The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 81: Sharp Wind.

"First, I never said I came from a cultivator. Second, I have a reason why I had to cripple your sister and she deserves it. Shouldn't you feel grateful to still be able to see him alive?"

" And third, what is the proper name for me?" Yang Jian was still standing with his cold and calm demeanor. " Don't you know my name? And you're still asking about proper mentions? Ah... I really don't understand your mindset, Young Master Weng."

Get angry! That was what Weng felt at the moment, this was truly the greatest humiliation he had ever felt. And the culprit was the same person that had hurt the self-esteem of your family. This is embarrassing for Weng.

"Strike Him!" With angry bulging eyes, clenched hands hard and heightened emotions. Weng stretched out his index finger and pointed at Yang Jian.

"I'll handle this, brother." Jiji said forward while grasping the handle of his sword that was still neatly sheathed on his left waist. However Yang Jian raised his hand, hinting for Jiji not to interfere.

The Mu family guards advanced to face Yang Jian, with each sword in hand, they attacked Yang Jian fearlessly. Because of the idle Yang Jian had no practice at all. However what they did not know, underestimating Yang Jian was the same as underestimating one's own life.

The ten-man Mu Family Guards advanced fearlessly with the tip of the sword eyeing Yang Jian's limbs.

While calculating inwardly, Yang Jian extended one hand into the air. With one hand. Instantly the air seemed to gather in Yang Jian's palm. Then, while moving his hand came sharp winds and darted rapidly against the bodies of the guards of the Mu family.

"Gurghhh!" The shrill sounds and pain greeted the auditory senses of everyone who was in that place. Every flick of Yang Jian's hand then came the wind with a sharpness like a knife and slashed the bodies of the guards.

Fresh blood poured out and soaked the clothes and bodies of the guards. And the incident only lasted a few seconds.

Weng gulped roughly while widening his mouth. Really he never expected that Yang Jian would have this high ability. Being able to change energy was not an easy thing that any cultivator could afford.

But Weng did not want to lose his pride. Seeing Yang Jian not even move from where he stood but being able to injure ten of his subordinates who were at the peak of the warior showed that Yang Jian's abilities were indeed high.

But he did not stay silent, he ordered that the four cultivators standing to his left and right to advance. " What are you waiting for? Quickly catch the young man!" Weng's orders while holding the tremors in his body.

But none of them tried to move, instead looking at each other.

"You are interrupting my time, and disturbing the comfort of many people in this place. What do I do for you to pay for all this?" Said Yang Jian staring at the ten guards who had fallen on the floor while enduring the pain.

The incision scar that Yang Jian gave him was not only a pain in his wounds. But their whole body feels difficult to move.

Hearing Yang Jian's words made their hair bristle, and cold sweat drenched their backs.

"You have ten seconds until you leave this place. Or you'll lose that chance forever." Uncompleted Yang Jian ended his remark, Weng who first ran left the inn and was followed by his four subordinate cultivators.

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His words seemed if he was indeed very interested in Yang Jian, but who was not realized by his two friends. As much as Lin Fan tried to tighten his hand grip that continued to shake from earlier.

The moment he recalled how Yang Jian really did not feed him made Lin Fan tremble slightly. And so did his two friends. Seemed their backs quivering while holding their breath seeing how Yang Jian injured the warior pinnacle cultivator by simply shaking his hand.

"We need to be more careful. We do not know the extent of Yang Jian's strength. If we make the wrong move just once, maybe our lives will be at stake. " Say one of Lin Fan's friends.

"I don't understand much about the ability and prowess of a cultivator. Is that young man more powerful than Senior Lin?" Ask Lin Fan's other friend.

" Yes! Seen by the way. Perhaps he was already at the peak of the master cultivator." Said Lin Fan with a trembling voice.

"With such a young age?" Although Lin Fan's friend had predicted it, but hearing directly from their senior made them unable to contain the shock. Lin Fan's practice was now at the peak level of a master cultivator, but at the age of hundreds of years with looks like he was still twenty-five years old. He was a genius in the sect.

Hearing how Lin Fan praised the young man who still hadn't stepped on twenty years made his two friends stiff and hard to believe.

"Is it possible that he used false knowledge to defend his youth? I don't feel like she's that young?" One of Lin Fan's friends gave an opinion. It is true, today it has become commonplace if a cultivator studies black magic in order to maintain his youth.

" Fool gong! Not all youth can be defended only by false science. The level of purity of one's qi as well as herbs and pills of youth and beauty had become commonplace in the world of cultivators. Don't you know about that?" Lin Fan replied lazily clucking while staring at his friend named Gong.

"Rather than wasting time at a brothel, you should spend your time studying and reading books. I think your brain is a little frozen." Said Lin Fan's friend who included never thinking before speaking.

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"What's going on? Why did the dragon become like this?"

Yang Jian stepped quickly towards the dragon crystal. High-voltage electricity swirled across the crystal surface.

The color of the crystal as red as blood began to melt a little and drip slowly to the ground, but the water seemed endless and continued to drip followed by a flow of electricity that was also red.

"Far away with a radius of two hundred meters from this place." Said Yang Jian in a loud voice.

Yang Jian, Jiji and Yiyi began to prepare to gather qi in both of his palms to alleviate the dragon pain within the crystal. Something stopped their movement.

'Cetarrr!'