I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

The breeze blew across the hills, causing everyone's sleeves to flutter, and everyone's eyes were on Yan Xiu and Yuan Tingjiang.

"I hope you can make me have more fun."

Yuan Tingjiang's eyes were full of excitement and he smiled grimly, with increasingly rich blood-colored true energy lingering around him.

Suddenly, Yuan Tingjiang moved.

The whole person turned into a shadow and ran towards Yan Xiu.

"Come die!"

He shouted loudly and mobilized his true energy. A blood-red tiger emerged from his body and pounced towards Yan Xiu.

Shu Jianqing and his companions turned pale when they saw this, as if they had fallen into an icy cave.

Is this the power of a top three rank cultivator?

Shi Wujie, who had the highest level of cultivation, laughed miserably with despair in his heart. It was not until this moment that he realized that there was still a huge gap between him and the state of transformation. If Yuan Tingjiang wanted to kill him, he could do it with just one move.

The blood-red tiger roared, and flew towards Yan Xiu at an extremely fast speed, striking him on the head with its claws.

Wow!

The green tiles on the roof shattered and fell off under the impact of this violent true qi, scattering all around.

Yan Xiu still stood there, watching everything calmly.

"It's over!"

Everyone thought that he must have been frightened by the scene before him, unable to move, and they couldn't bear to watch any longer.

When the two were three meters apart, Yan Xiu moved.

He rushed forward at a speed several times faster than Yuan Tingjiang, and the eaves where he had landed was suddenly blown to pieces.

To others, it seemed that Yuan Tingjiang and Yan Xiu both disappeared in an instant, so it was impossible to tell who was faster and who was slower.

But Yuan Tingjiang's pupils suddenly shrank.

"So fast!"

With just ten slender fingers, the ferocious blood-red tiger was smashed into pieces with one slap. Then another slap landed on Yuan Tingjiang's cheek, making him dizzy.

"How can it be!"

The Blood Demonic Heart Technique that Yuan Tingjiang was so proud of and had been used in the martial arts world for decades was actually vulnerable in front of this young man.

Suddenly, he was filled with anger and once again mobilized the internal energy in his body to try to reverse the disadvantage.

"Dissatisfied?"

Yan Xiu raised his eyebrows and kicked Yuan Tingjiang right in the chest, dispersing the true energy that Yuan Tingjiang had worked so hard to gather.

A sharp pain accompanied by a crisp sound of broken bones came, and Yuan Tingjiang felt that all the strength in his body had been drained away. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky, crashing into the mountain.

When the dust settled, Yuan Tingjiang was already embedded in it, unable to move, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. He looked at Yan Xiu with disbelief in his eyes, and there was a conspicuous footprint deeply sunken on his chest.

He struggled to get up, but his bones were broken and he had no strength at all.

"What kind of skill is this?"

Yuan Tingjiang stared at the figure intently.

"Internal boxing!"

Yan Xiuren had already left, but his calm voice still echoed in the air.

Yuan Tingjiang's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world. His head tilted and he died.

Even Shu Jianqing and others looked as if they had seen a ghost.

It's not because of anything else, because this so-called internal martial arts is a set of boxing techniques that anyone in the world can learn to strengthen their body. It is also the boxing technique practiced by the disciples in the miscellaneous room of Fuzhen Temple. It can be said to be a very common martial art.

Are you kidding me?

Yuan Tingjiang, the Blood Demon Hand who had been roaming the martial arts world for decades and was helpless against by hundreds of people, was killed by him just by relying on his internal martial arts?

No one would believe it.

But the facts were right before their eyes, and they couldn't help but believe it.

We can only assume that Yan Xiu was hiding his incompetence and was unwilling to reveal it.

Less than half an hour later.

A group of more than ten people hurried over. They were the reinforcements sent by Shu Jianqing to ask for help.

"Senior Sister! I'm back with my people!"

The disciples who went to ask for help saw Shu Jianqing and others gathered in front of the Taoist temple and shouted anxiously.

After Shu Jianqing saw who was coming, he endured the pain and saluted.

"I've met all the seniors."

The people who came were also well-known warriors in Daming Prefecture. When they heard that someone had trespassed into Fuzhen Temple, they hurried to rescue.

One of them looked around and asked, "Did the thief hear that we were coming and run away?"

Shu Jianqing shook his head and recounted what had just happened.

However, Yan Xiu requested that the matter not be put on him, and only said that there was a peerless master living in seclusion here, who saw Yuan Tingjiang killing people and came to the rescue.

Everyone gasped after hearing this.

They were naturally aware of the vicious notoriety of Blood Demon Hand Yuan Tingjiang. Some of them, as eyewitnesses of the incident, knew what it meant, but more were curious about who could have killed him with just two moves.

"It would be great if we could have the honor to meet that senior."

Shu Jianqing's mind was full of thoughts.

A talented warrior who has reached the third level of cultivation at the age of fifteen would be so shocking in the martial arts world. Even Xiao Xunyi back then was no more than that.

...

After returning to his room, Yan Xiu poured himself a glass of water, drank it all and let out a long sigh.

He felt nervous and excited, with a hint of worry.

Perhaps he still had a lot of strength left, so he failed to kill Yuan Tingjiang with one blow.

For him, not being able to kill instantly is equivalent to failure!

"No, this can't happen again next time. Even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. No matter what kind of opponent I am, I must go all out."

More than twenty disciples of Fuzhen Temple died in this disaster, and many were injured. Yan Xiu immediately refined a furnace of healing pills and sent his disciples to distribute them.

That night, the lights in Fuzhen Temple were on, and painful groans could be heard throughout the room.

Yan Xiu sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff.

Suddenly a line of words appeared in front of him.

[In the 15th year of Jianwu, your identity was known to the crown prince, who sent the Blood Demon Hand Yuan Tingjiang to attack you. You killed him and successfully survived the disaster. You were rewarded: magic weapon, Ziyuan Sword]

"nice one!"

The corners of Yan Xiu's mouth curled up.

With a flip of his right hand, a long sword appeared in his palm.

It is two feet nine in length and one inch three in width. The sword body reflects a sparkling purple light, while the scabbard is completely dark black. It feels cold to the touch and heavy in the hand. Yan Xiu likes it very much.

"This is worthy of my status as an immortal cultivator."

His spiritual power was now enough to support flying with a sword. Yan Xiu stepped on Zi Yuan and flew up and down in the clouds, enjoying himself thoroughly.

After playing with the Ziyuan Sword for a while, he put it into his sleeve and began to think about the information the reward brought.

The prince has learned his true identity, which is bad news for Yan Xiu, but what is strange is why the prince has not ordered people to encircle and suppress him?

Perhaps it was because the emperor was still alive and he had not yet gained control of the military power, so it was difficult for him to take action. Or it could be that the Guizhou riots and the war in the northern border prevented him from getting away.

No matter which one it is, Yan Xiu's situation is not optimistic.

The remnants of the Dajin in Guizhou will not be able to jump around for long, and the same is true for the northern border. I am afraid it will take two or three years at most to pacify them, and by then it will be easy for them to come back and deal with themselves.

Although he has reached the third level of cultivation, he is not sure whether there are other cultivators like him in this world, or whether there are people who can rival him, so he must not take it lightly no matter what.

As for not revealing the fact that he had killed Yuan Tingjiang, it was to paralyze the enemy, and more importantly, to be able to fleece the sheep more often.

a few days later.

Some disciples were repairing the damaged houses, while others were grinding herbs. The Taoist temple was filled with a sad atmosphere.

This disaster made them realize how weak they were. If Yan Xiu had not intervened yesterday, everyone in the temple would have been beheaded.

As a result, Yan Xiu's reputation in the temple has skyrocketed, and some people even regard him as the eldest senior brother.

No one objected to this, even Shi Wujie came to him privately and wanted to ask him to be the eldest senior brother, and he was willing to give up the position.

Yan Xiu neither agreed nor refused, but said that he would make a decision after Taoist Mingxu came back.