Chapter 11 Swordsman

It turned out that the last patriarch of the Yan family was Yan Hong, the eldest brother of several elders in the family today. Ten years ago, Yan Hong went to the imperial capital and soon suffered a coup in the imperial capital. According to the rules of the Yan family, the strongest person is the patriarch, and the strongest person in the Yan family is Yan Feng, the son of Yan Hong. Just as Yan Feng was planning to succeed the patriarch, the Yan family suddenly issued a letter from Yan Hong, which was named and asked his nephew Yan Yi to be the patriarch.

Although it is very similar to Yan Hong's handwriting, Yan Feng can see that someone forged his father's handwriting, but the Yan family unanimously believed that it was the handwriting of the patriarch Yan Hong, so Yan Feng had to take a step back and push Yan Yi as the patriarch.

Originally, the matter had come to an end. I didn't expect Yan Yi to be suddenly attacked. Although the messenger was not caught, the Yan family agreed that it was Yan Feng who held a grudge and wanted to regain the position of patriarch. Yan Feng was furious and had to leave the Yan family. He took his wife to stay in an inn outside Yenan City, but he was drugged by the evil man. He was stunned and stabbed to death, and then burned the body.

Fortunately, Yan Feng was born with a heart on the left side and did not die. He was only cut off his left arm, while his youngest daughter hid in the cabinet to escape because she did not drink tea. Only Yan Feng's wife was unfortunately killed.

Yan Song looked at the middle-aged man in white with a broken arm and the clip, with a little compassion on his face: "Are you, uncle?"

Yan Feng's eyes tightened, took a sip of hot tea, and said calmly, "The Yan family has a grudge against me, especially your father. Do you still call me uncle?"

"Yan Yi doesn't regard me as a son at all. Since I became an abandoned person four years ago... I am also a fallen person, but I didn't expect that my uncle's experience was more miserable than mine." Yan Song confided his sufferings to others for the first time. After saying what had been suppressed for a long time, he felt much more comfortable.

After listening to Yan Song's experience, Yan Feng sighed and poured a cup of tea for him.

Yan Song blew two breaths of hot tea, and then drank it all: "The Yan family speaks with their strength. I try my best to cultivate, but I hope that one day I can go back and get back what should belong to me. Uncle, what about you? What a grievance you have suffered!"

"My wife is gone, and I don't want my only daughter to have any more accidents. Life now... is good." Yan Feng looked up at the sky and stroked the clip next to him with concern. Seeing that Yan Song lowered his head and didn't say anything, he said, "Song'er, you can live here in the future. Our family will take care of each other. You saved Jiaer this time. I want to thank you very much!"

"Jia'er?" Yan Song looked at the clip.

Yan Feng looked at Yan Jia with concern and couldn't hide his debt to his daughter: "Her name is Yan Jia, two years older than you. Our father and daughter have been dodging around these years. It's not easy to find this secluded place. It's not easy to show their true faces so as not to cause trouble.

Yan Song nodded, then looked at the quiet bamboo forest around him, took a mouthful of tea, and said, "All I have is possessions on my body, and I won't go back. Uncle doesn't mind it. I will stay here in the future. This time I went to Ye Nancheng to buy a weapon, but I heard the clip say, oh no, it was Sister Jia who said that my uncle was actually a swordsmith, that, I..."

Hearing this, Yan Feng finally smiled calmly, as if he was looking forward to family reunion: "Big uncle, there are several weapons here. You can choose whatever you want! Haha..."

In the next few days, in order to avoid the wind outside, Yan Song had to stay in the bamboo house. On the seventh day, considering that there would be no danger, Yan Song and Yan Jia, dressed as a man, once again marched to the field of intermediate fierce beasts.

Yan Song chose a metal mysterious soldier from his uncle - Zhenwu yellow-level black iron sword. This sword is forged with black iron and is supported by a first-order advanced beast elixir. Although it is similar to the ordinary iron sword used before, it is more than ten times heavier than the former and weighs 70 or 80 catties.

At the beginning of the beast hunting, Yan Song felt that the black iron sword was too heavy and it was very awkward to use. Several times he was even attacked by fierce beasts, which scared Yan Jia. Several times dissuaded Yan Song from hunting beasts in other ways, but Yan Song refused.

Continuously, Yan Song slowly found that the black iron sword is very helpful for metal skills. In the thorn and chopping, the operation of Xuanqi is more and more stable, and there is an unstoppable force.

Under the smooth operation of Xuanqi, the black iron sword began to be easy to use, and Yan Song gradually changed from passive to active. With the cooperation of the broken finger, he can occupy the peak in five or six rounds, and then Yan Jia sneaks from afar, and the number of hunting beasts can be said to be increasing day by day.

Due to continuous training, Yan Song's broken Xuan finger has been practiced to Wu Xuan, fighting with opponents at the same level, and can easily defeat the opponent. At the same time, the black iron sword in his hand did not seem to be so heavy. The hand yin and foot yin in his body were also successfully opened when he constantly waved the black iron sword, breaking through the five-fold hardened body.

Seeing that Yan Song worked hard for a large number of beast elixir every time, Yan Feng's father and daughter only said that this former genius had a unique set of cultivation methods. Not only did they ask more, but they also often obtained more beast elixirs to Yan Song. Yan Song can't accept this, not only because his uncle casting Xuanbing also needs the blessing of beast elixir, which is also a kind of psychology. He can let others owe him, but he doesn't want to owe others.

Sitting in his bamboo house, Yan Song carefully counted a month's achievements, with 30 first-order intermediate beast elixir. He excitedly entered the virtual realm of Jade Bodhi and poured his brain into the Nihun tripod: "This time, I don't know what mysterious skills will appear, tut..."

The Nihon Tripod flashed, and a piece of information flowed into Yan Song's mind.

Heavenly Swordsman: divided into sword style and sword style. Sword-inducing, clamping the blade with two fingers in the right hand, and using force to break the sword and seize the sword. Xuanqi runs two meridians: hand Taiyin meridian and hand——

“......”

A few black lines appeared on his forehead, and Yan Song was completely speechless. The hard work in January only filled the Niehun Tripod. If it's really half good, Yan Song can practice the sword introduction style first, but who would think that the discipline only said half a word, and there was not a word more!!!

"You can't just guess another meridians! No, there is still a month left for the family to practice martial arts, and I have to hunt and kill fierce beasts again! Damn, this damn Nihun Ding is too fucking bullshit!!!"

The hunting in January is quite exhausting. Yan Song doesn't want to bother Yan Jia this time, and he is even more embarrassed to borrow beast elixir from his father and daughter. After simply cleaning up, he picked up the black iron sword and went out of the bamboo forest. This time, it's just a matter of "a few words". He fought hard to kill a few first-level fierce beasts, and he should be able to get the swordsman's.

Thinking like this, Yan Song accelerated his pace. He was already familiar with the terrain here. Soon, he came to the territory of the first-level fierce beast. With a broken finger and a black iron sword, Yan Song easily got a metal beast elixir after a burst of killing. A few hours later, he fell breathless next to a golden-squalled body, holding another metal beast elixir in his hand, and was drowsy.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came, and Yan Song cheered up and looked for the sound warily. Not far away, four or five familiar teenagers of the same age were walking this way with Xuanbing. It turned out to be the descendant of the Yan family, led by Yan Ke, including the girl Yan Yan and several other people who once made Yan Song "remember vividly".

The place where Yan Song is located is sparse and there is nowhere to hide. When he sees the other party, the other party has also noticed him.

"Who am I? It turns out to be a genius of the Yan family! Look at this shabby dress, why is it mixed like this? One of the teenagers named Yan Li said arrogantly with his elbows in his arms.

Yan Ke squinted and looked like an expression before he beat people: "I hurt my slave into a mute a month ago, and now I have run to the territory of the first-level fierce beast."

Yan Li was stunned when he heard the words, but he still had that kind of arrogant expression.

"Has he recovered?" The girl Yan Yan's face was like a peach blossom. Hearing the words, he took a look at Yan Song, and then asked calmly and unwarmly.

"What about his recovery? We walked freely in the territory of the first-order fierce beast. Are you still afraid of him?" One of the simple-looking fat man named Yan Dazhuang said.

Yan Ke stared, snorted coldly, and said to the fat man beside him, "Da Zhuang, go and try his skills!"

"Good!" Hearing this, Yan Dazhuang looked disdainful. He hung the broad knife in his hand around his waist and walked to Yan Song with his chest straight.

When Yan Liyan and Yanyan saw this, they looked at each other and smiled, and also came up to watch the play.

"Let you taste my five-fold harden!" Yan Dazhuang said, put on a posture and wanted to attack.

"Go away, I have no grudge against you." Six months ago, Yan's banquet hall was humiliated in public. Yan Dazhuang was not qualified to enter. Yan Song didn't want to pester him. Then he pointed to Yan Li beside Yan Ke, with a calm expression and hooked his finger: "You, come here."

Such a provocative action made Yan Li angry. A cold light flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to rush out, he was stopped by Yan Ke by raising his hand. He only heard Yan Ke sneer and said, "Stay calm, you will be missing in a moment."

At this time, Yan Dazhuang, who was ignored by Yan Song, suddenly became angry, blushed with anger, and cursed with wide eyes, "Waste, how dare you underestimate me? Look at the knife!" At the sound of the words, the broad knife cut horizontally and cut at Yan Song's waist in front of him.

The sun shines brightly, and an inch of cold light shines into Yan Song's eyes. Looking at the other party's horizontal knife, Yan Song was not in a hurry. With his feet, his whole body had withdrawn from a distance of one meter and stood steadily.

Yan Dazhuang didn't get a knife, and then waved another knife and split it diagonally. Yan Song grabbed a step. Before the other party cut it with a knife, he had quickly turned behind the other party, and then gently raised his foot and hooked it, which made Yan Dazhuang gnaw his mouth.

These light skills are all practiced by him with sweat and blood when hunting beasts. Although they are not called mysterious skills, the body skills he practiced in order to escape are no worse than mysterious skills.

He stood up flexibly. Yan Dazhuang spit out the grass in his mouth and looked at Yan Ke and several people. He felt that he had tripped and lost his face in front of them. So he angrily raised the broad knife in his hand, stared at Yan Song fiercely, and shouted, "Zhenwu Red Level Xuanji: Tiger Down the Mountain!"

"Break the mysterious finger!" Without giving the other party time at all, Yan Song's voice fell, and his right little finger flashed slightly. Before the other party could exert force, he had pointed to the other party's wrist. Yan Dazhuang wailed, and suddenly his face turned pale and fell to the ground. He rolled to the ground and kept shouting "My hand!" My hand!"

Seeing this situation, Yan Ke's eyes showed evil light, and Yan Yan frowned slightly, with a surprised and thoughtful expression.

Yan Li was stunned, and his arrogant expression was mixed with a little anger. He turned his head and said to Yan Ke, "Brother Ke, I think he only has five-fold strength, so I won't bother you. Let me see if I don't break his finger!"

With the permission of Yan Ke's eyes, Yan Li took two steps and lowered his head to Yan Dazhuang on the ground and sneered: "Remember, don't despise others. Even if it's waste, you have to be cruel!" With that, he suddenly stared at Yan Song, but he looked disdainful.

"You kicked me seven feet that day." Yan Song said blankly, but the more calm he was, the more bored the other party.

Yan Li poohed, raised a middle finger to Yan Song, and then put on a posture: "It seems that it was still too light that day. Look at Laozi's six-fold harden! Zhenwu orange-level mysterious skill: Thunderbolt palm!" After saying that, Yan Li took his breath and bowed out of his palm, facing Yan Song.

His eyes narrowed. Although Yan Song's face was calm, he had long wanted to break the other party's bones and tendons. He shouted loudly, "Break the mysterious finger!" His body shot forward like a leopard, and then pointed to the other party's palm.

Yan Li's palms were like thunder, Yan Song's fingers were like steel needles, and his palms were facing each other. There was a loud bang, and the mysterious spirit overflowed. The two took two steps back, both of them were full of cold sweat and pale faces.

"Uh..." Yan Yan was stunned, and her little mouth unconsciously became O-shaped.

Yan Li was stunned again, and then looked at Yan Song with a tearful smile on the corners of his mouth. He pondered for a moment, and his right hand turned to his waist. He only heard a swift, and a constantly shaking sword was held in his hand.

A murderous intention flashed in Yan Ke's eyes. At this time, when he saw that Yan Li was about to rise, his eyes said viciously, "I don't know how many fingers can you cut him with this green silk soft sword?"

Yan Li seemed to smile: "As long as Brother Ke speaks, even the root will be broken for him!"