Multifunctional Sword Cultivation Starts from Taxi

It's not surprising that he didn't know. The flying sword has a special landing point. If he didn't meet him at the landing point, he naturally didn't know that he could fly the sword. After collecting the sword, he put the flying sword in his arms. If he didn't touch it, he would definitely not find it.

What's more, cultivators generally don't live in this kind of apartment building. The population is too dense. Judging by himself, Zhang Yun must have thought that he was just an ordinary person, and an ordinary person with a thin body.

The person who was cursing upstairs ran down, and Ye Zhe also understood why Zhang Yun asked him to leave quickly. That was a 1.9-meter-tall strong man, with arms as thick as Ye Zhe's thighs and fists as big as casseroles. If Ye Zhe was an ordinary person, one punch would break his bones.

"Okay, Zhang Yun, you ignore me and then find such a pretty boy!? Today I'll let you know..." While cursing, the strong man's fist hit Ye Zhe's face.

"No!" Zhang Yun closed her eyes and pushed hard against the strong man's fist, not thinking about whether her small body would fly away if it was touched. She just instinctively didn't want to harm innocent people.

At this moment, Zhang Yun felt extremely wronged. She hadn't provoked anyone, but just because of this face, she provoked such a barbaric person. Why? It would be better to just scratch her face.

The strong man's cursing voice stopped abruptly, and Zhang Yun didn't feel the fist rubbed her. She opened her eyes in confusion and was surprised to see Ye Zhe's not-so-strong arm resisting the strong man's fist as big as a casserole, and it didn't move at all.

Ye Zhe was also surprised: "Zhang Yun, isn't this your husband?" At first he thought it was domestic violence, but from what the strong man said, they were not husband and wife.

The word husband made Zhang Yun blush instantly, and she waved her hands quickly: "No, no, no, I have nothing to do with him, I just met him at work."

Ye Zhe was so surprised that his eyes widened. He chased Zhang Yun home just after seeing her at work, and forcibly occupied Zhang Yun as if she were his private property. He even wanted to beat people who talked to her. Is this crazy? Is this still a society ruled by law?

The sturdy man looked at his fist in disbelief, as if it was held by an iron clamp. He tried his best to use several times but it didn't move at all. Looking at Ye Zhe's not-so-strong but well-proportioned body, the sturdy man slowly realized a terrible fact, and his face turned pale: "You...you...are you a cultivator?"

Ye Zhe pressed the sturdy man's wrist with his backhand, and the sturdy man immediately felt an irresistible force, which made him lean forward. Ye Zhe raised his hand and slapped the sturdy man's face hard, hitting him against the wall.

As a cultivator, Ye Zhe is only the first level of foundation building, but he can already fly with a sword and soar through the sky and earth. He is completely different from ordinary people without cultivation.

When flying with a sword, you have to withstand overspeed overload. If Ye Zhe's body is still as fragile as an ordinary person, he will faint with an acceleration. So don't look at him as tall and thin, his physical strength and power are much stronger than ordinary people.

Ye Zhe's slap not only hit the sturdy man's face, but also hit Zhang Yun's heart, shocking her heart: So powerful, is this a cultivator?

The sturdy man who had entangled her so much that she wanted to disfigure herself was slapped by Ye Zhe and was dizzy like a dog and couldn't stand up. Is this the power of a cultivator?

The slapped man's head seemed to have opened a water and land dojo, and there was a clanging sound. After finally recovering, he felt a chill on his neck.

He opened his eyes and saw a palm-sized flying sword wandering around his neck and head. From time to time, there was a sword light flickering. Outside the sword light, the hair broke one after another. Soon, the sturdy man's head was cut into pieces, like a dog chewing.

Ye Zhe said lightly: "I am a cultivator, and the sword cultivator with the worst temper. What did you call me just now? Pretty boy? Your offense makes me very angry. I decided to cut off something from your body as compensation."

The strong man was so scared that he almost peed. He didn't care about the dizziness and headache. He turned over and knelt down to beg for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm blind, I didn't mean it, please spare me, spare me."

Among the many professions of cultivators, the brave and fierce sword cultivators give people the impression of having the worst temper. Alchemists save the dying and the wounded, weapon refiners invent and create, and spirit plant husbands expand planting and increase production. What about sword cultivators? Fighting and sword fighting.

Sword cultivators who are famous for fighting and sword fighting have a much greater deterrent effect on ordinary people than other professions. They can easily scare people to pee. Feeling the coldness wandering against the skin, the strong man is afraid that it will penetrate into the body at any time, or cut off a part of his body.

The strong man who was begging for mercy felt the chill begin to move to a certain part of his body, and his sphincter loosened immediately, and he really peed.

"Fuck." The moment the smell of foul smell rose to the sky, Ye Zhe cursed out, and turned his hand around, wrapped the strong man with spiritual power, and threw him out before the liquid dripped onto the ground, directly from the stairwell on the third floor.

If he really peed in the stairwell, it would be so shameful.

The strong man screamed as he was thrown out, thinking that he would be seriously injured if he didn't die from such a high fall, but he didn't get hurt when he fell. He didn't have time to think too much, and he crawled and rolled up and ran away.

Looking at the other person's back from upstairs, Zhang Yun felt relieved as if a big stone had been removed from his heart. He bowed deeply to Ye Zhe with his hands in front of him and said sincerely: "Thank you."

Ye Zhe heard a variety of emotions in these three simple words.

Shaking his head, Ye Zhe asked: "What happened? Why did he hit you?" Looking at the palm print on Zhang Yun's face again, it became more obvious after the passage of time.

Ye Zhe formed a sword with his hands, made a few gestures in the air, formed a talisman out of thin air, and pressed it on Zhang Yun's face.

Zhang Yun only felt a coolness spread from her face, and immediately she no longer felt the burning tightness. She took out her portable mirror and looked at it, and found that most of the palm prints had disappeared.

This magical effect made Zhang Yun stunned and couldn't help but sigh: "I have heard that monks have many magical methods before, but I have never experienced it personally. I didn't expect it to be so magical. If I have this ability, I will be able to do it in the future." I’m not afraid of dark circles under my eyes if I sleep too late.”

"There are even more magical things, such as revitalizing skin, regenerating muscles, and regenerating amputated limbs. Unfortunately, I am not a student of talismans. I only know these few tricks." Ye Zhe said with a smile, almost bursting out laughing, and melted away silt. Fu was actually thought of by her to eliminate dark circles?

The stasis-removing talisman and the bleeding-stopping talisman are tricks that almost all monks will learn. After all, don’t touch them too much when practicing. You can’t run to the clinic every day. Learn a few tricks to defend yourself and save yourself. It is as common as ordinary people learning to use gauze.

"Thank you for saving me. I have been pestered by him many times, and this time he came to visit me. If I hadn't met you, I might have had to move away." Zhang Yun bowed again and thanked her sincerely.

"What is your relationship with him? Why is he pestering you? I thought he was your husband." Ye Zhe was puzzled.

Even if he was given ten days and ten nights, he probably wouldn't be able to figure out why an ordinary person would have the guts to pester and occupy others. Oh my God, this is a world of monks, and there are law enforcers. Aren't you afraid that Zhang Yun will call the police?

Zhang Yun blushed and waved her hands hurriedly: "No, no, no, he is not my husband. I am not married yet. I just met him a few times at work."

"Not married? No, you told me last time that you were married." Ye Zhe said in surprise.

Zhang Yun glanced at Ye Zhe sheepishly and bowed again.

Ye Zhe understood now that he had been deceived last time. Unmarried girls living alone claimed to be married as a means of self-protection. They were probably afraid of being harassed, especially by neighbors, because most of them could only do it if they got entangled. The girls move to end it.

"It should be." Ye Zhe said understandingly: "A woman should really be careful outside."

"Alas." Zhang Yun sighed: "No matter how careful you are, it's useless. There's nothing you can do when you encounter a messy person. I even wanted to ask him what he likes about me, but I changed."

"Haha, what you said is really interesting. Why didn't you call the police?" Ye Zhe asked with a smile.

"The police were called. When the law enforcement officers came, he stood far away and did not make any threatening moves. Moreover, he did not touch me. He just beat those who came into contact with me. The person who was beaten called the police and arrested him. , and he was let go again after a few days. He won't be able to stand for long after fighting each other. It would be great if you could break his legs just now," Zhang Yun sighed.

Ye Zhe's eyes were opened a lot after hearing this. How many ways are there to dare to mess around? But breaking the legs is not enough: "The monk's crime of injuring an ordinary person will be increased by one level, unless he is in the wild and I put a sack on him."

"Anyway, thank you very much." Zhang Yun bowed.

Ye Zhe quickly waved his hand: "You're too polite. It's a trivial matter, so you don't need to bow down."

Zhang Yun showed an embarrassed expression: "I'm used to it. I'm sorry. Others say the same thing. Talking to me is like going to a funeral. I'm sorry."

Several black lines appeared on Ye Zhe's forehead. As he said this, was he the one who was raped?

A good person will fight to the end and be sent to the west. Ye Zhe said: "If he comes to pester you again, call me at any time and I will help you get rid of him. But I am often not at home. If you want him to have no time to pester you, give this If you send a message to the number, they will accept the kind of commission that is very uncomfortable.”

Ye Zhe took out a card and handed it to Zhang Yun. On it was a series of numbers and names—Jieyou Club.

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