"You dare to covet my Luo Ming's woman, you waste is looking for death!"

In winter, the imperial capital is covered with snow, and the cold pool has frozen.

On the shore, a man in a golden robe lowered his eyes to look at the dying young man in blue who was beaten on the ground, a haze crossed his eyes, and he kicked him.

"Throw this waste into the river!"

Luo Ming gave an order, and his subordinates immediately dragged the blue-clothed young man and threw him to the ice.

Click--

A crack cracked in the ice.

The young man's body fell into the cold pool, the cold lake water seeped into the limbs of the body, and Yechen struggled in pain a few times, and his body became more and more heavy......

It's cold.

The whole body is stiff and unable to move.

But he didn't want to die!

The fear in Yechen's dark eyes faded, and a strong wave of business sprung up from the water.

Looking at the culprit standing on the shore, Yechen reached out and grabbed Luo Ming's ankle and dragged him into the water.

"Ahh

"Ahem...... Help ......"

"I can't swim......"

Luo Ming's voice flickered high and weak.

Yechen climbed ashore and watched the people jump into the cold pool to save Luo Ming, dragging their frozen bodies away step by step.

No one knew that just now, the soul in this body had been replaced by the gold medal killer Yechen from the 21st century.

He stole the ancient sword of the museum, was chased to the shore by the entire Chinese ancient martial arts masters, accidentally fell off the cliff, and did not expect to cross into this world.

……

In the Xuanming Continent, the strong are respected.

This is a world full of fantasy, and people on the continent can cultivate Xuan Qi since birth, and after reaching a certain realm, they contract companion spirit beasts to share their lives with them.

Cultivators are called Xuanshi, and the cultivation realm from low to high is the Earth Realm, the Xuan Realm, the Heaven Realm, the Spirit Realm, the Heart Realm, the Emperor Realm, the Immortal Realm, the Transformation God Realm, and the Peak God Realm.

The realm of the Xuan Master gradually rises, and the higher the realm, the more difficult it is to cultivate.

Even if there are extremely talented Xuan masters, there are countless people who are stuck in their state of mind and cannot be promoted for a lifetime.

Naturally, Xuanshi with strong spiritual power are also sought after by various sects in various countries, and Xuanshi with outstanding cultivation talent will also gain fame, power, and money.

In addition, there are also casters, alchemists and other professions in this world.

As the name suggests, alchemists can refine miraculous elixirs, and powerful alchemists can even refine elixirs for Xuanshi to improve their realm, so alchemists are hot on the mainland, and almost every powerful family will have an alchemist of their own.

The country where Yechen is located is the Great Xia Dynasty.

The strength of the five major families is intertwined, led by the Ye family, and the five major families are Ye, Luo, Jiang, Ji, and Ling.

Over the years, the five major families have produced generations of talented Xuan masters, but only the Ye family, who has such a waste as Yechen, has gradually declined.

The position of the head of the five major families is already shaky.

When Yechen cleared his thoughts, he also returned to Ye's house.

He walked along the road of his memory to a remote courtyard, and swept it over, although the courtyard was dilapidated, it was clean and tidy.

"Young Master!" An exclamation sounded, and a maid in pink ran nervously to Yechen and supported him, "Young master, you are back, why are you cold and falling into the water in this winter?" ”

The little maid helped Yechen to the bed in the room and sat down, chattered endlessly, and after changing Yechen's dry clothes, she ran out to boil hot water.

The maid was the only maid by his side, loyal to him, called Qiaoqiao.

Yechen touched the bed, and his consciousness loosened and fell into darkness.

Maybe it was because of soaking in the water, but Yechen only felt a splitting headache in his sleep, and his whole body was cold.

In a trance, a shout came into his ears.

"Waste, don't get out yet!"

Bang!

The dilapidated door was kicked open, making a screeching sound.

Yechen opened his eyes vigilantly, turned over, and saw a young man in a brocade robe come in with a gloomy face.

Yehao, the only son of the second room of the Ye family, the primary level of the Xuan Realm, his cultivation talent is considered to be superior in the new generation, he is a good gambler, and he has the name of a "genius", and every time he loses a bet, he will beat and humiliate Yechen to vent.

Looks like he's lost again.

It's a pity that he is no longer the waste who was beaten and didn't dare to resist before!

Yechen's eyes looked at Yehao coldly.

Yehao was stunned, this waste, there seems to be something different......

He frowned, his face sank, "Waste, what kind of eyes do you have?" ”

As Yehao's words fell, the nine-section whip in his hand cut through the air and flung towards Yechen.

The nine lashes were full of barbs, and they fell on the flesh of the man.

This night hao is really vicious!

Yechen's face turned cold, and his figure dodged like a ghost when the nine-section whip was about to fall on him.

"Dare to hide?"

The attack missed, Yehao's movements paused slightly, and he was surprised in his heart, how could this waste have escaped? It should just be a coincidence......

Yehao pursed his lips and struck another blow, and along with his attack, a faint orange light flickered on his body.

This is the sign of the Occult Realm.

To deal with him a "waste", Yehao actually used Xuan Li, and this blow would cost half a life for ordinary people if they didn't die.

Yechen was enraged, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of ice.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a long sword covered with rust on the table, Yechen narrowly dodged Ye Hao's blow, picked up the long sword on the table and rushed towards Ye Hao.

Ye Hao sneered and disdainful: "How can you ...... this waste?"

Before he finished speaking, Yehao's voice stopped abruptly.

Sou--

He only felt a black shadow in front of him, and the nine-section whip in his hand was cut in two and fell to the ground, dusty.

A strong killing intent burst out from the dust, and as soon as Yehao saw Yechen's figure, Yechen kicked him in the abdomen.

Yehao was kicked five meters away, a fishy sweet smell welled up in his throat, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood......

This waste...... How can it be?

The neck was cold, and the cold touch made Yehao shudder, and he raised his eyes to look at Yechen.

Yechen's long sword landed on Yehao's neck, looking down at him condescendingly, his sharp gaze like an ice pick, exciting.

"Next time, I'll abolish you!"

Yechen used a slight force on his hand, and a blood mark fell on Yehao's neck.

The bright red blood slowly soaked into the long sword, as if it had been absorbed, and the rust on the sword also faded little by little, flashing with a sharp cold glow.

Yechen didn't notice, and in the next second, his wrist flipped, and the long sword plunged straight into the ground in front of Yehao.

An inch further on, and he's going to be abolished......

There was a strange smell wafting in the air, and Yehao's cowardice was scared.

Disgust crossed Yechen's face and drew his sword.

Yehao shuddered and fled in a panic.

The room was in chaos due to the fight just now, and Yechen put the sword back on the table, only to find that the sword was sharp and shiny.

His brows furrowed slightly, this sword seemed to be rusty before, how did it become so new?

Yechen stared at the sword, his face changing suddenly.

A childish and delicate voice suddenly sounded in the deserted room, and Yechen shuddered, what sound? Won't this house still be haunted?