Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Blood pull!

In this jade pottery city, there is only one person who can draw his blood.

His father, the head of the He family in Tacheng, He Ju.

He Ju who disappeared in Yutao City last time!

He Yangsun took a deep breath, fixed his eyes on the direction of the door of the He family, and rushed towards the door of the mansion with a movement.

Han Muye shook his head slightly.

He had already sensed that someone was coming over there, not He Ju.

It was a young man of only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a proud expression on his face, behind him were several seventh-level armor masters, and an eighth-level armor master followed closely behind him.

Further back, there are dozens of tall and straight imperial puppet masters and imperial armor masters.

This kind of lineup is at least only available to one big clan.

An eighth-level guard, I am afraid that the family's strength is extremely unusual.

He Yang and Sun Fei landed in front of the mansion, seeing the figures in front of the door, the original surprise on his face turned into astonishment.

The guards of the He family guarding the door blocked the figure in front of them.

"This is the He family mansion."

"You guys dare to stop me from coming here?"

The eyes of the eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth flickered.

On his chest was a badge of a third-level Armor Master.

In such a ruined place, it is rare to dare to hang the badge on your chest.

Seeing He Yangsun coming, the young man frowned.

"Blood traction?"

The young man looked at He Yangsun.

"You are that what, He Yangsun?"

He Yangsun also sensed that the blood in his body was drawn by the other party.

Not his own father.

"Who are you?" He Yangsun asked in a low voice, his face darkened.

"My name is Nalan Moran," the boy said with a smile on his face, "but I'm also from the He family."

The boy raised his hand, and a golden badge appeared in his palm.

"Didn't you sense it?"

"You should guess who I am."

who is it.

Young, drawn by blood.

The only possibility is He Ju's blood.

He Yangsun's half-brother.

He Yangsun looked at a face somewhat similar to his own, and his eyes fell on the badge in Nalan Moran's hand.

This badge is the badge of He Ju's sixth-level Armor Master.

Taking a deep breath, He Yangsun raised his head and said softly, "Is he okay?"

Although there was anger in his heart at He Ju's remarriage and his blood descendants, He Yangsun did not explode.

He was no longer the young man without a city mansion.

He is the treasurer of the Jujin Trading Firm in charge of trillions of calculations.

Those who deal with him are all the top powerhouses and god-level figures in this world.

As for He Ju, he no longer had the expectation of finding the pillar of the He family back then, but more wanted to know whether He Ju was alive or not.

In the current He family, He Ju's cultivation base and combat power cannot be the pillar.

He Yangsun's expression surprised Nalan Moran.

With a chuckle, Nalan Moran looked at He Yangsun: "I thought you would be angry, but I didn't expect you to be much calmer than I thought."

"Father said, if I can see you in Yutao City, it means that the He family in Tacheng has not been destroyed, and that you have not let her down."

As he spoke, he looked at the people behind He Yangsun, with a golden aura in his eyes.

"I am Nalan Moran, the thirteenth young master of the Nalan family in Yongming City, the great void city."

"My Nalan family is a holy-level family, and there are four holy-level powerhouses in my family."

Holy class!

The complexions of the He family members who gathered behind He Yangsun changed drastically.

When the He family was in its heyday, they didn't dare to face the holy family.

Except when the ancestor of the He family was there, the He family at other times was at best a ninth-level family.

Nalan Moran watched with satisfaction the expressions of these He family members.

"This He Yangsun and I are half-brothers. Last time He Ju, the Patriarch of the He family in Tacheng, lost his way while exploring the ruins, it was my mother who rescued him at the last moment and brought him back to Yongming City."

"I don't need to talk about the following things. My father is now joining my Nalan family and becoming one of the powerful elders of the Nalan family."

Stretching out his finger to He Yangsun, Nalan Moran said loudly: "From now on, my half-brother will be the master of the He family."

"It's not the He family in Tacheng, but all the He families around this Yutao City."

The divine light in Nalan Moran's eyes converged, and he said in a low voice, "This is what the young master said. Does anyone have any objections?"

Opinion?

Everyone at the gate of the mansion looked at each other.

No matter what the strong guards around He Yangsun thought, the others didn't have the slightest opinion.

If the He family in Tacheng is willing to take him in, they would like to go directly to Tacheng.

The wealth and power of the He family in Tacheng today is simply not comparable to them.

"Let's go."

"Since it's the He family, let's go to the lobby to worship."

He Yangsun glanced at the young man who looked like a proud peacock, then turned and left.

Saint-level family, is it very strong?

Holy class, is it far away?

He clenched his fist slightly.

He didn't blame his father for being rescued by the other party's mother and joining Nalan's family.

But he didn't think that the other party was a holy family, so he would bow his head.

With Master Han's help, he will definitely become a saint himself.

Even, god level!

Seeing He Yangsun turn around and leave, Nalan Moran showed a smile on his face.

My brother is still unable to adapt to the change of status.

It doesn't matter, I will take care of him.

According to what my father said, my father owed the He family in Tacheng, and owed He Yang's grandson, mother and son.

Pay off this debt by yourself.

Who told his father to be very gifted in cultivation, he stepped into the eighth level in decades, and became the eighth level Armor Master, the youngest eighth level Armor Master in the entire Nalan family.

It won't take long for my father to enter the ninth grade.

That's why the father didn't come for this expedition.

Following He Yangsun and others quickly walked into the mansion, Nalan Moran looked around.

This mansion was considered prosperous back then, and many formations in it showed the prosperity of that year.

It's just that compared with his Nalan family, it's still not enough.

"Old Qin, how is this He Yangsun's cultivation?"

While walking, Nalan Moran turned his head and asked.

The guard behind him was personally arranged by his mother, an eighth-level powerhouse.

Hearing his words, the old man with white beard shook his head.

"I can't sense it, it's probably covered by a secret method."

The old man paused, and said in a low voice: "Maybe he broke through with the help of a secret method, and his cultivation base is unstable."

It's all possible.

Nalan Moran didn't care, nodded and continued to move forward.

In the galaxy universe, there are many ways to cover up one's cultivation.

Passing through the layers of houses, you come to the lobby where the statues of the ancestors of the He family are enshrined.

He Yangsun stepped forward, and the other He family members entered in an orderly manner.

This scene made Nalan Moran a little surprised.

Just now I said that He Yangsun will be the young master of the He family in the future, but now they are so obedient?

Not a single thorn?

And, isn't that a little too smooth?

Walking into the lobby, He Yangsun bowed to Han Muye.

This made Nalan Moran smile.

It seems that the He family has a stable person here.

That's why these people are so respectful and obedient.

I don't know how many tricks this person can do in front of Mr. Qin?

He and the guards behind him came from the Great Void City and crossed the city of Yutao City, which wasted time and did not know He Yangsun's current reputation at all.

Not to mention He Yangsun's current cultivation.

He Yangsun whispered a few words to Han Muye, then walked to the middle of the hall.

All the members of the He family stood solemnly.

Nalan Moran frowned slightly, but tidied up his clothes and stood in place.

He Yangsun prayed softly, and the whole hall began to vibrate.

This scene made the guards behind Nalan Moran nervous.

The old Qin moved and stood in front of Nalan Moran.

"Om—"

In the upper position, the sitting statue of the ancestor opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes turned towards He Yangsun as a hood.

Then, layers of golden light enveloped all the He family members in the hall.

The blood power in them began to gather.

Daoist auras are intertwined above the entire hall.

Han Muye raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

That is a sign that the void formation is activated.

But in this void formation, there seems to be something different.

"boom--"

A black war puppet stepped out of the void, with a nine-foot body, and a golden light flickered in its eyes.

"Ninth level war puppet!"

Nalan Moran let out a low cry.

Elder Qin in front of Nalan Moran raised his hand and lowered his voice: "Young master, be careful, this war puppet is conscious."

Conscious!

The war puppet glanced over and looked at the He family in front of him.

"This deity is the combination of the remnant soul of your ancestor He Mucheng and the war puppet."

"This deity now gives you a chance to enter the secret realm, and whoever wins in the end will get the He family's legacy."

A thick and old voice came out of the war puppet's mouth.

The ancestor's war puppet!

Excitement flashed across the faces of everyone in the lobby.

Nalan Moran's eyes shone with golden light, and he said in a low voice, "He Yangsun, what are you waiting for!"

His voice fell, and there was silence in the lobby.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Nalan Moran.

Still need to remind?

Among the He family mansion, the only one who is qualified to inherit the war puppet is Young Master He Yangsun?

Not to mention his cultivation, but his identity, the wealth of the He family in Tacheng behind him is also qualified to inherit the heritage of the ancient He family ancestors.

For everyone present, helping the young master get the relics and gain the young master's favor is the key point.

As long as the young master is happy, he can reward the family with any reward.

Not to mention a million miles around, even the entire galaxy universe, you also know the name of the He Family Jujin Firm, right?

It doesn't matter how many remains of the ancient remains and how valuable they are.

Immediate interests are everything.

There was a strange silence in the lobby, which made Nalan Moran slightly stunned.

He Yangsun turned his head to look at him, and then looked at the ninth-level war puppet.

"Senior, I don't know what the ancestors have left behind?"

The ninth-level war puppet was also taken aback.

At this time, how many relics are still entangled?

Shouldn't you just rush into the void formation?

"I want that broken arm, and other things, to stay here, and give future generations of the He family a chance."

The tone of He Yangsun's speech did not look like he was facing a senior war puppet, but an ordinary person with the same status as him.

The war puppet was stunned for a moment before he spoke: "To get the relic, you need to defeat everyone, and the winner—"

Before he finished speaking, He Yangsun raised his hand and pointed behind him: "Senior, ask, is there anyone who wants to fight?"

No.

Nalan Moran looked blankly at everyone bowing their heads.

My brother, seems unusual?

In the entire lobby, no one even opened his mouth to challenge?

The eyes of the ninth-level battle puppet flickered with confusion, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head: "No, unless you defeat me."

"Okay." He Yangsun's voice sounded, and then the battle armor appeared on his body.

Fight with the ninth-level war puppets!

"He, his battle armor is level eight!" Elder Qin in front of Nalan Moran opened his eyes wide and let out a low voice.

Eighth-level battle armor!

Doesn't that mean that He Yangsun possesses the power of an eighth-level armor of a royal envoy!

At least level 7 is required to use level 8 armor, right?

But He Yangsun can have seven levels of cultivation?

How can it be!

Nalan Moran stared at He Yangsun with wide eyes.

The ninth-level war puppet was silent for a moment, then raised his hand, and the void light array enveloped He Yangsun.

At this moment, a voice sounded: "Nurture yourself with the blood of the descendants of the He family. I'm afraid this senior of the He family has gone too far?"

Han Muye's voice!

He Yangsun's complexion changed, and a golden light above his head blocked the halo of the void formation.

The ninth-level battle puppet snorted, raised his hand and pressed down on He Yangsun's head.

He Yangsun raised his hands, two long knives appeared, and cut straight at the puppet.

"when--"

He Yangsun retreated completely, his steps retreated several zhang.

The arm of the war puppet also stopped.

"Let me see what kind of tricks you want to play!" He Yangsun let out a low voice, cut out the long knife in his hand again, and then flew up, rushing towards the war puppet.

Fight a ninth-level war puppet!

Nalan Moran stared straight ahead as if he had seen a ghost.

He couldn't imagine that his half-brother was so powerful.

Undefeated against Level 9!

"when--"

"when--"

The long knife collided with the war puppet's arm, and He Yangsun's speed was extremely fast.

His battle puppet and long knife were refined by Han Muye himself, and his martial arts skills were also refined by the God Slayer War Puppet.

The war puppet in front of him was unable to fight back under his attack!

An eighth-level armor master, counterattacking the ninth level!

The He family who retreated in the lobby all stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes.

"After all, he is the number one young person in a million miles, and Young Master He Yangsun's cultivation is already at the peak of the eighth level." An old man whispered softly.

The number one young generation in a million?

Nalan Moran opened his mouth.

"Yuhu He Yangsun, a double eighth-level powerhouse, the young master hasn't used his puppet yet." A member of the He family said softly with a smile on his face.

Double eight?

And the eighth-level war puppet?

Nalan Moran turned to look at Elder Qin beside him.

At this time, Elder Qin was also staring blankly at the battle ahead.

That ninth-level war puppet couldn't stop He Yangsun!

"when--"

Finally, He Yangsun repelled the war puppet with a single blow.

"Senior, can you take out what I want?"

With both swords in hand, He Yangsun gave a low shout.

Looking at He Yangsun, the war puppet took a few steps back and let out a scream.

Following the scream, all the surrounding statues of the He family's seniors shone with golden light.

"You want that thing, okay, I'll let that thing out and see how you guys die!"

After the battle puppet finished speaking, he moved and rushed directly into the void formation.

The next moment, the entire He family mansion shook.

At this moment, not only the He family mansion, but the entire Yutao City shook!

The endless stream of light converged and turned into a spatial light array above the He family mansion.

In the light array, a golden arm with a length of one hundred feet emerged.

"what is that!"

"Arm, that arm!"

"That is the arm of the god-level war puppet back then. It is said to be of the ancient prehistoric level, far exceeding the current god-level!"

"The war puppet arm that the city lord asked us to find!"

Countless exclamations sounded in Yutao City, and countless figures rushed towards the arm.

He Yangsun turned his head, glanced at Han Muye, and said in a low voice, "Master Han, I dedicate this puppet's arm to Master Han."

After speaking, he flew up.

"I, He Yangsun, took this item, who has any objections?"

On his body, the eighth-level battle armor glowed with golden light, and the two knives shone with long light.

An eighth-level battle puppet appeared beside him, also holding two swords.

Nalan Moran raised his head, looked at He Yangsun who looked like a god of war, and murmured, "This is my brother?"

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