716: C716 A Gift from the Old Beggar

C716 A Gift from the Old Beggar

But soon, Yang Xuan rejected the idea.

Because the Fanmo Clan claimed to be the descendant of the Pangu Divine Axe, while Pangu was a legendary figure from the ancient era, Xuantian Ce was the Spring and Autumn Warring States Period.

Therefore, these two shouldn't be related, and it wouldn't be easy to go to that uninhabited region again.

Then your climate would be far worse than imagined. The last time Yang Xuan successfully parachuted away his own technology, he still relied on 30% of his luck.

So he did not need to take this risk at all.

Yang Xuan gently rubbed the back of the Sky Policy Blade, then jumped up and waved his blade. Then he used an airtight blade technique.

If someone who did not know martial arts saw this saber technique, they would definitely think that it was incomparably exquisite.

However, if someone who knew some martial arts saw it, they would definitely laugh their heads off.

This was because Yang Xuan's saber technique, other than being slightly faster, was simply slashing randomly.

This was also something that could not be helped. It was not that Yang Xuan did not know saber techniques. Instead, after he practiced the saber technique to a certain level, he returned to his original state and turned into nothingness.

In his true peak state, the final battle wasn't a technique, but absolute strength and speed.

Strictly speaking, Yang Xuan had actually forgotten all those so-called moves a long time ago.

However, this Sky Policy Blade was extremely strange. Although it was incomparably sharp, every time it was used, it felt somewhat strange.

Xiao Ziyi had previously said that it was a true spirit grade weapon. When used, it must be accompanied by a secret manual. Otherwise, a spirit grade weapon would go against its owner. Not only was the power unleashed inferior to a normal weapon, it might even suffer a backlash.

"What the f * ck, what kind of sh * tty thing is this!"

Yang Xuan cursed at Tian Policy Blade.

Unexpectedly, the blade seemed to feel Yang Xuan's dissatisfaction. Suddenly, a buzzing sound was heard from the blade. Something like an electric current penetrated Yang Xuan's body in an instant.

"Damn, you really understand what I'm saying. I'm sorry, alright? Look at your petty behavior!"

Yang Xuan was shocked and then carefully put away the blade.

Before he broke the wordless book, he was afraid that he could not use the blade anymore. Otherwise, this thing might lose its temper and kill him. That would be too cowardly.

"Ai, looks like I can only let nature take its course!"

Yang Xuan let out a long sigh and looked up into the sky with a bitter smile. "Senior Sword Saint, I can only rely on you to perform better."

The following period of time was peaceful, and Yang Xuan's life was also leisurely and carefree. Husband and wife loved each other, and he occasionally went out to drink some wine. It was simply too blissful.

Until that night, at a large stall by the river, an old man in ragged clothes walked to a table and a few men. He said carefully with trembling hands, "Masters, please enjoy your food."

A few men at that table were drinking and gesticulating. One of them had a pure northern accent and said impatiently, "Smelly beggars, get away. Don't spoil the mood!"

The old beggar was perhaps really too hungry and begged, "I don't want money. I just want to eat. Masters, please!"

"Oh my god, f * ck you! Didn't you hear me tell you to get lost?!"

One of them was furious. He raised his hand and was about to hit him.

"Stop!"

A man with a crew cut raised his hand to stop the old beggar. Then, he took out a few large notes from his pocket and threw them into the old beggar's bowl.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, grandpa!"

The old beggar was so excited that his eyes turned red.

"Big brother, why did you give him money? This stinky thing will become obedient after two slaps."

The person beside him said unhappily.

The crew cut man said in a deep voice, "Have you forgotten our mission to Nanjiang? The leader had instructed us not to cause any trouble!"

The man beside him muttered discontentedly, "This mission is impossible to complete. It's just a formality. That old dog Han Chunlin really can hold on."

"I feel that he doesn't know who did this to Young Master at all. He's holding back his anger and wants to use our Black Horse Clan's hands to help him take revenge."

"Shut up!"

The man with the crew cut said in a deep voice, "Do you f * cking think you're the only one who understands?"

"Listen up. If you want to live, don't say these things in the future. Even if we go through the motions, we have to play enough tricks."

"Besides, we come here every day to eat and drink. We don't even need to fight and kill. Don't you like such a happy life?"

The man scratched his head and laughed. "You're right. Hehe."

These people were from the Northeast Bandits' Black Horse Clan.

A while ago, Han Chunlin had suddenly found them and told them that he knew who the murderer of Young Master was.

However, the prerequisite was that he had to avenge him before he could reveal the true identity of the murderer.

There were dozens of people on his revenge list. Besides the backbone of the Zeng and Xiong Family, there was also Yang Xuan.

To the leader of the Black Horse Family, Guo Feihu, it was not difficult to eliminate these people.

However, the current situation was different. He was leading the Black Horse Clan in an attempt to overthrow the Qing Ma Clan and become the leader of the highwaymen.

Thus, under such circumstances, there was no way he could spare any manpower to deal with this matter. Furthermore, he didn't want to cause any more trouble at this crucial moment.

However, Han Chunlin did not speak. Helpless, Guo Feihu could only pretend to send a group of people to Nanjiang to show Han Chunlin.

The crew cut man and the others had specially come to "avenge" Han Chunlin.

Of course, they knew the purpose of this trip. In fact, it was just a tour. Anyway, Han Chunlin couldn't see them. When the time came, they could just find an excuse to fool Han Chunlin.

"This grandpa!"

At this time, the old beggar just now walked back again.

This time, even the crew cut man was somewhat impatient. He frowned and said, "Insatiable greed. Didn't I already give you money? What else would you come here for?"

"Sir, you misunderstood. I'm not here to ask you for money."

As the old beggar spoke, he took out something wrapped in a rag from his pocket and said, "Although I'm a beggar, I know how to repay favors."

"I have nothing to repay your kindness to me. This is a small thing that I picked up on the riverbank. If you don't mind, please accept it."

When everyone heard this, they immediately burst into laughter.

"Oh my god, you're a beggar and you're giving me gifts? Hahahaha! Boss, he's laughing at you!"

The highwaymen burst into laughter.0

The man with the crew cut's face darkened as he said coldly, "Old man, are you courting death?!"

"No, no, no, please don't misunderstand!"

The old beggar hurriedly explained, "I also know that this thing isn't worth much, but I see that the pattern on it is somewhat similar to the tattoo on your arm."

The old beggar pointed at the three-eyed horse tattoo on the man's arm as he slowly unwrapped the rag in his hand layer by layer. He pointed at a wooden tablet inside and said, "Look, these two patterns are exactly the same!"

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