However, he underestimated Long Yuanwu's strength and overestimated his own adaptability.

His spine was broken, and it was much more difficult to control the Great Sword Martial Spirit with his spiritual power than before.

What's more, Long Yuanwu has a peerless body and can use his spiritual power to influence the martial souls of others.

Long Yuanwu relied on his absolute strength advantage and successfully influenced An Haitao's sword martial soul with spiritual power.

Even though the Great Sword Martial Soul was infinitely close to An Haitao, under the influence of Long Yuanwu's powerful spiritual power, it finally lost its balance.

I saw that under the influence of Long Yuanwu's spiritual power, this big knife flew around An Haitao for a few times, and then suddenly turned around and shot at An Haitao's chest.

"Ah!" An Haitao's face changed, and the big knife was infinitely enlarged in his pupils.

At this last moment, his psyche collapsed all at once.

Unexpectedly, his martial soul was actually not under his control, and he realized that he had underestimated the strength of the other party.

However, it is too late to realize this now.

The big knife finally shot into his chest, like a fruit knife cutting into a melon, making a "poof" sound. Then I saw that the high-pressure steam-like true qi spurted out along the wound with bright red blood.

"Ahh

At this moment, there was a touch of unwillingness in his eyes, and there was a touch of despair in it, he had just come out of the customs, but he didn't expect to be hit by this heavy blow!

"What else do you have to say now?" Long Yuanwu's light figure fell beside An Haitao, and at this moment he was cranking a folding fan in his hand, and his demeanor was carefree.

"Long Yuanwu, I'm not convinced!" An Haitao said with an unwilling face.

"Where are you not convinced?" Long Yuanwu's chin was slightly raised, and his face was proud.

"I suspect that there are masters hiding in the shadows to help you out. An Haitao glared angrily, puzzled, and glanced around.

Until now, he still didn't believe that the waste a few weeks ago had been able to break through his cultivation to the point of surpassing himself in just a few days.

"Who do you think it will be?" asked Long Yuanwu rhetorically.

An Haitao thought about it for a long time and didn't think of an answer, but the confusion on his face was still as rich as before.

"If you can't think of an answer, you can only die!" Long Yuanwu's deep voice revealed a hint of murderous aura.

"Ah!" An Haitao's face changed, and there was a hint of despair on his face.

"Long Yuanwu, we didn't mean to target you this time, but to prepare for this weekend's wedding. An Haitao was thinking of an excuse to excuse himself so that he could escape from Long Yuanwu's men.

"Wedding, who's wedding with whom?" asked Long Yuanwu unreservedly.

"Uh...... This ......" An Haitao was secretive, worried that after he said it, it would arouse Long Yuanwu's disgust, "The wedding between my third brother and Long Ling'er. ”

His third brother is An Haiming, but he has become a cripple and is lying in bed to recuperate.

"How's the ending?" At this moment, An Haiming, under the service of the maid, turned sideways, heard the movement of the roof, and held his breath.

"Your eldest brother ......," the maid said with a gloomy expression.

"Poof!" An Haiming held back this resentment in his heart, and finally did not vent it, at this moment, due to the lack of smooth meridians in the heart of the fire, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, a scream came from the roof, and An Haiming realized something, and a look of despair appeared on his face.

"An Haitao, this is the fate you deserve!" On the roof, as soon as Long Yuanwu's folding fan was closed, a layer of blood stuck to the folding fan splashed to the ground the moment he flicked his arm downward.

He used a fan instead of a knife to cut off several meridians of An Haitao, making him a waste.

He then turned and left, intending to return to his family.

"Just now, why didn't you come to the rescue? Long Yuanwu almost died at An Haitao's hands. On the roof of a room in the west of the city, Long Ling'er turned his head and looked at Lin Qianqian, who was standing side by side with him.

Previously, due to concern for Long Yuanwu's life, Long Ling'er issued instructions as the acting patriarch of the Long family, asking Lin Qianqian to release the martial soul to rescue Long Yuanwu from the territory of the An family, but she didn't expect that when Long Yuanwu and An Haitao were fighting, Lin Qianqian chose to wait and see, and did not make a timely move.

Therefore, Long Ling'er was full of anger and hoped that Lin Qianqian would give a reasonable explanation for this.

"The reason why I didn't make a move is because Long Yuanwu is enough to deal with the current situation with his own strength. Lin Qianqian's chin was slightly raised, and she said proudly.

"Long Yuanwu and An Haitao's cultivation is both sixth-grade martial artists, and there are many sixth-grade martial artists around, if they go together, even if Long Yuanwu has three heads and six arms, he will not be able to escape death. "As the acting patriarch of the Long family, Long Ling'er's mind is relatively delicate.

Lin Qianqian, on the other hand, has nothing to do with the Long family, so she has no responsibility to protect the Long family, nor does she have this psychological burden.

"Lin Qianqian, you should know what identity I am now, you must obey the order, otherwise, get out of the Long family!" Long Ling'er turned her back with an angry expression, she originally planned to save people with her own hands, but she had received Lin Qianqian's promise in advance, so she pinned her hopes on her. didn't expect Lin Qianqian to change his hexagram in the end, which made him have a false alarm.

"I admit that I broke my promise, but the end result did not deviate from expectations. Lin Qianqian's chin was slightly raised, and she looked proud.

"But Long Yuanwu's situation is still not good, if he doesn't act in time, when the An family returns one after another, when the time comes, he won't be able to escape if he wants to. What Long Ling'er is worried about is that Long Yuanwu is arrogant, and if he doesn't complete the final mission, I'm afraid he won't be reconciled.

"Long Ling'er, I think you are very selfish. Lin Qianqian raised her mouth slightly and glanced at Long Ling'er.

"Why do you say this?" Long Ling'er squinted and looked at Lin Qianqian.

"Isn't it? You have heard the conversation between Long Yuanwu and An Haitao just now, you should know about their conspiracy. In order to make Long Ling'er understand more thoroughly, Lin Qianqian explained, "The main purpose why they want to attack Long Yuanwu is not to kill him, but to lure you over, and then force you to marry An Haiming, and after the wedding, they will launch a large-scale attack on the Long family." ”

"But now, Long Yuanwu has abolished An Haitao, and he will definitely anger those An family members who are hiding in the shadows. Long Ling'er said disapprehantly.

"Alright then, we'll see. Lin Qianqian said disapprerovingly.

Then, the two turned their eyes to the east of the city and landed on the roof of a room on the territory of the An family.

At this moment, Long Yuanwu stepped on the roof, walking calmly, ready to return to the family.

"Slow down!" a broken cry came from behind Long Yuanwu, like a thunderclap, exploding in his ears.

"Hmm......" Long Yuanwu's steps forward, suddenly paused, and the next moment, following the sound, he looked at an old man in a hidden corner.

"Iron Pharmacist, are you looking for me?" As Long Yuanwu spoke, a yin smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The main purpose of his trip was to assassinate Tie Jing, because she was the imperial medicine practitioner hired by the An family, and with the elixir he refined, the An family could make a breakthrough at a faster speed.

Although he has abolished the three young masters of the An family, there are other young clansmen in the An family, such as An Haitao's cousin.

Therefore, the iron pharmacist is still useful to the An family.

Because of this, Long Yuanwu did not give up the idea of killing the Iron Medicine Master, and now is the best opportunity to get off.

Just now, after he abolished An Haitao, he deliberately pretended to be a gesture of going home, in fact, he had been paying attention to his surroundings, but he didn't expect that the iron pharmacist couldn't help but take the initiative to appear, which was exactly what he couldn't ask for.

"Long Yuanwu, you abolished my two apprentices one after another, do you want to leave?" Under the protection of his entourage, Tie Jing pointed at Long Yuanwu and threatened.

"Is it difficult, do you still want to fight with me for another round or two?" Long Yuanwu spoke, approaching step by step, towards Tie Jing.

At this moment, he was on the roof, looking condescendingly at Tie Jing hidden in a hidden corner, and there was a hint of murder in his words.

"You two, immediately rush up and take him down, and as compensation, the old man will do alchemy for you for free. Tie Jing pointed to the two Qingshanmen disciples beside him and gave the order to attack.

However, the few Qingshan Sect disciples around him did not intend to take the initiative to rush forward, because they had not yet signed an agreement with the An family.

Moreover, Qingshan Gate also has imperial medicine masters, and their ranks are above Tie Jing, so they don't take Tie Jing seriously.

Tie Jing's face was very complicated, he didn't expect that he was a pharmacist, and he couldn't command these people around him.

"Tie Jing, your time of death has come!" Long Yuanwu stood on the roof and looked down, then stretched out his right arm.

"Ahh

Therefore, they always had an intuition that as long as Long Yuanwu raised his arm, he was hinting at the mysterious master hiding in the shadows and was ready to make a move.

"Be careful!" At this moment, Tie Jing's eyes swept around, and he didn't focus on Long Yuanwu alone.

The eyes of the Qingshan Sect disciples beside him were also a little flustered, and they glanced around, trying to find the mysterious master hiding in the shadows.

It was pitch black, and they all raised their vigilance, and with jealousy, they glanced around.

However, what they didn't expect was that when they were in a panic and losing concentration, Long Yuanwu suddenly launched an attack on Tie Jing, who was surrounded by them in the middle.

Long Yuanwu's raised right arm turned into an afterimage, and in that night, it instantly broke through the air for more than ten zhang, impartially, and slapped it on Tie Jing's chest.

"Poof!" Tie Jing was slapped upside down and flew away, the moment he hit the trunk of a big tree, his mouth spurted blood, and he gradually lost consciousness after falling to the ground.

"Hmph!" Long Yuanwu snorted coldly, withdrew his gaze, and turned to leave.

"Slow!" a broken cry came from behind Long Yuanwu.

Long Yuanwu followed the sound, glanced around the crowd at the end of his field of vision, and finally his gaze fell on a Qingshan Sect disciple in a cyan robe.

"An Yiming!" Long Yuanwu's eyes stared, and he saw the other party's appearance clearly, the person who stopped drinking just now was not someone else, but the An family, a cousin of An Haitao.

"Yes, I am An Yiming, An Haitao's cousin, and also a disciple of Qingshan Sect!" An Yiming's eyes were as sharp as arrows, glaring at Long Yuanwu.

"Why are you revealing your identity now?" Long Yuanwu said with a confused expression.

"That's because, I'm a disciple of Qingshanmen, and I must obey the orders of the headman, and if the head man asks me to speak, I'll say it, and if you don't let me speak, I'll shut up!" An Yiming said.

"Since you've revealed your identity, there's definitely something wrong with me, right?" Long Yuanwu said calmly, and at the same time turned on his powerful perception ability to sense An Yiming's cultivation.

According to his understanding of Qingshanmen, Qingshanmen hired many high-level pharmacists, and the elixirs refined could help the user cultivate the spiritual veins and increase the cultivation speed.

"Of course there's something! You abolished my three cousins, and you want to leave?" An Yiming's eyes were awe-inspiring, and a faint flame appeared on his clenched fists.

This faint flame has an extremely strange form, with a very high temperature, and the air temperature has risen a lot within a radius of two or three zhang.

The Qingshan Sect disciples who were clustered around him all subconsciously took a few steps back when they felt the attack of this heat wave.

"Looking at your posture, you want to rush up and fight with me, right?" Long Yuanwu looked indifferent, and the folding fan in his hand waved gently.

"Yes, I wanted to rush up and take your dog's life for a long time, but I haven't gotten permission from my superiors, so I've endured it until now!" An Yiming's eyes were red as he spoke, and a trace of angry flames came out, and at this moment, there was a faint layer of flames all over his body.

His whole body was as if he was engulfed in flames, and this faint layer of flame represented his mood at the moment, which was the flame of anger.

"In that case, what are you doing with so much nonsense, rush up, I'll give you a chance. The corners of Long Yuanwu's lips raised a touch of disdain, at this moment, he was cranking the folding fan, and he was still free.

"Long Yuanwu, Hugh is arrogant, I'll rush up to take your dog's life, don't ask a third party for help if you have the ability, you and I will fight alone!" An Yiming glared angrily, with a look of rage, and then shouted, and his figure jumped up.

"Very good!" Long Yuanwu's chin raised slightly, and the folding fan opened with a snap. But he didn't rush to make a move, because he had already sensed the other party's cultivation.

An Yiming has the cultivation of the six grades of martial arts, which is not enough to pose a threat to him, and this group of Qingshan Sect disciples is only a branch of Qingshan Sect, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

However, An Yiming had just cultivated a spiritual vein, and his cultivation speed was faster than ordinary people.

At this moment, he had already flown onto the roof and stood facing Long Yuanwu.

"I heard that your martial soul is a big sedan chair, right?" Looking at An Yiming opposite, Long Yuanwu said in a deep voice.