"Young Master, the leader of the previous generation of Wudang, Tianji Zhenren, is my sworn brother.

Before he traveled around the world, realized the world of life and was ready to break through the celestial phenomena, he entrusted me to take care of the Wudang disciples who were in trouble at the convenience of the convenience.

Young Master, I..."

Wu Yuan looks extremely embarrassed.

Jia Huan looked at him and whispered: "Uncle Yuan, I asked myself that I had never offended Wudang.

But today, he came to kill me!

If it weren't for a coincidence, Mingyue and I would definitely die..."

When Wu Yuan heard this, his face changed.

Thinking about Jia Huan's identity and energy, then looking at Daocheng, who was arrogant and upright and unyielding, his heart was angry, and his body flashed, and he approached Daocheng.

Then, everyone heard a loud noise.

With a "bang", Daocheng was beaten up and flew up. After landing heavily, half of his face swollen and lying on the ground, he couldn't struggle for a moment...

"A sin! The entire Wudang will be destroyed by you.

If my brother is here, he will definitely ruin you with his own hands."

Wu Yuan cursed with a dark face.

If only Jia Huan was in danger, Wu Yuan would still have the confidence to ask for love.

But it has implicated Dong Mingyue again...

Wu Yuan knew Jia Huan's nature very well. For him, his family and his women are taboos that outsiders must not offend.

The emperor included his second sister in the palace and he could rob him of it.

What's more, Daocheng is just a member of a sect in the world.

For the people of the Jianghu, the title of the Lord of the Wudang Jiange is naturally well-known and the heroes admire it.

But for a noble like Jia Huan, who is at the top of the Qin Empire, if Daocheng did not have Wudang behind him, he might be afraid of barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

But with Wudang playing the temple behind, Jia Huan really doesn't need much effort to kill him.

Even Jia Huan still has the ability to suppress Wudang for decades and cannot look up.

This is really a big blow to a sect.

It's about life and death.

Wu Yuan took a heavy hand in anger and knocked Dao Cheng down to the ground. After he took a deep breath, he turned around, walked step by step to Jia Huan, and knelt down with a "thump"...

"Uncle Yuan! What are you doing?"

Jia Huan frowned and stepped forward to pull Wu Yuan up, but he couldn't move again.

Wu Yuan said in a deep voice: "Young Master, I know that I have lost my duty in this way, and I have let my son down even more.

However, in my thirty-six years of life, except for the kindness of the old lady of the Holy One, my brother Tianji Zhenren treated me like my own brother.

Daocheng is his brother's favorite disciple.

Wudang is the place where my brother works hard.

I really can't bear it. Seeing Daocheng being deposed and Wudang being destroyed...

But I also know that the crime that has been committed today cannot be punished.

So, please let me let me take over it for him..."

At this point, Wu Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and held it in the air. He heard a personal guard exclaiming in the distance. The knife between his waist actually flew out automatically and fell into Wu Yuan's hand...

"stop!"

Jia Huan shouted, but there was no time to see Wu Yuan swaying his knife and slashing on his left arm.

A left arm broke with shoulder-length shoulders and flew out.

A burst of exclamation.

"you!!!"

Jia Huan's face was ashen and his eyes were red. He pointed at Wu Yuan and could not speak.

Wu Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he looked at Jia Huan and said, "Young Master, don't worry about Wu Yuan. Even if you only have one right hand, Yuan can still protect your son from the world!"

"Fart fart fart fart fart! Fart fart!

Wu Yuan, you patted your conscience and asked, "I, Jia Huan, have you ever treated me as a personal guard?"

Do you still have a conscience?

roll!

I don't lack you as a thug!

Take your Wudang disciple with you!

Don’t let me see you anymore. I don’t want to see a heartless person like you again!

Get out!

puff……"

"Young Master!"

"Huanlang!"

Seeing Jia Huan's anger, he spurted out a mouthful of hatred blood, and his face was as bright as gold paper. He couldn't stand steadily and he was about to fall down when he raised his head.

Wu Yuan, who had a sad expression, and his eyes were filled with tears, shouted loudly. Dong Mingyue also stepped forward and supported the shaking Jia Huan.

Jia Huan's eyes were straight at the arm on the ground, heartache.

"Young Master!"

Wu Yuan knocked heavily on the ground, choked and sobbed, "Please take care of your health, otherwise, Yuan will become an unfaithful person, and what kind of face will he survive in the world?"

Jia Huan closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to see him, but two lines of clear tears flowed out of his eyes.

He is truly respectful to Uncle Wu Yuan.

But Wu Yuan...

It hurts his heart deeply!

The atmosphere in the entire school martial arts field was extremely bleak.

All the 120 personal guards on the school ground knew Wu Yuan.

Although Wu Yuan is serious and taciturn in daily life, he is not arrogant.

If someone takes the initiative to ask him about martial arts, he will make it clear and never acts as an air of identity.

Therefore, he has a good reputation among his personal guards.

At this moment, the guards looked at his bare, bloody left arm, and then looked at the broken arm on the ground, all of whom felt miserable.

Looking at Daocheng on the other side, there were a few young and energetic people who couldn't help but pick up the crossbow in their hands...

Fortunately, there were old-fashioned people around him, so he stopped him.

They are personal guards, and the chief general did not speak. Whoever dared to move was a serious crime...

Daocheng, who was seriously injured by Wu Yuan, looked at this scene in a daze, shocked and even forgot the pain on his face.

Could it be that he is really wrong?

After taking Jia Huan's pulse, the snake girl pointed it as a sword, and tapped Jia Huan's chest and abdomen a few times, then leaned her fingers and talked, and a drop of brightness, even some charming blood flew out of her fingertips, fell into Jia Huan's mouth, and disappeared.

Not long after, Jia Huan let out a long sigh, and his face as bleak as gold paper gradually returned to his bloody color.

Seeing this scene, Daocheng was stunned again.

this……

This is probably the most heroic way to nourish the body that he has seen or even heard of.

That's the blood of the spirit snake!

Only with the size of the head of the previous generation of sects could it be easy to obtain a drop, and each drop was divided into hundreds of portions, and supplemented with more than a hundred other rare and rare elixirs, either made a medicine bath or a pill, within three years, a seventeen-year-old girl became a ninth-grade master with solid foundation.

However, Jia Huan used this spiritual god blood to replenish blood?!

Really... a big dog!

After dealing with Jia Huan, the snake girl said lightly: "There is no second time. If she breaks through the heart membrane, it will be hard for the gods to save her."

After saying that, he glanced at Wu Yuan again and said to Jia Huan: "I can hold his arm. Although it is not as stiff as before, it will be a little stiff, but it can still be used again."

"really?!"

Jia Huan was very happy when he heard this and blurted out and asked.

The snake girl nodded and said, "I can re-attach his arm, but you will owe me a favor and do something for me in the future."
To be continued...