Parrot Bites Tongue

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters.
Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia?
The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms...
Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening.
Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

The Lord who use immortals as food

As Pei Ye opened his eyes in bed, what came into his sight were the gray and ancient timbers of the ceiling, horizontally and vertically intersected.


Such a familiar scene brings a feeling of comfort, as if everything maintains as usual, and their town was just haunted by heavy rain yesterday.


But give it some thought, these past dozens of days truly had been stuffed with too many complicated affairs.


Pei Ye got out of bed. No matters how desperate the situation was, it would eventually pass. After everything returns to tranquility, the surviving ones still have to continue on their own paths.


The Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition of Bo Wangzhou will start on the seventh day of September, merely twenty days from today. He needed to kick-start the preparation for it.


Chapter 11 Martial Arts Hall_1