Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

In the courtyard, the stench of blood from the recent fight had not yet dissipated.


The atmosphere between Wang Anfeng and the other person grew silent.


Previously, Wang Anfeng had spent an unknown amount of effort in finding Meng Yuexue and Chuan Lian. But at this moment, he unexpectedly didn't know what to say.


The grandfather of the girl in front of him had once wanted to kill him to silence him, and her blood-related sect had perished because of him.


Strictly speaking, the two of them were supposed to be sworn enemies deeply entwined in a vendetta.


Meng Yuexue's gaze fell to the side, and she sheathed her longsword back into the sword scabbard. She pursed her lips and said softly,


"I'm going to see my senior brother. Do you want to come, Brother Wang?"


Wang Anfeng nodded. Now, carrying the Mo Blade and dressed as a Jianghu martial artist, he once again spoke in that calm, young voice,


Chapter 38 Chuan Lian Current Situation (3\3)