard the words of Gan Shun.

The latter looked surprised and hurried to Fang Chen. Before she could speak, her son smiled:

"Mom, this brother has just rescued me. Let's invite him to the mansion for a meal."

The eyes trembled, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, while his eyes kept searching in the crowd. When he saw the old eunuch rushing towards him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"This guy is so lucky. I had known that I would have taken action just now. If I could get in touch with Fang's family, wouldn't I go sideways in the future?"

Several foundation-building cultivators nearby secretly regretted it.

Everyone knows that Dagan is the world conquered by the Gan family, but now, Fang’s position in Dagan is even slightly higher than that of the Gan family.

The two Golden Elixir ancestors are enough to make people feel awe-inspiring, not to mention that a sword cultivator was released at the beginning.

"Chen'er, don't talk nonsense, you don't remember? This is your uncle Fang Chen."

Fang Yun glared at her stupid son with anger, then looked at Fang Chen and said respectfully: "Brother Fang Chen, I haven't seen him for many years."

"It turns out to be the master's son and nephew..."

Ye Wenxiu and others suddenly realized.

The nearby visitors were stunned.

Uncle Fang Chen?

Could it be the one that was...

It seemed that they had thought of something, and everyone's eyes gradually changed. When they looked at Fang Chen again, their eyes were already filled with a little awe and curiosity.

"Fang Chen...uncle?"

Fang Yun's son looked at Fang Chen blankly and finally recalled his past memories. He had met this person many years ago.

It really looks like this, even a little better than before!

A faint smile appeared on Fang Chen's face: "Fang Chen..."

He couldn't continue to say anything.

Fang Yun's son quickly bowed and said, "Hold the sword to meet my uncle!"

"Brother Fang Chen, holding the sword is his word, so you can call him."

Fang Yun said with a wry smile.

"Hold the sword..."

Fang Chen nodded gently: "Don't fight randomly with others in the future. If you really want to fight, you must be fully prepared and prepare more trump cards to ensure that you can have 99% chance to kill the opponent before you can play.

Today is your luck, otherwise you will be dead.”
Chapter completed!