I'm in the world of comprehension swordsmanship three CP

Ye Chen was just thrown out by his brother, and he didn't even know where he was.

This time he is the real experience, relying on his own strength.

Ye Chen arrived at a small village, which was very peaceful and peaceful unlike other villages.

Suddenly, he thought of Guozi. He met her in that small and poor village, but what he brought to the village was not change but death. Later, it was because of his arrogance and carelessness that Guozi ended up like that.

Perhaps others thought that Guozi's death had nothing to do with him, but he clearly knew that he could have prevented all of this, because his arrogance made things worse, and he didn't even do this little thing well, what did he say? Protect everything he wants to protect.

Ye Chen smelled the scent of wood in the air.

This is the unique fragrance of the cultivation world.Extracted from the breath wood, the breath wood is not precious, but it is extremely difficult to serve, if the temperature is slightly lower or higher, the breath wood will not be secreted, and the production of the finished breath wood is even more cumbersome.

But the incense can calm the mind and is very popular among low-level monks, but those monks don't even have enough time to practice, so how can they make incense, so there will be places dedicated to making incense.

Apparently, this village specializes in the production and sale of breathwood incense in exchange for a small amount of cultivation resources.

All the villages are the same, they all hope to produce a genius who can step on the road of cultivation, and this road is destined to be full of corpses, blood and seas, and the bones are vast.

Ye Chen pretended to be a low-level cultivator and walked into the village, but he was wearing a gorgeous school uniform, full of jewels, obviously not a struggling low-level casual cultivator.

So when he saw him approaching, a boy who looked like eleven or twelve years old came out and stood in front of him, looking at him suspiciously, with vigilant eyes.

Ye Chen thinks this kid is interesting, he has a good aura, and it seems that he has a good talent for comprehension.He looked at the boy and said, "Child, what are you stopping me for?"

Only then did Yang Feng realize what he had done, and quickly put on a respectful and humble look, and said, "I don't know if the immortal came here for something important, but for the fragrance of wood?" He tried to keep calm, but his slightly trembling body exposed his of fear and anxiety.

Ye Chen scanned with his consciousness, and found that the boy with the highest cultivation in the whole village was actually this young man who had just practiced Qi. All eyes looked at Yang Feng expectantly, as if they were pinning the hopes of the whole family on him.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. An eleven or twelve-year-old boy should be living a lively and reckless life, but the children here matured early and struggled hard to survive.

He sighed and said, "Then let's take a look at your Ximuxiang."

With Ye Chen's status, there is no need to buy such a low-end incense.The Taihe incense that is lit at any time in his own village is a treasure that everyone fights for outside.

Ye Chen chatted for a few words and got to know Yang Feng's identity. Yang Feng is the son of the village head of Yangjia Village. When he was young, he found out that his spiritual root was good when he tested his talents. He was highly valued by the main city, and Yangjiacun had the business of Ximuxiang. In exchange, Yang Feng will have to work hard for the main city in the future.

Fair deal.

Ye Chen bought a lot of syringa, he didn't need to burn it for fun, and the Haoqi League is not without needs.

Yang Feng's immature face has a bit of baby fat. He is obviously a boy of eleven or twelve years old, but his palms are full of calluses, which is completely different from Ye Chen who practiced sword all day.Ye Chen will have the best medicine for injuries when practicing swords. How could there be calluses on these white and delicate hands.

"You are a disciple of Haoqi League." He raised his head and said.Perhaps knowing his identity, his identity couldn't help but grow bigger.

Ye Chen found it funny and asked, "How do you know?"

"Because only you Haoqi League disciples are so naive." Yes, naive.It's hard to imagine an eleven or twelve-year-old child using the word naive to describe those monks who are often a hundred years old.

In Yang Feng's eyes, it was innocence.In this comprehension world where the weak are forced to live only for themselves, those disciples of the Haoqi League who believe that their companions go through life and death for their companions and even help others are really naive.

But Yang Feng was very envious, he had seen the son of the city lord before, the fat boy with big ears was not considered a dude, his eyes were very innocent, and he never had to think about any calculations.Only those who are well protected are eligible to remain innocent.

"Your leader of the Haoqi League must be a very powerful person." Yang Feng has never read a book, and the formulas he practiced were all given to him by the guards of the city lord, and he didn't know a word of the others.He can only describe his thoughts as very powerful.

After hearing what he said, Ye Chen's brows softened, "He is indeed a very powerful person."

It's rare to see a person who doesn't feel bad for the Haoqi League. Ye Chen cherishes his talent and asks: "Would you like to join the Haoqi League and become a disciple of the Haoqi League?"

Ye Chen clearly saw his yearning and emotion, but he still shook his head and refused, the reasons for which Ye Chen could not object.

"No, I have been chosen by the city lord a long time ago. If I leave, the city lord will definitely anger others. I don't want the village to return to the old days when I couldn't even eat enough. I can't repay my kindness. The disciples are very good and willing to accept the clansmen, but they may not want to leave, I want to stay here to protect them and protect the whole village." The little boy shouldered his responsibilities early on, even if he was tempted, he couldn't be selfish choose to leave.

It may sound ridiculous to be starved to death in the cultivation world, but this is the norm.

Yechen understands this cruelty better, because he is an abandoned orphan, and he has seen children like him without parents.

The girl was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, her eyes were gray and dull, she stretched out her skinny hand like a chicken claw towards the sky, as if she wanted to grab something, but she couldn't grab anything, her hand was weak When Yechen found food and returned to the original place, her flesh and blood had already been eaten away by birds and beasts.

Ye Chen knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he secretly gave him some cultivation resources, worried that others would find out that he would get angry, so he made some disguise restrictions.

Before leaving, he said to the young man, "I am Ye Chen from Hidden Sword Villa. One day you will hear this name spread throughout the cultivation world."

Looking at the confident smile on Ye Chen's face, Yang Feng smiled as if infected, "My name is Yang Feng, and I will be famous one day."

Knowing that he has been tied to the big ship of the City Lord's Mansion in this life, he still wants to go out and have a look, to have a look at this vast and vast cultivation world.

Every teenager has dreamed of becoming famous and famous.

Some people daydream, others dream come true.

Opportunities in the realm of comprehension are always associated with secret realms, but not every secret realm is as close as the deep valley secret realm.

Ye Chen stood not far from the secret realm that was about to be opened, watching those self-proclaimed sect disciples violently drive away the casual cultivators, and seize the passing jade cards in their hands. If they are not caught, they will use this reason to beat them up. They will even be beheaded by their unceremonious sword.

They don't look like immortal monks, but rather a group of murderous thugs.

These days, Ye Chen has seen such scenes a lot.

"Your Qing Lingzong is too domineering, why don't you let us in!" Naturally, many people were dissatisfied, but some people held it in their hearts and felt resentful, while others directly said it out.

"Why?" Qian Yu, the leading disciple of the Qing Lingzong, is a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage, with an arrogant face, and his eyes swept across the crowd with disdain. You bunch of vile rats dare to yell at me, what are you! Let me tell you, I am better than you, and the rules here are up to me."

Qian Yu kicked over and kicked the speaking casual cultivator ten meters away. His body hit the huge boulder heavily, and his life and death were unknown.

The casual cultivators at the scene didn't speak for him. The reason why casual cultivators are casual cultivators is not only because they don't have sects, but also because they are a mess of loose sand, which will disperse when the wind blows.

Qian Yu frantically looked around and asked, "Who else among you is dissatisfied!" The powerful power belonging to the Nascent Soul cultivator spread.

There was silence all around, he laughed wildly triumphantly, but a clear and clean voice sounded, "Sorry, I'm very dissatisfied."

Everyone turned their heads and saw the young man dressed in yellow and standing with a sword in his hand. The gleaming golden light sword in his hand and the epee behind his back already showed his identity. He was a disciple of Hidden Sword Villa.

Ye Chen walked around the world with a light sword in his hand, and walked over. His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, but it made people feel palpitated. Qian Yu felt flustered and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Qian Yu said some harsh words, but Ye Chen didn't bother to listen to his nonsense, so he hit him to the ground with his light sword against his neck.

Before everyone could react, the situation reversed.

Qian Yu knelt on the ground in embarrassment, his face was pale, and his expression was terrified. The world said that there were a group of gentlemen in Hidden Sword Villa, but everyone knew that these gentlemen were merciless when they killed people.

Obviously as timid as a mouse, like a wimp, he did not forget to poke his neck and say harshly, "Let me tell you, I am the chief disciple of the Qing Lingzong, if you dare to touch me, do you believe that the Qing Lingzong will find you?" Trouble at Hidden Sword Villa."

Ye Chen moved his sword forward, and slowly uttered three words, "I don't believe it."

Not only he doesn't believe it, but everyone here doesn't believe it. In the entire cultivation world, only the Haoqi League can really seek justice for the disciples. Other sects have their own destiny, even if they are killed, it has nothing to do with the sect , Zongmen will only take advantage of their deaths to snatch benefits.

If Qian Yu killed this hidden sword disciple, it is possible that the hidden sword villa could destroy Qinglingzong, just like Yulingzong did back then, but if Qian Yu died, Qinglingzong...

Ha ha.

"Now I'm better than you, I have the final say, return the things before I kill you." Seeing that he was talking nonsense, Ye Chen chuckled, "Shh, don't talk nonsense, my sword doesn't have eyes."

Qian Yu secretly hated, but he could only reluctantly hand over the things.

The law of the jungle is nothing more than bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

The secret realm was about to be opened, and when they regained their access jade tokens, those casual cultivators felt their noses were sore, their tear glands swelled, and they couldn't speak.

The secret realm opened, and everyone entered the secret realm one after another.

When Ye Chen stepped into the secret realm, he heard a soft thank you.

There was an unconscious smile on his face.

The world is bad, but not hopelessly bad.

In this chaotic world, after all, there are still people who maintain a pure heart.

He knew that among this group of people, there were people who were grateful, and there were people who would repay their kindness, and he didn't care about these.

Several months later, Ye Chen and his party came out of the secret realm one after another.

Many sect disciples are still there, this time they no longer want to snatch the pass jade token, but want to snatch the good things they brought out from the secret realm.

This is also a normal thing. Many casual cultivators took the initiative to hand over some things in order to escape, but some people refused to let go.

A golden sword light flashed across, brushing Qian Yu's face and flying past. He just wanted to kill with a sword and passed by death. He was terrified on the spot, not daring to move, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Ye Chen knew that Yun Qingyi used to be the chief disciple of the Lingzong of the Qing Dynasty. In comparison, Yun Qingyi was a dragon and a phoenix among men, while Qian Yu was a maggot in a cesspit. It is ridiculous that the Lingzong of the Qing Dynasty chose maggots instead of dragons and phoenixes.

This broken sect will be pilled sooner or later.

Qian Yu lost so much face in front of everyone, and yelled at Ye Chen sternly, "Don't go too far!" He glanced at the helper he had found from the corner of his eye, feeling confident and puffed out his chest.

Ye Chen sneered and beat everyone up, the heavy sword flew, and the sharp sword light flew by, and the mountains beside him were flattened by the sword energy.

Having seen Ye Chen's ability, no one dared to shout again.

Ye Chen looked around, put the epee behind his back, and looked at everyone with apricot eyes, "If I don't like it, then I can't do it. You say that the weak prey on the strong, and the strong make the rules. Now I am stronger than you. I will say the rules of entry." It’s up to me, and the rules of coming out are up to me!”

Standing there, he was not considered tall. The high-hanging sun shone warmly on him through the dark clouds, making this person even more dazzling.

With Ye Chen's attitude, it was the first time for this group of casual cultivators to escape unscathed.Someone in the crowd gave him a deep look, as if wanting to remember his figure, and then turned and left.

Looking at a group of dead dogs on the ground, Ye Chen smiled and mocked, this is the right way.

He didn't miss the resentful gazes in those people's eyes, and his clear voice pierced the sky.

"Remember, my name is Ye Chen, Ye Chen of Hidden Sword Villa, come to me for revenge if you have the ability!"

He turned around and smiled, his smile was proud and bright, like a phoenix bird shining through the world.

Ye Chen, this name was once famous in the cultivation world because of the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa and the leader of the Haoqi League, and now this name is resounding in the cultivation world again.

This time it is the real owner of the name.

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