While Zhang Yu was practicing various techniques, Uei Feiyu finally evaded the pursuit of the cultivators and returned to Dongying by boat.

After several months of evasion, he suffered a lot, and he finally saw that the cultivators of the land of China were full of talents, and he almost fell into the trap of cultivators several times, but fortunately he was cunning, and he avoided several times this time.

Eventually, he used his dementorship to take control of the owner of a fishing boat, hid in the boat, and then lurked on a passing ship before returning to Dongying.

He was in a mess, his clothes were in tatters, as if he were dozens of years old. As soon as he returned to Dongying, he contacted the local organization and reported his matter to the Windswept Clan.

After a few days of rest, he accepted the summons and returned to Tokyo, where the cherry blossoms were in full bloom in winter, bringing the snow-capped Mount Fuji back to life.

But at this time, Umii Feiyu was sweating profusely, and he remembered the rules of the organization, and couldn't help but pray secretly.

"What the hell is going on?" asked an old voice in the room, prostrate on the ground, not far from the dark corner.

"That's right...... Please forgive the sect master!" Hope rose in Uei Feiyu's heart, and he prostrate on the ground to tell everything about it, and also emphasized that the people of Xiaodao Mountain deliberately provoked the Huaxia cultivators, which is why they caused such a big loss.

"Is that really the case? I don't want to be deceived. The old voice said, and an old man with white hair and pale eyes and asked, Don't look at the old man's thinness, but the strong Uei Feiyu didn't dare to resist at all, because this old man is the sword saint of the Liufeng clan, and legend has it that no one has ever seen his sword, and the only people who have seen his sword are dead people.

Although he has not debuted for many years, the power of the Liufeng clan is firmly in his hands, don't look at the water flying feather, he doesn't dare to come out now, because he feels that at least seven or eight powerful breaths are firmly locked on him.

"That's right. Please also ask the sect master to give me a chance to make meritorious contributions!" said Uei Feiyu, whose face was full of sweat, and when he saw that the old man did not move, he gritted his teeth, pulled out his ribs and slashed at his arm.

Blood splattered!

Uei Feiyu hurriedly used it to stop the bleeding for himself, and handed over the severed hand with a pale face.

"Please also ask the Sect Master to give me a chance!" Uei Feiyu continued as he prostrated on the ground.

Japan has a habit of cutting off your fingers, and if you make a mistake and you cut off your fingers, others will accept them if they forgive you.

This time, the stronghold of the Flowing Wind Clan was pulled out, and the operation failed, and according to the rules of the Flowing Wind Clan, he could not escape the death penalty.

"Oh, since that's the case, then I'll give you a chance to get the seal of the Chen family's generational guardianship within a month. The old man didn't look at the broken hand, and said to himself.

"Hay!" Umii Feiyu breathed a sigh of relief, and he stood up and stumbled out of the cabin, vowing in his heart that he would do whatever it took this time.

After returning to his residence, as soon as he sat down, he heard someone knocking on the door, and Uejing Feiyu's heart moved, and the puppet servant hurriedly stepped forward to open the door. I saw a young man with a beautiful face walk in, and when Uei Feiyu saw the clothes he was wearing, he couldn't help but be respectful.

"The sect master knows that your Shikjin has been destroyed, and has decided to give you this demon sword to use. Xiao took out a wooden box and put it on the ground.

Demon Sword Ji, Umii Feiyu couldn't help but be stupid when he looked at the wooden box, you must know that Demon Sword Ji is one of the guardian gods of the Liufeng clan, good at illusion, and the two katanas are extremely powerful, and they are many times better than his flying head.

"Thank you, Sect Master, I will definitely get the Chen family's mark within a month. With the Demon Sword Ji, Uii Feiyu was overjoyed, and he hurriedly promised.

The little surname nodded, and then said goodbye and left.

Uei Feiyu watched the back of the little surname leave, and the pain in his wrist had already been thrown out of the clouds. He opened the wooden box with one hand, and could see a red doll in the wooden box, the doll was particularly beautiful, his eyes were red, and behind the gorgeous kimono, two katana swords were particularly eye-catching.

Demon Sword Ji, a ghost general hierarchical god, specially made of the soul of a young woman who knows swordsmanship into a doll, is particularly evil and powerful. Shangjing Feiyu could feel the sect master's desire for the Chen family's imprint, since this was the case, he had to plan well and enter the territory of Huaxia again.

At this time, he pulled out his ribs and smiled hideously, and slashed on the broken wrist, only to see the blood gushing out again, dripping on the doll, the doll seemed to be particularly spiritual, it quickly absorbed the blood of Uei Feiyu, and a trace of red light flashed in his eyes.

"Come out! Demon Sword Hime!" Uei Fei Yu yelled with a hideous face.

"Yes, my master. A beautiful girl appeared in front of him with her twin blades, but her eyes were full of cruelty and evil.

The Chen family quelled the civil strife as quickly as possible, Chen Tianming investigated this matter for a long time, only to know that it was Dongying people who were making trouble, and in desperation, he had no choice but to invite two Qi Refining Seventh Order cultivators as bodyguards. And his brother Chen Hao was assigned to the Southeast Asia Development Company, where he would spend the rest of his life, if Chen Hao didn't go to the bar today.

After Chen Hao's failure to seize power, he came to a small country in Southeast Asia and lived a life of drunken dreams and death.

Every day except for women is wine, extremely decadent, this day at noon he finally woke up, feeling his head as if stirred by a few knives and forks, and his throat was dry and painful. He reflexively went to get the wine, knowing that the wine in the house had already been drunk by him, and there were bottles littered everywhere on the floor.

He fumbled and shook all the bottles, finally sighed, got dressed haphazardly, and walked backwards to the nearest bar.

Soon came to the noisy bar, which was filled with a strong smell of sweat and stench, according to the past, Chen Hao would never come here, because it was dirty and poor, and there were many thieves wandering in the bar, and he dropped a few of his wallets alone.

Fortunately, he spends the most here, and he spends a lot of money, and some people in the bar have seen it, and no one continues to steal his things without opening his eyes.

"A good bottle of wine!" shouted Chen Hao as he smashed a handful of money on the bar counter.

"Young Master Chen, here again? Good wine will come soon. The barman at the bar had more contact with Chinese people, and he would also say a few words of Chinese, so he grabbed the coin, and then took out a bottle of wine from the bar and handed it over.

"Damn, this is also good wine?" Chen Hao frowned and looked at the whiskey in his hand, sighing, he couldn't drink some domestic wine abroad.

He took a few sips, his head hurt a lot better, and the alcohol began to numb his nerves again, when he suddenly heard a buzzing commotion in the bar.

He usually buried himself in wine at this time, but today he didn't know what was going on, he glanced back and was stunned.

I saw a beautiful woman with black hair in a sexy outfit walking in, she was wearing high heels that made her round thighs even more straight and slender. The deep career line on her chest provoked the men's eyeballs, and the dynamic waist that was not easy to hold made Chen Hao lick her lips, and the sexiest thing was her big eyes, exuding endless charm.

A brown scorpion lay on its stomach on the back of her delicate and white hand, like a scorpion tattoo.

This kind of Southeast Asian bar is often haunted by women, and Chen Hao has hooked up with a few, but he has never met such a beautiful and sexy woman.