An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

Zhang Jiao doesn’t usually care much about beauty. In comparison, he values money and cultivation more.

He believed that as long as he had the last two things, he would be able to find any kind of woman.

But ever since he witnessed Black Feather Arrow's graceful skills last time, Zhang Jiao has been obsessed with it. Because he can't see Black Feather Arrow's appearance, this makes him imagine a lot and feel anxious day and night.

After waiting for so many days, when he heard that the woman appeared again, he immediately volunteered to lead people to surround her.

What the gang leader wanted was the strange cloth bag, while Zhang Jiao wanted to "win the beauty".

"You want her?"

Xu Fu was stunned at first, then he saw that the black feather arrow's hand had already touched the spiritual bow.

Xu Fu quickly took a step forward and blocked the black feather arrow.

He knew that Black Feather Arrow was still seriously injured and if he forcibly mobilized his spiritual power, his injury would definitely be aggravated.

Being struck by lightning is no joke!

"I think it's better for you to ask for money. Just tell me the amount..."

Xu Fu still wanted to fight for it again.

"I said it! I want her!"

Zhang Jiao's tone suddenly hardened.

Xu Fu frowned slightly, and saw two figures descending from the sky with long swords under their feet, landing lightly behind Zhang Jiao.

Many people present had never seen the methods of sword cultivators, and when these two showed off their skills, they caused exclamations of surprise.

"Sword cultivator?"

Xu Fu looked at the two men with arrogant and indifferent expressions and knew that this was what Zhang Jiao relied on.

One of these two sword cultivators was about the same age as Xu Fu, while the other looked a few years older. Neither of them had reached the top level of cultivation.

There are only two places in the world that can allow a mid-level cultivator to control a flying sword.

Tianjianmen!

Donglai Lingyuan!

However, both of them were dressed in luxurious clothes, and Xu Fu could not tell who their teachers were.

"Hahaha……"

Ye Kui, who was a few steps away, suddenly burst into laughter.

"It seems that this money is not very useful!"

Ye Kui's words seemed to be mocking Xu Fu's previous concession.

"What the hell are you laughing at, you hairy freak!"

The small thug who had originally tried to stop Ye Kui felt even more confident when he saw that the expert invited by the gang leader had arrived. When he heard Ye Kui's laughter, he kicked him directly, hitting him in the thigh.

However, this kick didn't even make Ye Kui sway, instead Ye Kui grabbed his calf.

"Hairy monster! Let go! Be careful or I'll kill you!"

The thug was still shouting arrogantly.

Ye Kui looked at Xu Fu expressionlessly.

Xu Fu pursed his lips and nodded helplessly.

He has done his best to treat these people.

"Snapped!"

A slight crisp sound.

In full view of everyone, one of his legs was broken by the "hairy savage".

"what……"

A scream silenced the entire street.

Everyone looked at the screaming person and the leg that had been twisted into a strange shape.

"Kill him!"

At Zhang Jiao's command, everyone rushed forward and surrounded Ye Kui in three layers.

The whole street suddenly became lively.

Shouts and screams came one after another.

After a few breaths, the shouting and screaming gradually weakened, but the screams were incessant. The ground was filled with people from the Fengcheng Gang, some injured and some dead. The lightest injury among them was a broken bone.

Seeing how ruthless Ye Kui was, the remaining dozen or so people swiftly retreated to Zhang Jiao's side and behaved much more honestly.

The Fengcheng Gang has been the dominant force in Fengcheng for more than ten years. They have long been accustomed to bullying others and taking advantage of the situation. If Zhang Jiao and the masters hired by the gang leader were not here, they would have run away two miles long ago.

After seeing Ye Kui take action, Xu Fu finally felt relieved.

The leader of the Black Evil Sect seemed ruthless, but there were traces to follow, just as agreed before.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!

Anyone who dares to attack him will have his hand cut off!

Anyone who dares to kick him will have his legs broken!

Anyone who wants to kill him with a weapon will die!

"I haven't had enough fun yet! Why did you run away?" Ye Kui shouted unhappily after knocking down the last one.

"Please help me, sir!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Jiao quickly called out the two "Sword Immortals" behind him.

One of the younger sword cultivators looked at Ye Kui's "disorganized" punches and kicks, snorted with disdain, raised his hand and waved it, and the long sword on his back was unsheathed by itself.

Elegant and graceful.

Chen Yu was unwilling to take action against such a reckless man. Even though the other party looked extremely powerful, he was just a mortal without any cultivation.

Killing such a person would only be an insult to the Broken River Sword on his back.

but……

A favor must be repaid.

Chen Yu swung his sword without hesitation.

The long sword flashed with light, and it flew straight towards Ye Kui like an arrow.

Ye Kui did not dodge or evade, but just raised his hand casually.

The sword tip flew to a foot in front of Ye Kui and could not move forward even half an inch.

The flying sword that looked majestic was actually casually held by Ye Kui with two fingers.

The onlookers were shocked and dumbfounded.

The most surprised person was the owner of the sword.

Chen Yu felt his energy stagnate and his face flushed red, but no matter how he pushed, the sword could not break free from the fingers of the "hairy weirdo".

"With your limited skills, you still dare to play with swords?"

Ye Kui looked at the long sword between his fingers and shook his head. After sighing, he turned his fingers slightly.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

That gleaming longsword...

broken!

The spiritual light on the long sword quickly dissipated, and with a "clang", the broken sword fell to the ground.

Ye Kui held the inch-long sword tip in his hand. He looked around and then, in full view of everyone, threw the sword tip into his mouth.

"Crack, bang, bang..."

The entire street suddenly became eerily quiet. Even the severely injured Fengcheng gang members who were screaming and groaning seemed to have forgotten the pain and dared not make a sound. As a result, the crisp chewing sound became particularly noticeable.

"belch……"

Ye Kui swallowed the sword and burped loudly. The tip of the sword, which was only an inch long, felt like it was filled with delicacies from land and sea.

"not bad."

Ye Kui looked at Chen Yu and praised him.

This sentence is certainly not a compliment to Chen Yu's cultivation.

Chen Yu recalled the broken sword on the ground, feeling like crying but unable to shed tears.

This Broken River Sword is his teacher's famous weapon, a genuine top-grade divine weapon. If it were not for this experience down the mountain, it would definitely not be Chen Yu's turn to use this sword.

Unexpectedly, the Broken River Sword has now become a broken sword and has lost its tip.

All sword practitioners know that the tip of the sword is the essence of the entire sword. The more spiritual energy condensed at the tip of the sword, the sharper it becomes and the more indestructible it becomes.

But now...

Chen Yu was filled with grief and indignation. He roared and was about to go up and fight Ye Kui with the broken sword in hand.

"and many more!"

A big hand pressed on Chen Yu's shoulder, pulling the confused junior back to his senses.

"I am from Qingyang, Donglai Lingyuan. I wonder who you are?"