Looking at the enemy's head at close range, Yang Tian turned his body to the side, his shoulders trembling.

After a long time, he turned around, looked at Ye Chen with gratitude, and uttered two words: "Thank you, brother!"

No one contains too many emotions when he says this.

Before this, he had endured too much. His wife died tragically and his son was worried about his life at any time, but his enemy was free and happy. But he had to endure the humiliation and please his enemies.

It's different now. The enemy is given the title, the son is rescued, and the reunion of the old brothers has completely relaxed him.

Ye Chen glanced at the crowd below with an expressionless face. Everyone lowered their heads and dared not look at him. They did not dare to vent their breath, for fear that this evil star had not killed enough.

Frowning, Ye Chen took a deep breath, sinking his breath in his Dantian, and roaring hard.

A sound similar to a dragon roar erupted from his mouth, with a huge momentum.

However, it did not hurt the surrounding buildings at all. Instead, everyone present softened their bodies and fell down one by one.

Yang Tian's face changed: "Xiao Yezi, you..."

"Don't worry, I didn't kill them, I just cleared some of the memories in their minds. When they wake up, they won't remember what happened tonight." Ye Chen smiled.

What he just used was "The Legend of the Dragon and the Eight Sounds", a technique specifically targeting human souls.

Although Ye Chen’s cultivation level is not very high now, it is still okay to use it to understand the memory of mortals.

Yang Tian was relieved. Ye Chen walked to Ding Lei's body and took the large boxes of cash up, and took Yang Tian out of the boxing ring.

With a snap of fingers, it fell.

The lights in the boxing ring, including the camera, were all broken.

...

Yang Tian’s home.

Ye Chen put Ding Lei's head in front of Yang Tian's wife's spiritual throne, and after posing three incense sticks himself, he turned around and looked at Yang Tian behind him.

"Don't you want to ask why I have become so strong? Don't you want to ask why I don't blink when I kill someone?"

"In no mood!"

Yang Tian handed him a cigarette, took a deep breath after lit it, and a trace of trust appeared in his eyes: "You are my brother. No matter what you become, no matter what you have experienced, you will always be my brother!"

Ye Chen nodded and said intimately that Yang Tian had come back, and was silent for a few seconds and asked, "What are your plans next?"

"I didn't think about it. I might take Haohao back to the countryside to meet my parents. The two elders miss him very much." Yang Tian shook his head and looked up at the room where his son was sleeping, looking a little guilty.

My son has grown up so old and has never seen his grandparents yet, so how can he not be ashamed?

Ye Chen thought for a while and said, "Why come and help me? I now have a company that makes cosmetics, but I plan to transform into a pharmaceutical company. If you come, you will start with the deputy general manager!"

"You even opened a company?"

Yang Tian was shocked again, and then smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid I can't. If the company goes bankrupt for you, I..."

"I said you can do it. You can be the deputy general manager first, and I will let Gao Hong take you."

Ye Chen frowned: "That's it, I'll send you the company address back and send you the company address. When you're done, just report it."

"By the way, after worshiping my sister-in-law, remember to bury that thing so that I won't scare my godson!"

After saying this, Ye Chen left.

...

An unknown mountain in the northwest.

In a quieter place, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple. There are clusters of vines planted in the Taoist temple, and a rattan chair is placed under the vines.

A sloppy old Taoist priest walks on the rattan chair, like Ge You's paralyzed posture. After a closer look, you will find that the old Taoist priest's aura is extremely sluggish.

And there was an oil lamp under his feet, and the light was intricate and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

There was a young man in white standing in front of the old Taoist priest, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old. The young man was carrying a broken sword on his back and just stared at the old Taoist priest quietly.

"Ahem!!"

The old Taoist priest coughed twice, a trace of scarlet blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, but a smile on his face: "I said Jianbo, I'm almost dead, can't you call me Master?"

"Don't worry, I will avenge you." The young man in white cherishes his words and has no expression on his face.

In this world, it has no master or friends, it has only its master, it is both servant and friend, and it takes it with it when its master is still in the Qi Refining Period.

For three thousand years, one man and one sword broke through all worlds and finally won the immortal world. It was named Wushuang, also known as the Heavenly Emperor Sword!

The master knows the sword, understands it!

And it also understands the master!

However, the rebels were powerful, and the master took it out of the Heavenly Emperor's sword at a critical moment, and wanted to send it to the lower realm to reincarnate, but he did not want to die for him.

That day, it emitted a huge sword intent, screaming in tragedy, breaking its body just to protect its master's completeness!

That day, it fell into a coma. When it woke up, it found that it had come to this world. By chance, it had an extra body.

But the master is not here!

It's looking for the owner!

It must protect the dignity of swordsmanship!

If it were ordinary people, they would definitely be pissed to death by what they said, but the old Taoist priest burst into laughter, revealing relief, calmness and satisfaction in his laughter.

"good!"

"I don't have to erect a monument to me after I die!"

"But you have to keep me mourning for three months, and you are not allowed to come out of the mountain within three months!"

The boy in white said lightly: "Yes!"

A flash of flush appeared on the old Taoist priest's face, which was obviously a sign of a flash of rebirth. He used all his strength to raise his head and looked at the boy beside him, as if he was murmuring.

"Half a month ago, I picked you up at the foot of Mount Tai and found that you are born with a clear sword heart and are a good seedling who is born to practice swords, so I brought you back!"

"What a pity, it's a pity that you refuse to worship me as your master after all. I dislike the old man, my swordsmanship is not as good as your master."

"I know you have an extraordinary background, but don't be careless. This world is not as simple as you think!"

As the old Taoist finished speaking, he fell back onto the rattan chair, his arms drooped, his eyes slowly closed, and a trace of regret remained on the corner of his mouth.

The oil lamp suddenly went out.

The boy in white was silent for a moment, knelt heavily on the ground, and kowtowed three times very seriously.

"It is both a ceremony for apprenticeship and a ceremony for filial piety. After three months, I will avenge you!"

A tear fell from the corner of the boy's eyes and hit the ground, with an extremely clear sound.

The boy looked up at the moon sky, his eyes as if it were stars: "Master, where are you?"

...

At the foot of a hundred thousand mountains.

A middle-aged man with a rough appearance ran down the wheat waves, and even in the night, he was still walking on flat ground.

"Kill my junior brother, this hatred is irreconcilable!"

"Mr. Ye, I'm here!"

"I, Gu Fan, have been practicing hard for forty years, and it is time to be born. I hope you won't let me down!"
Chapter completed!