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Chapter 37 Close the Door and Release the Villain (37): The Gentleman's Sword
Mr. Yun?

He Jinchuan probed his consciousness into the storage ring, and felt the tense face of those pills and charms inside.

Although Mr. Yun is the senior brother of Ling Yunzong, how many people can do so generously to the junior fellow of the same sect?
Yan Fuyun is as clean as a clear moon, able to shine into people's hearts, but it seems that he does not belong to this world.

Listening to the lectures of the seniors in the Lingyun Sect's Shangzong Hall, he often heard the great principles of benevolence and righteousness, but He Jinchuan had never seen anyone who was as thorough as Yunjun.

Carefully putting away the storage ring, He Jinchuan pinched the soft flesh on the white fox's cheek to distinguish the voice of Su Ruoqing and the others, and quietly buried all this in his heart.

[-] meters above the sky.

Yan Fuyun controlled the magic weapon and rushed back to Lingyunzong quickly, sending Su Ruoqing and the others to Panyang City was delayed for three months, the master must have been waiting for him for a long time.

The strong wind hit the face, and was cut off by the spiritual energy, only the white clothes fluttered and the hair fluttered.

Suddenly, a sword light flew from behind and hit Yan Fuyun's back.

He spit out a mouthful of blood with a shock, and fell from the sky together with the magic weapon under his feet.

After being attacked, Yan Fuyun didn't panic, he made a formula in his hand, and white light appeared to control his weightless body, holding the magic weapon to slow down and return to the ground.

After landing, Yan Fuyun saw an old man with white hair appearing in front of him. The man was hale and hearty, staring at him with a sharp and oppressive gaze, and his cultivation was not below Huashen.

Yan Fuyun frowned, and looked at the old man vigilantly: "Yan Fuyun, a disciple of the Lingyun Sect, seems to have never met senior. I don't know why senior attacked me?"

"Man dies for money, and birds die for food." The old man chuckled, and lightly tapped the crutch in his hand, "I heard that you have a nine-turn compass in your hand. If you hand it over to me, I will spare you."

It turned out that it was to seize the treasure, Yan Fuyun's eyes sank, not afraid: "Where did you learn about it, senior?"

Only the city lord of Yueyang City, the other party's subordinates, and Li Xin knew about the nine-turn compass. Li Xin didn't seem like someone who would do such a thing. Could it be that the other party was in the city lord's mansion at that time?

"You don't need to know where the old man got it, you just need to hand it over."

"I'm afraid this junior will not be able to obey." Yan Fuyun's fingertips floated with aura.

"Then don't blame me for being old."

"Senior is probably not the opponent of junior."

"This old man knows." The old man squinted his eyes and nodded, grinning, and blood flashed in his eyes, "So this old man was already prepared, and the sword just now was not just for sneak attacking you."

After finishing speaking, the crutch in the old man's hand turned into a wooden flute, and he stared at Yan Fuyun and blew the wooden flute.

Yan Fuyun was wondering what the old man wanted to do, and when the flute sounded, his skin and flesh squirmed.

He lowered his head in disbelief and raised his hands to stare at the back of his hands. He saw worms the size of little fingers swimming under the skin in the flesh and blood.

This is - Gu worm!
He was bewitched!

"Who the hell are you!" Yan Fuyun said coldly, with anger appearing on his face.

If this person is a casual cultivator of other immortal sects, killing people and seizing treasures, this is normal in the cultivation world, and he has nothing to be angry about, but the other party's methods are devious and heretical, and they are by no means good!
"You don't need to know who this old man is, anyway, I'm going to make a nine-turn compass today!"

The sound of the old man's flute became rapid, and the Gu insects under Yan Fuyun's skin became more and more active, pushing the skin up high, trying to get out of the body.

The pain made the magic weapon in Yan Fuyun's hand fall.

The skin on his face was also propped up, the Gu worms under the human skin were still multiplying rapidly, and one of them swam under his eyelids, drilled out and fell out along the eyelids.

They were dark black little finger-sized worms with scales on them. After they crawled out of the skin, the gaps in the scales were filled with blood.

The Gu worm bent and sucked the blood from its body, then stiffened and died.

This is a blood-sucking Gu!
Yan Fuyun's body shriveled up to the naked eye, and he fell to the ground, densely packed black worms and some veins were clearly visible under the skin exposed outside the white robe.

The old man put down his flute, approached Yan Fuyun, knelt down beside him, and looked at him with pity.

"I told you to teach you the nine-turn compass, you have to argue with the old man, and now you have asked for it, no wonder you are old."

"I heard from that junior that the first disciple of the Lingyun Sect has cultivated to the stage of crossing the catastrophe. Your old Gu worm will undoubtedly die. Why don't you give this old body as a gift?"

"Hahaha! Good things come in pairs!"

"That junior? Li Xin?" The pain paralyzed all limbs, but Yan Fuyun remained calm.

The old man shook his head when he heard the word "Li Xin", then remembered who it was, and nodded with a smile: "It's okay to tell you because you are dying, yes, Li Xin asked me to come!"

"Lie!" The old man was obviously unfamiliar with Li Xin's name just now.

It seems that when Yueyang city lord handed him the nine-turn compass, people listened to it intentionally. At that time, the Yaozu was also in Yueyang City, so I'm afraid it could not be separated from the Yaozu.

"You're smart, but it's a pity that being smart can't save you."

The old man didn't deny it, he stretched out his hand and tore off the Qiankun bag from Yan Fuyun's waist, and then the wooden flute in his hand turned into a sharp dagger, stabbing toward Yan Fuyun's lower abdomen.

"Bang-"

Just as the dagger touched Yan Fuyun's clothes corner, a water-blue long sword appeared out of nowhere, and pointed the dagger at the old man's throat.

The old man was so frightened by the breath on the sword that he immediately jumped away and retreated three meters away: "This is... that gentleman's sword?"

Changjian heard the old man calling his name, clanked twice in the air, and transformed into a blue-clothed youth.

The young man has blue eyes and white hair, and wears a silver dragon hair crown on his head. He frowned with murderous intent: "How dare you hurt my master!"

"It's actually a sword spirit?" The old man felt a little regretful, smashed a teleportation talisman and fled here, leaving only one sentence, "If I knew I was old, I should have snatched that Junzi sword!"

Jun Zijian had already sensed that Yan Fuyun was in danger, but he was in his master's Zifu, and the Zifu was surrounded by demonic energy, so he couldn't get out.

It took a lot of effort for Jun Zijian to leave the Purple Mansion, if it was a little later to break through the devilish energy of the Purple Mansion, the master would really be gone.

But it is not optimistic now.

The young man in blue squatted down and looked at Yan Fuyun who couldn't find a trace of his original appearance and stretched out his hand. His fingertips gathered aura and wanted to penetrate into the opponent's body, but Yan Fuyun turned sideways to avoid it.

"Don't... touch me!" Yan Fuyun said.

"Master?" Jian Ling looked at him helplessly.

Yan Fuyun closed her eyes, frowning tightly.

As the blood-sucking Gu drained the blood from his body, the spiritual energy collapsed, and a domineering force was awakening. He didn't have the strength to mobilize the spiritual energy to suppress it, and this force collided unscrupulously in his body.

It destroyed Yan Fuyun's bone meridian, and then reshaped it, just to be able to bear its powerful strength, and all the Gu worms in the body were killed and devoured by it patrolling around.

Wisps of magic energy continued to overflow, and blood-red magic lines were engraved on Yan Fuyun's face like tattoos, and they also repaired his body at the same time.

Sword Spirit was also affected, knelt on one knee and covered his head, the red pupils and blue pupils in his eyes were constantly changing.

Yan Fuyun raised his head when he heard the painful whimper of the sword spirit, bit the tip of his tongue and turned his fingertips, forcibly breaking the contract with Junzijian.

Once the contract was released, the pain of the sword spirit disappeared instantly, but he could no longer feel the connection with his master.

The sword spirit panicked in an instant.

The master released their contract? !
The blue-clothed young man's eyes immediately turned red, and he looked weakly at Yan Fuyun, who was enduring the severe pain: "Why did the master cancel the contract? You don't want me?"

"Master, don't want me, okay?"

It has been more than 3000 years since he was created by his master, practiced with him, and cultivated spiritual wisdom. How could the master break their contract?

　Don't underestimate the first disciple of the first fairy sect, it's just that the elder brother was plotted against, so he was defenseless.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)