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Chapter 1580 Xu Ping'an

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    There is an old house on the edge of Tianhe City. The house is small and a bit dilapidated.

    Everyone around knows that there is a couple and their daughter living in this old house. The couple are very old and have injuries on their bodies that have not recovered for many years.

    The couple have a daughter named Xu Ping'an, which looks a bit like a man's name, and judging from the name, the couple must have nothing else to ask but their daughter to be safe and sound.

    However, at this moment, a battle broke out outside the old house.

    A group of people stood proudly above the void, looking indifferently at a woman who was injured in front of her. This woman looked to be in her twenties, and her cultivation was in the realm of a prince. Although she was dressed plainly, she still couldn't hide her outstanding appearance.  .

    It's hard to imagine that the two old people in this old house could give birth to such a beautiful daughter.

    But at this moment Xu Ping'an didn't seem to be feeling well. Her lips were stained red with blood, and her pretty face was pale, but she still held a sword firmly in her hand, a rusty iron sword, dim and dull.  Without a trace of power, it was hard to imagine that such a sword could be used in battle.

    "Xu Ping'an, can you return the things you borrowed from us?" The voice of a burly princely figure was cold. He looked middle-aged and had practiced for many years, but he was still a princely prince. This kind of state might be good in the mortal world.  But in Tianhe City, the main city of Tianhe Realm, he can only be regarded as a marginal figure, and he can't make it to the stage at all.

    After practicing for many years, he is still a prince, unable to break through the hurdle of the sage realm, his state of mind is not good, and his talent is not good. Now, he has forgotten all about it, and only wants to be able to live well in a corner of the Tianhe Realm.

    He fixed his eyes on Xu Ping'an. He was young, beautiful, and talented. He knew the other party's details, better than many people. Many years ago, he would not even have the qualifications to look up to someone like Xu Ping'an.

    But now, it is in his hands.

    "Are you plotting against me?" Xu Ping'an said coldly.

    "What is calculation? If you take something, don't you have to return it?" The middle-aged man said coldly. Xu Ping'an's eyes were cold, but there was a bit of determination in his eyes.

    "If you really can't afford it, how about paying it with someone else?" The middle-aged man said indifferently, and stepped forward, oppressing Xu Ping'an.

    "Get out." Xu Ping'an's eyes were cold, and the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard her words, and then waved his hand. Immediately, a group of people stepped forward, approaching Xu Ping'an, and the breath on his body enveloped him.

    "Ping'an, give them the sword." At this time, an old voice came out, Xu Ping'an turned his head, and saw two old people coming out. The person who spoke was his father, Xu Haoran, with white hair and a face full of bruises.  Wrinkles, as if he was almost seventy years old, and even his eyes were slightly cloudy and not so bright.

    However, looking at the outline of the old man's face, one can vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth, and even though he is so old, he still has an extraordinary temperament.

    "Father." Xu Ping'an turned to look at his father.

    "Give it to them." Xu Haoran said, Xu Ping'an looked a little unwilling.

    "That broken sword in her hand?" The middle-aged man glanced at the rusty iron sword in Xu Pingan's hand, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

    "Old guy, who are you bluffing?" Another person said coldly.

    "The sword that my father left back then, do you want it or not?" The old man said, the pupils of the middle-aged man contracted slightly when he heard his words, and nodded: "Yes."

    Moreover, his eyes were fixed on the sword, and there was a strong sense of greed in his eyes.

    Compared with this sword, beauty is nothing.

    "Ping An, give it to him." The old man said, Xu Ping'an's arms trembled slightly, but seeing her father's eyes, she finally threw the iron sword out. The middle-aged man held it for a moment and glanced at the sword.  Can't see through, but still turned around decisively, said: "Let's go."

    A group of people flickered away quickly, even deliberately avoiding people's sight, but they were reluctant to put away the sword in their hands, and still held it in their hands, as if they wanted to unlock the mystery of the sword.

    "Who?" When they walked into an alley, a dangerous aura suddenly descended. He raised his head and asked, and just as he finished speaking, a sword aura passed through his throat, leaving a bloodstain, not only him, but also the others.  Similarly, the surrounding sword intent directly cuts the throat, like a silk sword.

    The eyes of the group were wide open, with fear and despair written in their eyes, as if they felt the sorrow of the little people again, even when they died, they didn't know how they died.

    A commoner figure wearing a bamboo hat came here, picked up the rusty iron sword, and held it firmly with both hands. His expression was solemn, his eyes were a little red, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

    another placeHe said, Xu Ping'an walked up to Qi Xuanzhang, Qi Xuanzhang looked at her with loving eyes, but also extremely heartbroken.

    He thought of Fei Xue, Fei Xue's previous life was extremely bleak, but he did not expect that Xu Ping'an was also living a miserable and bleak life here, and she was still so young that she was bearing an unbearable burden.

    "Uncle Master." Xu Ping'an called out.

    Qi Xuanzhang nodded heavily. He stretched out his hand to hold Xu Ping'an's hand, put the iron sword in her palm back, and said in a low voice: "This is your grandfather's sword. Your grandfather often said that only after washing away all the lead can one be qualified.  With a sword, your grandfather is full of righteousness, he is a gentleman in the sword, the number one swordsman in the Tianhe Realm."

    Putting the sword in Xu Ping'an's palm, Qi Xuangang turned to face the sky, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times, as if a peerless swordsman appeared there above the sky.

    "Eldest brother, junior brother is back to see you."

    Qi Xuangang's voice was full of sadness, and Xu Ping'an beside him also shed tears when he saw this scene.

    She, Xu Ping'an, was humble all her life, but her grandfather was a gentleman in the sword, a gentleman in the Tianhe world, the king of swords, and the number one swordsman.

    Although, she never looked at her grandfather!

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