Chapter 507

The four reached out their hands at the same time, and the long sword came out of its scabbard with a "miso".

Liu Cheng walked out of the door. His windbreaker moved with the wind. His face was elegant and handsome, with only one eye. The vicissitudes of life were revealed in his calm indifference.

When the wind suddenly rose, Liu Cheng fiercely raised his eyes, bent his legs and bent down. With the help of his powerful palm on the ground, the whole person jumped up, jumped onto the eaves and went straight out of the street along the eaves!

The mutation was only in an instant. Liu Cheng was fast, and the speed of the four people was not slow.

After him, he turned out of the wall and pointed his long sword to the ground. Their robes were snow-white. They stood on both sides of the road and said coldly, "since you return home, you should know what you are facing. Come back with us and I'll save your life."

Liu Chengli ignored it, his face was cold and Su, and rushed out quickly.

"Liu Cheng, don't drink without penalty!"

The first woman raised her white palm and suddenly turned out her strength. In her palm, she breathed out red flames and roared away like a fire dragon. Liu Cheng suddenly sidled over and narrowly avoided the blow.

However, his speed was also clamped down. The robed man who had never spoken stepped on the ground, jumped up in the air, turned a somersault and stood firmly in front of Liu Cheng, blocking his way.

Liu Chengjian had no way out. He simply stopped, lost his left hand behind him, turned around faintly, smiled gracefully, and his cool words fell in the wind.

"The noble ancient martial aristocratic family is so aggressive that four people bully me, a weak scholar. Isn't it shameless?"

Yan Ruyu was so angry that she laughed. The long sword was lost behind her back. Her eyebrows and eyes were stained with frost. "Liu Cheng, who is more shameless?"

Liu Cheng smiled: "it's you naturally."

Yan Ruyu knew that she couldn't say anything but Liu Cheng's gun. The long sword pointed at him from a distance: "I ask you, where's qilinzi?"

"Qilinzi has traveled all over the world for a long time. Shouldn't you know this better than me?" Liu Cheng touched his chin and snapped his fingers, "Oh, I forgot. Your Yan family don't have a good mind. I'm sorry."

Liu Cheng's words were full of thorns. Yan Ruyu was unwilling to show weakness. He also smiled sarcastically, "are you mentally disabled if you like the Yan family who are hard to use?"

"Even my own children are crowned with my Yan family name. You are ridiculous."

Liu Cheng's smile faded a little, his eyebrows were cold, and his voice faded to almost indifference. "I can't do things without you."

Yan Ruyu sneered. His slender fingers knocked on the long sword and made a sharp buzzing, "if you don't want to say now, go with me to Yan's house and kneel down and say!"

"Take him down!"

The four jumped up at the same time. The light reflected by the blade was colder than the moonlight, and the majestic evil spirit was close to Liu Cheng.

Chinese martial arts have been handed down since ancient times. Masters of all dynasties have simplified their practice. Ancient martial arts from generation to generation can be called a national treasure.

However, in ancient China, martial arts were the same as crafts. There were rules that children were not passed on to women, and people were not passed on to their families.

The rule of only passing on closed door disciples led to the loss of many ancient martial arts.

Today's Ancient Wushu still includes a variety of categories, such as internal skill, boxing, leg technique, sword technique, knife technique, stick technique, lightness skill, etc.

The Yan family is the head of the ancient martial family in the hidden world. It has a profound heritage. It is the top family in the imperial capital. They dare not confront it head-on.

The Yan family are best at swordsmanship and lightness. They can't catch anyone they want.

Liu Cheng stood in the center of the four people's sword Qi, Shua pulled out the soft sword from his waist, and his eyebrows frowned tightly.

He knew it would be bad to come back!