Volume 1 Chapter 470 Furious

As for the so-called sworn brotherhood with the old demon Hunyuan Shen Tu Jian, Xiang Yun just wanted to say that he should not be allowed to find Shen Tu Jian when he recovers his strength in the future, otherwise he would definitely rush up and slap the other party twice.

No reason, it’s just so infuriating, this old guy has a bad character.

We had agreed to let him take care of his family, but this bastard went off to fight with others!

Xiang Yun just wanted to curse: "It's fine if you don't have the ability, but will you die if you don't show off? Don't you know what a promise is? Did I ask you to fight?"

Xiang Yun became furious at the thought of this. He learned from Cai Lin that the battle was extremely chaotic and all his family members seemed to have been scattered, with no way of finding out where they were.

Xiang Yun thought, if Shen Tu Jian had done what he promised, how could a master at the peak of the late Qianyuan realm fail to save a group of weak women!

So to put it bluntly, Xiang Yun has no power behind him at all, but he has many enemies.

It's a pity that Leng Menglu didn't know this. She still thought that Xiang Yun had a lot of powerful people behind him and that she had found a treasure. If she knew what Xiang Yun was thinking, she would probably be so angry that she would become unstable and might even fall into the state of no form.

Leng Menglu had no control over what happened to Xiang Yun, nor did he want to care. Anyway, his current feeling could be summed up in one word: awesome!

With the help of his eloquence, he tricked people into giving him the secret method of Tai Chi, which could restore his cultivation, talent, understanding and everything else. In Xiang Yun's opinion, there was nothing more satisfying than this.

However, Xiang Yun felt that he should not be too complacent. Although the harvest was good, it only brought him three years of life.

Xiang Yun was wondering if he could do everything he promised Leng Menglu in these three years. If it was really possible, it would be awesome, but he would definitely take revenge.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yun's eyes emitted a faint cold light. He wanted revenge, and all the sects that participated in the war to destroy the Dayun Empire must be destroyed!

"Let's start by restoring our own strength!"

Xiang Yun was walking in the Huanxi Sect when suddenly a large number of Huanxi Sect disciples in front of him showed fear and panic on their faces. Soon they all retreated to the side of the road and made way. Suddenly, a figure flashed from the back of the road and rushed in front of Xiang Yun in an instant.

The one who came was none other than the chief disciple of Huanxi Sect and Xiang Yun's sworn brother Jingxie!

Jingxie already knew that he had been fooled at this time. How could Xiang Yun be the direct disciple of his master? He could tell from Leng Menglu's attitude towards Xiang Yun that Leng Menglu definitely didn't know this guy.

Although Jingxie was a little afraid of Xiang Yun's strength, it was just fear. It did not mean that he did not dare to provoke him. As the eldest disciple of the Huanxi Sect, his strength was not weak.

The most crucial thing is that they are now in the Joyful Sect. As the eldest disciple of the Joyful Sect, he can naturally command the support of hundreds of people. No matter how strong Xiang Yun is, can he be stronger than the entire Joyful Sect?

When Jingxie thought about how Xiang Yun had tricked him into becoming his sworn brother, and how he did it in front of so many people from the Huanxi Sect, he felt that he had lost all face. If he didn't kill Xiang Yun, it would be difficult to wash away his shame!

Jingxie came up with a tiger roar punch. With his Qianyuan realm cultivation, the sound was so powerful that the strong wind made the beams of the houses on both sides creak.

Although Xiang Yun had lost his cultivation, his physical realm was still there. When he saw Jingxie coming to kill him, he naturally knew what was going on. Now that he had become a true disciple of the sect master, he was naturally not afraid of Jingxie anymore. He also threw a punch, and collided with Jingxie's Tiger Roaring Fist.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, Jingxie took several steps back, and Xiang Yun flew out like a kite with a broken string, smashing a half-meter thick red-painted beam, and rolled on the ground for several times before stopping.

Xiang Yun looked down at his trembling right fist and couldn't help but frowned slightly, but soon relaxed. He quickly stood up, seemingly not caring about what had just happened. Instead, he asked with a smile: "Second brother, it's me, big brother, what are you doing?"

“Bah, who is your second brother!” Jing Xie also looked at his fist, feeling a little apprehensive, and then pointed at Xiang Yun and cursed: “You despicable and shameless villain, not only did you trick me into becoming your sworn brother, you also lied to me that you were Master’s direct disciple, causing Master to confine me. If I don’t kill you today, I won’t be able to vent my anger!”

"How dare you!" Xiang Yun brushed off the dust on his clothes and scolded, "Is this the tone you use when talking to your elder brother?"

"Do you remember that just a few hours ago we swore brotherhood in front of the heavens and the earth, saying that we would live and die together and share happiness together, and that you acknowledged me as your elder brother. Are you going to regret it now?"

"You..." Jingxie was so angry at what he said that he gritted his teeth and couldn't speak.

Xiang Yun continued to scold, "What's more, I am the sect master's new disciple, and we are from the same sect. Do you want to kill each other?

Humph, even if I am not the sect master's direct disciple, I am still your elder brother, how dare you be so rude! "

“I…I…” Jing Xie was speechless after being scolded by Xiang Yun. His face flushed red and he was furious. He muttered for a long time before shouting, “Impossible! Master will never accept a despicable person like you as his disciple!”

"Hmph, nothing is impossible. If I hadn't been accepted as a disciple by the Sect Master, how could I have walked out and stood in front of you intact? If you don't believe me, just go ask the Master yourself!"

After Xiang Yun finished speaking with reason and evidence, his expression softened. He walked to Jing Xie with a smile, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Alright, as the eldest brother, I have my own way. Second brother, don't make trouble again. I will let bygones be bygones. Let's go and have a drink, brothers!"

Xiang Yun was very outgoing and didn't care at all about the impact of his previous deception of Jingxie, or the harm caused to Jingxie's young mind. He only knew that he was now Leng Menglu's direct disciple, and the big brother!

Xiang Yun pulled Jing Xie's arm and wanted to move forward. He really wanted to take him to drink. However, Jing Xie's face became darker and darker. He exploded, shook Xiang Yun's hand away, and cursed: "I'm going to drink your grandparents' legs!"

"I have never been so embarrassed in my life. Xiang Yun, no matter who you are today, I will beat you to death. Beat you to death alive!"

Jingxie screamed a few times, and all the spiritual energy in his body burst out. Xiang Yun felt that breathing became difficult. He was surprised to find that Jingxie, who was only in the early stage of Qianyuan Realm, could burst out with a power comparable to that of the middle stage of Qianyuan Realm!

With such strength, he is indeed a genius!

"Dielang Palm!" Jing Xieqi stepped forward and raised his hand to slap out five palms, each palm connected to the other, each more powerful than the last!

Xiang Yun's cultivation is currently low, and he cannot resist relying on his body at the early Qianyuan Realm. Moreover, he was seriously injured at the hands of Leng Menglu, which made him even more unbearable.

Xiang Yun used all his strength and could only withstand two palm strikes, while the remaining three palm strikes hit his chest one after another!

Xiang Yun kept retreating, and Jing Xie's last palm strike made him spit out a large amount of blood. His face turned pale, his breath became weak, and his brows were deeply furrowed.