Peerless God of Cultivation

Chapter 52: Nine Shamen [II]

“Star Picking Sword Sect!”

“That’s right, it’s the Star Picking Sword Sect, they talked about it in their conversation!”

“No wonder... No wonder Jiushamen suddenly turned his face, hum!”

Eyes flickered with sternness, endless murderous intent gushed out from every pore, and the gentle arc on his face suddenly turned hideous.

Frightened by Chen Han’s changes, his face turned pale, Xiaojie stepped back several steps. This uncle, who was only two years older than him, gave him a kind of awe from the bottom of his heart.

Familiar faces appeared in my mind, and scenes from the past reverberated in my memory.

Although it was only Xiaojie’s words, he already knew the real inside story. There was only one reason why Qin Yang and others were forcibly taken away-his identity was discovered by his teacher!

.....

As a superpower under the Eight Great Sects and the Four Great Families, the Xingxing Sword Sect’s heritage is far from comparable to the Nine Demon Sect. Don’t look at the gap between the second-tier forces and the third-tier forces, in fact, the difference between the two is 108,000 miles. .

In order to become a second-tier force, the most basic prerequisite is that there must be peerless masters, and just by virtue of this, you can see how far away they are from each other.

From the time he met Qin Yang in the Qingmeng Mountain Forest, he showed extraordinary abilities, and his weight in the eyes of his opponents increased again and again.

First, Su Yunfeng was crippled with one punch, and even the dark dragon was disturbed.

Immediately afterwards, the three masters sent by Jiushamen were captured, Qin Yang and others killed two first-rank peak powerhouses in Xiangmanlou, and in the final battle at Qingshuiwan villa, dozens of masters of Jiushamen were slaughtered.

These, the time before and after adding up is just over a month!

Why did the underworld forces in the mere Tianhua City continuously defeat the powerful Jiushamen?

How dare a small organization in a prefecture-level city provoke the prestige of a formal martial arts sect?

When the Star Picking Sword Sect thought that Chen Han was dead, they would naturally not pay attention to this person. Even if he reappeared in the world, no one would know about it for ten or eight years. However, his behavior made Jing Yunhui step into the limelight, and it was difficult not to attract attention. After all, the Star Picking Sword Sect was only a thousand miles away from Tianhua City, and unintentional attention would expose his identity.

More than a month ago, he was seriously injured and fell into Jianyuan. It is theoretically impossible for such a person to live. However, he not only survived, but also fully recovered from his injuries. His cultivation base is even better than that in his heyday.

What the hell happened to him?

As a result, the Star Picking Sword Sect took Qin Yang and others away. On the one hand, they could hear the truth from their mouths, and on the other hand, these people would also become bargaining chips.

Of course, this kind of bargaining was not used to coerce Chen Han. After all, the time they had known each other was very short, at least in the eyes of the Star Picker Sword Sect, such a short period of time was far from enough to establish a deep relationship.

The so-called bargaining chip is that after Yin Chenhan appears, to test whether there is an irresistible force behind him, otherwise, how can he recover from his injury in such a short period of time and enhance his cultivation to that extent?

If there are indeed irresistible people or forces, they will take the opportunity to treat Qin Yang and others well, and use them to negotiate and resolve grievances.

On the other hand, if this kind of speculation does not exist, then with the hatred of both sides, before he has fully grown up, he will use all means to be strangled in the cradle, otherwise it will become a nightmare for the Star Picking Sword Sect!

These are Chen Han’s speculations, and there may be some discrepancies with the facts, but in general there should be no problem.

“Xiaojie, find a safe place to hide for a while.”

Gently patted Xiaojie on the shoulder, Chen Han turned his eyes to the direction of the Star Picker Sword Sect, and muttered to himself, “Since you all took the initiative to find me, the previous grievances will be understood at once, and they will be settled well.”

Seeing that he looked a little dazed, Xiaojie said in a low voice, “Uncle Chen, I beg you to rescue Mom and Dad, as well as Uncle Qin and the others...”

After several battles, the purple jade bracelet on his left wrist was still intact, and he habitually stroked the smooth and soft jade for a while.

In the eyes of this child who is two years younger than him, seeing the begging and anxiety, the corners of Chen Han’s mouth raised slightly: “Xiaojie, you are much luckier than me, at least there are people who make you worry so much, and I...”

Parents?

Relatives?

These words are too far away from him, like a mirage out of reach. When the only relationship in this life is maintained, the Sword Sect who raised him from a young age has also turned his face into an enemy. Is there anyone worth caring about in the world?

Suddenly, a face with an ice-cold breath and a beauty like a fairy appeared in my mind inexplicably.

The lingering sadness of that night, the charming style of that night, seems to be engraved in the depths of the soul, lingering. When he asked himself again if he was concerned, it seemed as if his heart was affected by something, but he didn’t have enough confidence to deny it, because there were too many things worth recalling that night.

Cheeky asked Xiaojie for 1,000 yuan, and Chen Han, who rented a taxi, appeared at the foot of Qixingling the next morning.

Here, it was the place where he lived for twelve years, where the martial arts sect who raised him and chased and killed him all the way to Jianyuan was located, the star-picking sword sect who had kindness and hatred to him.

He casually stuffed a small stack of banknotes in his pocket into the taxi driver. He looked up at the towering mountains, and the emotion of returning to his hometown made him unable to resist shouting: “I’m back, Chen Han, Repaying kindness, complaining, clearing up the past!”