After leaving the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Luan Peng took his apprentice and daughter and ran all the way.
He had to run, because the Jinyiwei were chasing him very closely. If he was caught, the lightest punishment he would suffer would be torn into pieces by five horses.
They must escape from the capital immediately before the Jinyiwei completely lock them down.
As long as he is given some time, and he can hide and study the secret of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in his hand, when he masters the magical skills, he will surely dominate the martial arts world.
By then, the Jinyiwei and the imperial court will all be the worst of the worst!
"Perhaps the technique recorded on this Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is an immortal technique. Perhaps this is my destiny to become an immortal. How could Lu Chen become an immortal master? My aptitude should not be any worse than his!"
If Lu Chen knew what Luan Peng was thinking, he would definitely criticize him harshly for his mysterious self-confidence and the three major illusions in life.
"Master... Master, I can't run anymore. Let's stop and take a rest. The Jinyiwei may not be sure that we are running in this direction." Luan Peng's little apprentice pleaded breathlessly.
Luan Peng looked at the darkness behind him. Now they had escaped from the capital and were in a forest in the wilderness.
Just as the young apprentice said, the Jinyiwei may not be able to choose the right direction directly.
So he nodded and said, "Okay, let's rest here for a while."
Luan Peng's two apprentices breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly prepared a place for Luan Peng to sit down.
Luan Peng was very satisfied with his disciples' performance. After he sat down, he looked at the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in his hand in the moonlight and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a good sword! It's really a good sword!"
In the moonlight, the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword glowed with a cold blue light, and it was obvious that its surface had been specially treated.
Luan Peng had never seen this kind of craftsmanship before. It must be another magical trick created by Lu Chen.
When Luan Peng thought of the immortal's methods, his heart was burning. He hurriedly looked through the knife in his hand, trying to find the secret in it. Then he saw a passage of words written in tiny calligraphy on the knife.
"I, the Sword Demon Chou Tingfeng, have slain countless enemies and defeated countless heroes throughout my life. Now, approaching my fifties, I lament that I have no rivals left in the world, and I shall retire from the sword. However, my unique skills are profound and profound, and it would be a pity to bury my bones in the bamboo forest. I will engrave them on the blade and turn the blade along this line →→!"
"My swordsmanship was enlightened when my engagement was broken off. To practice my swordsmanship, one must cut off all emotions and desires. Women will only affect the speed of your sword drawing.↓↓"
"If you want to practice this skill, you must first castrate yourself. After that, the skill will appear naturally!"
When Luan Peng saw this prompt, he took a deep breath.
The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword technique was special and might have some weird aspects, and Luan Peng was mentally prepared for this.
But he never expected that this technique would be so weird!
He lowered his head and looked, and was a little undecided for a moment.
Do you really want to cut it? It will hurt so much!
Of course, the pain is not the point. The point is that if a man loses a piece of flesh, can he still be called a man?
Our bodies and hair are given by our parents, let alone where they are.
Although he already has children, Luan Peng's scalp goes numb when he thinks about having to face his wife and many concubines in the future.
What's more, if this matter gets out, how will his fellow martial artists view him?
But if you don’t cut it, you won’t be able to see the skills later on. This sword demon is really lacking in virtue!
Just as Luan Peng was feeling confused, his young apprentice came up to him curiously and asked, "Master, is there something wrong with this knife? You've been staring at it for a whole cup of tea."
Luan Peng was startled when he heard this. He quickly put away his knife and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing. The secret above won't be cracked in a short time. Now is not the time to talk about this. Let's take a break. We will continue our journey soon."
After hearing this, the two disciples looked at each other and saw a hint of loss in each other's eyes.
At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a rough laugh coming from the front: "Wahahahaha, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, you, Luan Peng, actually succeeded!"
As they were talking, a black shadow leaped over and appeared in front of Luan Peng and the others.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Luan Peng immediately said nervously, "Gibbon Zhou Xing! What are you doing here?"
Zhou Xing's figure really did resemble a monkey, his arms drooping as he spoke, "Hey, what else can I do? Of course, I heard that you, old fellow, stole the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, so I wanted to borrow it to take a look."
"You're daydreaming. Why are you, a martial artist, looking at a knife? I advise you not to be so curious, or you may lose your life!" Luan Peng said gritting his teeth.
Zhou Xing also sneered and said, "So there's no room for negotiation? Well, then you can all go to hell. Go ahead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several martial artists suddenly appeared around him and attacked Luan Peng at the same time.
In an instant, shouts and cries of killing shook the sky.
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Three days later, on a small road leading to the south, the seriously injured Luan Peng was being carried by two disciples and fleeing. Luan Hongyan was holding the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword with an anxious look on her face.
In the past three days, they have suffered no less than twenty ambushes, big and small, and all the enemies were targeting the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword.
Originally, Luan Hongyan always thought that the danger came from the Jinyiwei, but she didn't expect that the ones who really wanted their lives were those martial arts passages.
Fortunately, the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword was indeed a magical weapon, and it was with the help of this sword that Luan Peng led them out of the siege.
But no matter how powerful the magic weapons were, they could not withstand the rotation of so many people, not to mention that Luan Peng had to take care of them, so in another battle, Luan Peng was injured by the enemy.
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