Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

"You little brat, you sneaked out again without telling your uncle!"

Chi Zhengcai disappeared from Wen Yanzhao's sight when the sound of warming a pot of wine drifted over from afar.

Wen Yanzhao turned his head and saw Wen Hujiu leaning against the window of the inn room with a tired look on his face, yawning.

"What are you looking at? I could sense it the moment you used the poisonous roar! Why are these annoying guys so persistent... Hey! What a strong smell of blood!"

The voice of the warm pot of wine drifted down the street along with the people.

"Don't go this way, uncle, or your shoes will be damaged!"

Wen Yanzhao leaped over the corpses and flashed to the side of Wenhujiu.

Unexpectedly, Chengying had no sheath, and Wen Yanzhao, who was holding the hilt of the sword, failed to control the distance and got too close.

While warming the pot of wine, a "swish" sound was heard, and the hem of the long gown was cut off by the edge of Chengying's sword, revealing the trouser legs underneath!

"Hey? You little bastard, what are you doing?!"

When Wenhujiu saw his clothes being cut, he cursed.

The sudden sword strike frightened him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. He felt a cool breeze under his crotch and his feet dodged two or three feet without any wind.

Fortunately, the sword blade was two centimeters shorter, otherwise the Wen family’s ancestral hall would have been demolished!

"Ah... I'm sorry, uncle. I hope I didn't hurt you!" Wen Yanzhao's handsome face turned red, and he quickly picked up the scabbard and put the sword back into the sheath.

"What the hell is going on! You little bastard, pay for my clothes!"

Wen Hujiu tenderly lifted up the remaining hem and kicked Wen Yanzhao on the butt.

"Hehe, nephew didn't mean it. It's your fault for standing too close!" Wen Yanzhao scratched his head.

With Wen Hujiu's cultivation level, he had already known that the hem that had just been cut off was not the sword energy emitted by Wen Yanzhao, but his long sword with an invisible blade.

"Where did you steal this good thing from? Show it to your uncle!"

Wenhujiu's eyes turned, he glanced at Chengying Sword and asked.

Hearing Wenhujiu asking about the origin of the sword, he naturally could not reveal anything about the system.

As a result, Wen Yanzhao's brain worked quickly, and his sight happened to fall on the killers who had just died, and an idea came to his mind:

"There was a swordsman among the assassins sent by the Yan family. His sword was very special, so I took it back!"

Wen Hujiu had no doubts when he heard this. He reached out to take Chengying and looked at it carefully in the moonlight.

"Qiang!"

With a flick of his wrist, Wen Hujiu slid his sword out of its sheath. The transparent sword body, faintly visible under the hazy moonlight, exuded an infinite chill.

"I have been in the martial arts world for at least twenty years, and I have never seen such a strange sword! Let me try it!"

As the word "try" came out of his mouth, the aura of the warm pot of wine suddenly changed, and his eyes, which were originally a little drunk, instantly became clear and cold.

There happened to be a Chinese parasol tree about ten meters in front of him that was so big that two people could hug it. He warmed the pot of wine, gathered the true energy in his hand, and swung the sword to cut...

"Click!"

As the sword energy passed, the sound of tree trunks breaking was heard immediately!

Wen Yanzhao leaped up and arrived in an instant. When he got closer, he saw a huge gap in the tree trunk caused by Wen Hujiu's sword.

"Uncle, you've got into trouble! You chopped a two-foot deep hole in the tree with your sword. It looks like it's dead!"

Wen Yanzhao touched the gap in the trunk of the sycamore tree and shouted to Wen Hujiu.

"Ah? Go away! Don't let anyone see us. Such unethical behavior is not what the Wen family does!"

Hearing the sound, Wenhujiu sheathed his sword, jumped up, and ran towards the window of the inn room.

Hearing his uncle's words, Wen Yanzhao stared at the seven or eight broken bodies in the middle of the street in a trance...

Thinking about what his uncle had just said about "lack of public morality", his eyes rolled, and the true energy in his hand surged, and the bone-dissolving powder was thrown out, evenly covering each corpse.

"Not littering is a traditional virtue of our Wen family!"

Wen Yanzhao muttered to himself, then flew back to the inn.

"boom!"

Wen Hujiu's door was opened by Wen Yanzhao's palm, and Wen Hujiu was so scared that he quickly hid the Chengying sword under the quilt.

"Why are you coming to my room instead of going to bed?"

Wenhu wine obviously felt a little guilty.

"Where's my sword?"

Wen Yanzhao's eyes were sharp.

"What sword? Is this Baihong Sword yours?"

Wen Hujiu took out a silver-white sword with a long and narrow blade from under the table in the guest room and placed it in front of Wen Yanzhao.

Wen Yanzhao: "No! Give me my sword!"

"Then is this Jade Water Sword yours?"

Wen Hujiu put away the Baihong Sword, and then, like a magic trick, he took out a dagger that was completely green and extremely delicate from the door lintel and placed it in front of Wen Yanzhao.

Wen Yanzhao's expression became even uglier: "No! Give me my sword!"

"If you don't want these two swords that are the best in the world and of the highest quality, then I don't have them anymore!"

He warmed the pot of wine, sat down on the bed and spread his hands!

"Uncle, you are disrespectful to your elders! You even took my nephew's things. Return my Immortal Palace-grade Chengying Sword to me now!"

Wen Yanzhao's face turned red with anger.

"Stingy guy, why are you in such a hurry again? I'll give it to you well. I'll play with it for a few days and then return it to you..."

Wen Hujiu reluctantly pulled Chengying out from under the quilt and threw it to Wen Yanzhao.

"When we go to grab the bride tomorrow, keep an eye on your nephew! The forces from the outer world will definitely be watching, and I will have a tough battle to fight! Maybe I can take this opportunity to break through to the Ninth Heaven Realm!"

Wen Yanzhao took the photo, straightened his facial features, and said seriously.

"As long as there is no master in the Mysterious Realm who takes action, who do you and I have to fear? Besides, what about your buns and poison? If you take them out, won't gods and ghosts retreat?"

He warmed the pot of wine with a nonchalant look.

"Since my uncle said so, I can rest assured and don't worry about me anymore!"

Wen Yanzhao pursed his lips, said good night and went back to his room.

"System, exchange the 'Search and Retrieve' technique for me!"

Wen Yanzhao placed Chengying on the table and opened the system panel.

[Exchange requires: 2000 reputation, do you want to exchange? ]

"How much fame do I have now?"

[Host, you just went out and killed eight King Kong mortal killers, and you got a total of 1600 reputations. You scared one of them and got 50 reputations! The current remaining reputation is 2200 reputations! ]

Wen Yanzhao held his chin with one hand and thought for a moment: "Exchange it, money is a bastard, earn it again if it's gone!"

[Congratulations, host, you have exchanged for the skill of searching and taking things from the bag]

As the system's voice about the successful exchange rang out in his mind, just like the previous Zongheng sword technique, a slightly yellowed thread-bound ancient book appeared out of thin air in front of Wen Yanzhao.

The ancient book floating in the air seemed to have its pages blown by the wind, and then it flipped rapidly, and after a few blinks of an eye, it was flipped from beginning to end.

Wen Yanzhao only felt that all the information in the ancient books had flowed into his mind!

He closed his eyes slightly, and according to the method of using internal energy described in the ancient book, he gathered his true energy and reached out -

A small world appeared in the void, which was exactly the one cubic meter space described by the technique of taking objects from the bag.

Wen Yanzhao made a move with his right hand, and the Chengying Sword on the table flew into his hand. Then with a thought, the Chengying Sword disappeared from his sight and fell into the space where he could take things from a bag.

What surprised him was that this space would automatically adapt to the volume of the items placed there. No matter the size or shape, as long as the total volume did not exceed one cubic meter, he could use his internal force to open it and place it there.

"It's a great skill that's essential for traveling, killing, and robbing people! It also helps prevent thieves from thinking about it..."

Wen Yanzhao couldn't help but sigh!

"Ah!"

The warm pot of wine that had just fallen asleep suddenly sneezed, he rubbed his nose and muttered: "Who scolded me?"

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