Invincible Bloodline

A brilliant firework rose up from the open road. The cold faced Sixth Elder of the Windy Sword Sect, Swordmaster, also followed the footsteps of the four Pirate Lords, blooming with his final radiance!    

Silence! For a moment, the entire Chu Family's convoy was dead silent. After a while, there was the sound of people taking in a cold breath.    

"Old. . . Old ancestor, he. . . He really went down. . . He killed. . . " From the eldest daughter of the Chu Family, Chu Bingxin to the guards of the ordinary family, all of them were extremely shocked.    

Initially, they thought that the old ancestor was just trying to scare that old thing and would not really hurt him. The Iron Sword Sect wasn't the Windy Sword Sect, and although the Windy Sword Sect was powerful, it was still considered a powerful sect. It had the title of the greatest power in Xianglong County, but it was absolutely impossible for them to do so for a mere Martial Master elder. The same Patriarch Wu Hou had shed all pretenses of cordiality, but the Iron Sword Sect was different. It was the number one sect in the west, one of the top powers in the Great Tang Dynasty. They dominated the five paths of the Great Tang Dynasty, and there were countless experts in their sect. Experts were like rain, and that Marquess Stage Sword Immortal alone was more than enough to count them all. Even if it was Patriarch Wu Hou, he had offended the Iron Sword Sect. It's hard to get anything good!    

The next moment. . .    

A faint trace of worry flashed across Chu Bingxin's pretty face, "With the old ancestor not showing any mercy, there won't be any danger, right?" The Old Ancestor's cultivation base was unfathomable, and he was the strongest expert in the world. However, as the saying goes, it was difficult to fight four hands with two fists. How could a single person defeat the number one Sect in the west like the Iron Sword Sect?    

However, very quickly, that worry was replaced by a hint of self-mockery. Putting aside the fact that the Iron Sword Sect might not fight to the death with a Patriarch Wu Hou for the sake of a small elder of the subsidiary sword sect. A man who had nothing to fear was not a match for the Iron Sword Sect, even though a Patriarch Wu Hou was far from being a match for them. However, if they really wanted to cause trouble for the Iron Sword Sect, it would bring them a lot of trouble. The Iron Sword Sect was a big and powerful family, and they weren't people to be trifled with. They were all Patriarch Wu Hou, and since the old ancestor dared to kill that old man. . . He must have something to rely on in his heart.    

Instead of worrying about the safety of the old ancestor, he was worried about his own family's situation!    

In an instant, a thick wave of uneasiness surged out from the bottom of Chu Bingxin's heart like a surging river. It was as if the Yellow River was overflowing and could not be stopped. Even though Xiao Leng was dead, That Xiao Leng was merely standing in front of them. The real target of the Chu Family was the Windy Sword Sect. The Windy Sword Sect alone was enough to make the Chu Family breathless, let alone the fact that the Windy Sword Sect still had the Iron Sword Sect as their backing!    

Even if the Chu Family was a hundred times stronger, a thousand times stronger, it would still be impossible for them to be a match for their opponent!    

"Could it be that my Chu Clan is really doomed? No, not much, there is still a chance of survival, a chance of survival. . . "    

All of a sudden, a trace of spiritual light flashed in her mind. It was as if Chu Bingxin had found a life-saving straw. A glimmer of hope immediately bloomed in her heart, "As long as the Old Ancestor is willing to help, there is still hope for our Chu Family. There is still hope. . . "    

It was true that their Chu Family was the number one family in Liyang City. In the entire Xianglong County, However, in the Great Tang Dynasty, they were considered one of the top families. They were just an ordinary first-class family, and were only a few steps away from becoming one of the top hundred families in the empire. There was still a big gap between them. In front of a huge power like the Iron Sword Sect. . . It was an aphid that could be destroyed at any time, and for the sake of such a small family. . . Fighting to the death with Patriarch Wu Hou was obviously not a wise decision!    

"But how should I talk to the old ancestor?" But very quickly, another difficult problem surged up to Chu Bingxin. Although she called the other party the old ancestor, she did not forget. He was not the true ancestor of Chu Family. For the sake of Ancestor Zheng Yang, He had done his utmost to save them. Then, the enemy would fight the Windy Sword Sect and even the Iron Sword Sect behind them for the sake of Chu Family. This was asking for too much!    

However, right at this moment. . .    

"Enough! The matter is done, I'll go!!!"    

"Ah! Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor! I still have something to say to you, I still have something to say to you. . . " That illusory voice was like a basin of bone-piercing ice water that directly extinguished the light of hope in Chu Bingxin's heart. At that moment, she no longer had the time to organize her words and hurriedly shouted loudly. Unfortunately, just like the last time, no matter how much she screamed, There was no sound at all. He really came in a hurry. He left in a hurry!    

"Wuwuwu! Ancestor, you have returned. Come back. . . Wuwuwu, Old Ancestor, you can't leave him to die. You can't leave him to die. . . Wuwuwuwu Without you, what can we use to defend the Windy Sword Sect, and how can we defend against the Iron Sword Sect? Wuwuwu. . . "    

Chu Bingxin collapsed to the ground, sobbing. Her face was like a pear blossom, incoherent. Vaguely, there seemed to be a trace of complaint mixed within, complaining about how that mysterious old ancestor could be so ruthless and not save the Chu Family.    

. . .    

In an inconspicuous carriage behind the carriage of the Chu Family.    

Yang Fann shook his head slightly, his eyes showing a hint of annoyance. Yang Fann could more or less understand what Chu Bingxin was thinking. It wasn't easy for him to find a life-saving straw in the face of such a huge power like the Iron Sword Sect. He would never let go of it, but understanding didn't mean he could agree with it. They had saved his life, but these past few days. . . He had saved them twice in desperate situations, and he had done his best. Could it be that he wanted to protect the Chu Clan for thousands of generations?    

In next to no time, a wisp of a resolute look flashed past Yang Fann's eyes. He wasn't the housekeeper of Chu Family, and they weren't his descendants either. Saving them twice was enough to repay their kindness. Besides, if he were to talk about it. . . Chu Xiong was the only one who saved his life. At most, there was also Chu Lie who helped him that day. It really didn't have much to do with their Chu Family!    

In the next moment. . .    

Yang Fann flipped his hand and a water-blue Universe Bag appeared in his hand. It was the Universe Bag that Xiao Leng carried with him. It was the four brothers - Tiger, Leopard, Wolf, and Wolf. It was fierce in many cities and towns. They could even stop children from crying, but if one were to really talk about it. . . It was nothing more than a few low grade Martial Master whose value was limited. Even if the four brothers were together, they might not be able to get ten thousand Spirit Stones. Yang Fann really didn't think much of them, but this Xiao Leng was different. He was the Swordmaster of level 8, and he was backed by the Iron Sword Sect. His social status was much higher than the elders of the level 8 in the Seven Stars Sect. He wasn't any worse than them, and he was even better than them. Even to the current Yang Fann, it was still a big piece of fat meat!    

In just a breath's time, Yang Fann's terrifying Spiritual Sense had swept away all the Xiao Lengs that Xiao Leng had left on the Universe Bag. Very quickly, everything within the Universe Bag. . . Not bad. Not bad, as expected of an elder of a big sect. It is not something that a rogue cultivator like a tiger, leopard, wolf, or wolf can compare with. In fact, it is much stronger than an elder of my sect. . . 12,000 Middle Grade Spirit Stones. Six hundred thousand Low Grade Spiritual Stones and other treasures. Even if his net worth didn't have three Millions Of Spirit Stoness, it wouldn't be much different. . . There were actually five Sword Stones left. Good! Good! Good! With them. . . Father and Mother will also be able to comprehend their own sword intent easily. . . "    

Regarding whether Father and Mother could comprehend concepts, Yang Fann did not insist. What he truly valued was the advancement to the Martial Master Stage. He didn't want his parents to take the risk of breaking through to the Marquess Stage. To fight with others, all that was needed for cultivation. As their son, he would naturally prepare for them, but he would be able to comprehend the sword intent. It would be a joyous occasion after all!!    

. . .    

Time flowed like water, and soon, another three days passed. A large convoy of several miles appeared in front of a magnificent city under the protection of nearly a thousand elite guards wearing crimson leather armor.    

The Hengyang City, the most important economic town in Danyang County, was considered magnificent. However, compared to this city, it was nothing. There was no comparison at all. The city was hundreds of miles long, and it looked like it was surrounded by tigers and dragons. The atmosphere was very strict!    

In front of the city gate, a magnificent moat rushed down. The water in the river was cold, and it was faintly discernible. It could be seen that the air was frozen into ice chips and fell down. This was not an ordinary stream of water, but the cold pond water from the underground cold pond. With just a single drop, an ordinary person who could not pass the martial arts would be frozen into an ice sculpture. Even if he was a high-level martial artist, if he accidentally fell into the river. . . In less than ten minutes, he would be completely frozen into ice dregs!    

Above the city, there were soldiers wearing black full-body armor patrolling back and forth. The weakest of these soldiers were at the sixth level of the Pulse Opening Stage, and the leaders of these soldiers were all at the half-martial master who had just stepped into the Martial Master Stage!    

This city was not a different place, it was the Xianglong County County - Liyang City!    

. . .