The sword cultivator ascended to the modern age

Not long after Ling Yun left the villa, Fu Yanchi was taken to the dark room inside by two body cultivators.

Fu Yanchi couldn't help but feel angry when he looked at the things in the dark room. His face seemed to be covered with a dark cloud, and he shouted angrily: "Don't even think about it!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, there was another sharp pain on his shoulder. He couldn't help but exhale in pain, "Ah!"

The man didn't stop because of his shouting and continued to exert force. Fu Yanchi couldn't bear the pain and fell to the ground heavily on one knee.

Seeing that it was almost done, Mr. Long raised his hand and made a gesture, then the body strength was reduced, and his tone was gentle, "Young Master Fu, be obedient, and don't be fined for not eating the toast."

Fu Yanchi endured the pain and said, "I won't help you anymore. You are committing a crime!"

Master Long squatted in front of Fu Yanchi and patted his face. His voice was still gentle, but full of threats, "Fu Yanchi, it's impossible that you haven't told your family, right? Is there anyone in your Fu family who can help you?"

Fu Yanchi's eyes dimmed, and he pursed his lips tightly, feeling as if he had an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

Master Long raised his hand, and a beautiful vase was brought in front of Fu Yanchi. He could see the flaws after just one glance.

"No." His voice was full of exhaustion.

Ling Yun happened to see this scene when he came back from work. He didn't expect that Fu Yanchi was a master of treasure appraisal.

She looked at the guardians coming from a distance, and she didn't expect that Mu Xuanfeng was very fast.

After estimating the time, it's almost there. Can she get more bonuses if she grabs a few more?

Ling Yun jumped into the air, raised his hand and swung a sword at the villa. The spiritual energy merged into the Huaguang Sword, and the sword energy in mid-air formed the shadow of a sword, which rushed straight towards the villa.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, the entire villa collapsed, leaving only a lone dark room crumbling.

"Ha, not bad." Lingyun Sword Master snorted coldly.

In the dark room, three body cultivators worked together to support the triangle, barely holding it up. Fu Yanchi saw this and ran out in the chaos.

How could Ling Yun let you run away?

She flew over and carried Fu Yanchi and landed on top of the dark room. This scene happened to be seen by Mr. Long, who shouted to Ling Yun: "Xiaojuan, save me quickly."

As soon as Ling Yun's feet hit the ground, the three body cultivators in the dark room groaned. Long Ye was the lowest cultivator. He even heard the cracking sound of his own bones.

When Fu Yanchi was pressed to stand on the dark room, he couldn't stand firmly. He was frightened and frightened. His legs were shaking and he couldn't control himself. His voice was trembling, "Let go...let me go."

"Xiaojuan, you betrayed me!" When Mr. Long said this, there were bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth.

"How long has it been? Xiaojuan, why don't you think of a solution?" A physical cultivator said with great effort, his legs shaking.

"Tsk, you can still talk." Ling Yun raised his eyebrows.

The tip of the Huaguang Sword tapped the ground gently, and the sword energy was pressed down towards the dark room again. Master Long felt a pain in his leg, and with a "plop", he knelt down in the dust.

The darkroom suddenly began to shake due to the lack of support from Master Long. Feeling the violent shaking under his feet, Fu Yanchi was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

"Let's go!" The remaining two body cultivators flew outside together.

"Want to run?" Ling Yun swung his sword and another wave of sword energy followed.

"Ah!" screamed.

The sword energy hit a physical cultivator, and he was knocked down by the sword energy before he could dodge. The dark room that fell hit his legs, and he was the one who made the scream. Lord Long was completely crushed under the dark room.

Ling Yun picked up Fu Yanchi and threw him on the ground, then went after another body cultivator.

Fu Yanchi felt the feeling of being on the ground, and then slowly opened his eyes. The darkroom in front of him had become a ruin.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the middle-aged woman standing next to him. Seeing that she didn't notice him, he turned around and sprinted away.

Xiaojuan stared at the ruins in front of her without blinking, and shouted in disbelief: "Master Long!"

Lord Long is so powerful, how could this happen? Xiaojuan's nose felt sore and her eyes suddenly turned red. She turned her head to wipe away her tears, and happened to see Fu Yanchi running away.

Lord Long was suppressed, how could he still be alive? Xiaojuan caught up with Fu Yanchi, kicked him to the ground, and slapped him several times while riding on him.

"How dare you slap me!" Fu Yanchi roared angrily.

Being ridden by a strange old woman and being slapped in the face, Mr. Fu had never been wronged like this before. His anger instantly stimulated his potential, and he even grabbed Xiaojuan with his backhand. He pressed back against her and launched his bows from left to right.

When Mu Xuanfeng and his party came over, they saw Fu Yanchi holding down Xiaojuan, their faces were red, their clothes were disheveled, and there were ruins next to them.

"Ahem... pull away." Mu Xuanfeng turned away and couldn't bear to look at him. Fu Yanchi was really not picky and didn't look at the occasion.

Mu Xuanfeng then looked around, but did not find Ling Yun. "Where are you, Sword Master?" he whispered to himself.

"Wait for me." Ling Yun's voice came to his ears, and he felt relieved.

Ling Yun went to chase the escaping body cultivator. This person was very fast, but only for other people.

No one can run away from Lingyun Sword Master.

The man ran to the underground parking lot. He didn't even have time to breathe. He drove the car and wanted to run away. Ling Yun grabbed a handful of sand and gravel from the air and threw it lightly. All the glass in the car was smashed. The broken glass Digging into his skin.

"Who is it!? Come out!" the man yelled.

Except for his echo, the entire parking lot was eerily silent. He suddenly panicked. He endured the pain, gripped the steering wheel tightly with his five knuckles, stepped on the accelerator and continued to drive forward.

Ling Yun swung his sword again in the dark, causing dust to fly instantly. Then a ravine appeared in front of him, stopping his vehicle.

In the dim underground garage, a slender figure appeared in front of him. Before he could see the person clearly, the vehicle he was sitting in had been hit and turned over. Before he fainted, he was still thinking about this person. How did it happen.

In the end, when Mu Xuanfeng brought people over to arrest him, he was sweating coldly while looking at the ravine on the ground, while quarreling with the people next to him, "This resort is really a shoddy project. Not to mention the collapse of the villa, the parking lot is also cracked. ”

The people on the side looked at him with complicated expressions. Did this person think they were fools?

"There are 31 people in total, don't forget to pay." Ling Yun left these words and left.

Mu Xuanfeng whispered, "I know."

When Ling Yun left the resort, it was almost afternoon. She made a special detour to the Luoshi Noodles shop. There were no customers in the Luoshi Noodles shop yet. The boss, who had been busy for a long time, was preparing the ingredients for the evening.

"Boss, bring a bowl of snail and lion rice noodles, but don't put the sour bamboo shoots and sour beans." Ling Yun's voice sounded in the store.

"Little girl, can it still be called snail rice noodle without sour bamboo shoots and sour beans? You might as well go next door to eat a bowl of rice noodles." The boss didn't even raise his head when he said this, and continued to be busy with the work in hand, without saying anything. The rhythm of making snail rice noodle.

The boss refused to do it, so Ling Yun had no choice but to pack a portion. He sat in the shop and picked up sour bamboo shoots and pickled beans. The boss's temples bulged and he hesitated several times.

When Ling Yun finally walked out of the store, the boss couldn't help but take a photo of the pile of sour bamboo shoots and sour beans and send it to WeChat. It was weird.

This circle of friends happened to be touched by Xiaozi, and he posted it in the group.

[Xiaozi: There is really a weird way to eat snail and lion rice noodles without adding sour bamboo shoots and pickled beans, haha]

[Guo Shu: Can we still eat it? ]

[Guo Shu: @陈义 Brother Yi, did you eat that day? How is the taste? ]

[Shen Yi: I haven’t eaten it. Without sour bamboo shoots and sour beans, there is no soul. Even dogs won’t eat it. ]

Shen Yi replied to this message very quickly, which surprised both Xiaozi and Guo Shu.