Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 316 Bureau
He suddenly realized that he had made a fatal mistake. The second-ranked disciple who had won the Thirty-Six Peaks Arena had eyes that seemed gentle but could see through his back, which was soaked with cold sweat under his three layers of inner shirt.

"Junior Brother Chen seems a bit anxious. Should I ask him what's going on before taking action?"

Chen Hong couldn't help but force a smile.

"Senior Brother Xu is right. I was indeed a bit too eager..."

Xu Yunfan lowered his eyelids, ignoring Chen Hong's hesitant expression, and turned his gaze to Chiang Ching-kuo.

The Sword Pavilion disciple, dressed as a scholar, now had a ferocious expression. His originally handsome features were twisted into a look of resentment and hatred, and the hatred emanating from his eyes made the temperature on the third floor drop by three degrees.

The chilling aura emanating from between his teeth, coupled with his slightly trembling fingertips, made him resemble a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

"Have we met?"

Xu Yunfan gently pinched the dark blue-black hilt of the Shaking Mountain and Suppressing Sea Hammer with his fingers. The dark patterns on the hammer body flickered in and out with the flow of energy.

Chiang Ching-kuo suddenly let out a shrill laugh like an owl.

"Xu Yunfan, you're too arrogant. Someone will deal with you. Without the Dao Sect, you're nothing. Jade Capital City isn't a place you can just come and go as you please."

After saying this, Chiang Ching-kuo's face turned pale, his head lolled to the side, and he fell silent.

died? !
Xu Yunfan's brows furrowed suddenly, and his knuckles struck the mouth of the Shaking Mountain and Suppressing Sea Hammer, producing a clear and melodious sound. This true disciple of the Sword Pavilion actually used the "Jade Severing Technique" to sever his own heart meridian. Such a fierce and resolute approach of self-destruction was something that even Xu Yunfan, who had experienced countless battles, had never expected.

Chen Hong's expression changed slightly. He quickly stepped forward, checked Chen Hong's breathing and pulse, and turned back with a grave expression.

"Senior Brother Xu... he's dead."

"My son!!"

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from downstairs, the sound wave carrying a sharp force that severed the railing on the third floor.

A gray shadowy figure soared into the air like a ghost, shattering the wooden steps wherever it passed.

The newcomer had white hair and a bristling aura; the long sword in his hand emitted a blinding blue light.

The Dao Sect disciple beside him had a slight change in expression: "It's Jiang Tianyang, the Third Elder of the Sword Pavilion, a master of the Refining Organs Realm."

When the old man's withered fingers touched Chiang Ching-kuo's still-warm brow, the entire restaurant suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

He trembled as he slowly moved away from his son's neck, looking at the broken sword in Chiang Ching-kuo's hand. After gently picking it up, Chiang Tien-yang's lips trembled.

The moment the shattered sword turned to ashes in his palm, the lanterns that had been lit around him suddenly went out, and only the twelve blood grooves on the longsword in the old man's hand lit up with a scarlet light.

"What a fine... true disciple of the Daoist sect!"

Jiang Tianyang's words seemed to be ground out from between his teeth, and his face, covered with age spots, was now as ferocious as a demon.

His hunched body suddenly straightened, and seven phantom swords formed from condensed qi appeared behind him.

"The Seven Killing Sword?!"

One of the secret martial arts of the Sword Pavilion, the Killing Sword, is extremely popular in the martial arts world.

In recent days, he has also made up for his lack of knowledge about various schools of thought.

Xu Yunfan's expression remained calm and composed, with only a third of his gaze fixed on the seemingly crazed Jiang Tianyang, while the remaining seven parts of his gaze swept across every corner of the buildings surrounding Changfeng Restaurant like a hawk.

"What a elaborate scheme, what a grand scheme."

He pressed his tongue against his palate and sneered silently. The connection between Chiang Ching-kuo's suicide and Chiang Tien-yang's timely appearance was too exquisite.
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Three hundred feet away, a three-story waterside pavilion with upturned eaves stands quietly on the bank of a tributary of the Jade River. Its style of green tiles and red railings is exactly the same as that of the hundreds of official waterside pavilions in the city. From this tricky angle that just allows a glimpse of the third floor of the Changfeng Restaurant, the carved window lattices are half-hidden by the Xiangfei bamboo curtains, and the copper bells on the eaves remain motionless in the twilight.

No one could tell that this observation deck, which blends seamlessly with the surrounding buildings, currently houses several figures whose presence is extremely restrained.

The air inside the waterside pavilion was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and several figures were hidden in the dappled light and shadow cast by the bamboo curtains.

One of the effeminate men lightly tapped the jade teacup with his fingertips, and the teacup reflected faint ripples of energy emanating from the direction of the Changfeng Restaurant.

"Brother Chen, do you think Xu Yunfan is a match for Jiang Tianyang?"

The man's soft, feminine voice was like silk soaked in ice water.

Chen Yu stroked the jade beads in his hand, a cold laugh mixed in with the sound of the beads clashing together.

"According to information from within the Dao Sect, this person, at the Marrow Cleansing Realm, has defeated several Dao Sons at the Organ Refining Realm... even Chu Cangming was defeated by this person."

He then changed the subject: "However, the arena is not a matter of life and death. Jiang Tianyang has been immersed in the Refining Internal Organs Realm for sixty years. In a life-or-death battle, I wonder if Xu Yunfan can withstand it."

"boom!"

The man in black robes in the northeast corner nodded and said, "The arena is not a place of life and death after all! Jiang Tianyang touched the threshold of refining internal organs and transforming strength into qi sixty years ago. In recent years, with the help of the Jiang family's resources, he has probably already cultivated the 'Sword Pavilion Secret Manual' to the 'Rainbow Transformation' level!"

"interesting."

A hoarse female voice came from the window, revealing half a burned face beneath a silver mask: "I bet three Dragon Tiger Golden Pills that Xu Yunfan won't last thirty breaths."

She flicked the pipe in her hand with her fingertips. "Back then, that old dog used the Seven Kill Sword move to kill three people who had reached the Great Perfection of Internal Organ Refinement in Suspended State. It was a huge success and attracted the attention of the martial arts world."

The hunchbacked old man, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

"Xu Yunfan is a genius, a genius among geniuses, who has mastered the marrow in just two years."

The young man in the brocade robe in the darkest corner suddenly chuckled. He was playing with the bronze waist tag that was unique to the servants of the Jiang family. The number on the tag, "Bingxu 76", was the identity tag that Xu Yunfan had worn in the Jiang family back then.

"If it doesn't work this time, there's always next time. If it doesn't work next time, there's always the time after that. Eventually, he'll be caught off guard and die on the spot."
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Changfeng Restaurant has become a ruin on its third floor.
Jiang Tianyang's emaciated body suddenly straightened, and the seven illusory sword shadows behind him solidified into reality, while the twelve blood grooves on the Broken Jade Sword burst forth with dazzling scarlet light.

With one step, the entire three-story floor of the Changfeng Restaurant cracked inch by inch, and spiderweb-like cracks spread from the column bases to the load-bearing beams, which groaned under the weight.

"Seven Kills, Soul Slaughter!"

Before the sword even arrived, the chilling sword energy had already transformed into seven blood-red giant pythons that were tearing at it.

Xu Yunfan's feet sank three inches into the ground, and the Mountain-Shaking and Sea-Suppressing Hammer stood in front of him, its dark patterns illuminating the phantom image of mountains.

When the first sword energy struck the hammer, his forearm muscles tightened like steel wire, and his pure Yang true energy condensed into crimson gold patterns under his skin, forcefully dispersing the sword energy.

The aftershocks swept across the room, and the carved screen in the next room snapped in two with a "crack".

The opponent's strength was a bit too light!

Xu Yunfan's heart stirred slightly.

Jiang Tianyang's sword style suddenly changed. His second sword, "Po Jun," rose from below, and where the sword tip passed, frost crystals condensed in the air.

Xu Yunfan's expression remained unchanged. He lowered his waist and turned his hips, striking down with his double hammers in a crisscross motion. The moment the hammers and swords collided, his shoulder blades emitted a snapping sound like a bowstring, which was the "Mountain Collapse Stance" of the "Thousand-Pound Mountain-Shaking Hammer Technique".

The shockwave exploded, and the octagonal table between the two collapsed with a crash, splinters of wood embedding themselves into the surrounding beams and pillars like arrows.

(End of this chapter)