Second Senior Brother Fengyun

Inside a rented room, all sorts of household garbage were scattered all over the floor, especially beer bottles and canned Pepsi. Next were empty braised beef noodle boxes. If a stranger walked in at this time, he would definitely point and say without hesitation, "Loser." And believe it or not, the owner of this room really is a complete loser. His real name is Yan Lin, a third-year student at a third-rate university. At this crucial moment of graduation and employment, while everyone else is busy looking for jobs, he's comfortably lounging on the only somewhat classy sofa in the room, wearing floral shorts and with his legs crossed. However, this sofa is in such a sorry state, riddled with holes and dents, looking like it's been chewed by a dog. It makes you wonder if he picked it up from the street! The flip-flops that had already slipped off one side perfectly accentuated his loser status. However, nothing is absolute. This utterly loser actually possessed a face that could charm countless young women. This is unbelievable, it's not scientific at all. "Damn! Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun are too weak. They have to go to such lengths for a mere Xiong Ba. If it were me, I could take care of him with a flick of my toe. Why would I need to go through all this trouble?" Yan Lin, a slacker, suddenly stood up from the sofa and pointed at the laptop screen in front of him, which was playing "Storm Riders". He said arrogantly. Don't be fooled rby Yan Lin's arrogant words. Actually, it's just naked jealousy. You little brat, just be envious if you want, but you refuse to admit it. If you don't like watching, then don't watch. Who's forcing you to watch or what? To be honest, Yan Lin is a pretty good person. At least he's a decent person. He doesn't have any other hobbies, but he's particularly fond of martial arts. He often fantasizes about being a great hero before going to sleep, roaming the martial arts world with his sword and dagger to earn a great reputation. Ever since watching "Storm Riders," Yan Lin has been deeply attracted to it and has watched it eight times. "Sigh!" Yan Lin sighed deeply, then muttered to himself, "If I, Yan Lin, were born into the world of Fengyun, how wonderful that would be! I would at least be on par with Wuming, right?" As the saying goes, "Don't be a show-off, or you'll get struck by lightning!" A thick purple arc of electricity shot out from the laptop, instantly enveloping Yan Lin. It happened so suddenly that Yan Lin was stunned. The purple arc of electricity contracted and easily pulled Yan Lin into the computer screen. Just as he was about to be pulled in, Yan Lin only had time to say, "Damn it, you're so foul-mouthed." "Ouch! That hurts!" Yan Lin opened his eyes and saw a courtyard. He was a little confused. Wasn't he in his rented room? How did he end up here? He shook his head and felt a little more awake. He looked around again, but what he saw almost made his faint. Corpses, human corpses everywhere, adults, the elderly, and children, their deaths extremely gruesome, some decapitated, others missing limbs, blood flowing everywhere, it was simply a living hell. Yan Lin, a modern person, had never seen such a scene before, and immediately collapsed to the ground and vomited. "Yan Bufan, you are already seriously injured, why don't you surrender?" A powerful male voice came from inside the door, interspersed with the sounds of weapons clashing and fighting. As a gamer who often plays games all night, how could Yan Lin not hear it? He immediately lay down on the ground again and pretended to be dead. He even grabbed a handful of blood from the ground and smeared it on his face. This shows how experienced he is. He is indeed a veteran gamer who has watched almost all martial arts dramas. Yan Lin lay motionless on the ground, extremely nervous, but still couldn't help but open his eyes a tiny crack, staring intently at the door in front of him. Only now did Yan Lin realize that the houses here were all in the ancient style, made entirely of wood, and the corpses on the ground were all wearing ancient clothes, making Yan Lin wonder if he had traveled to ancient times. With a loud bang, the red-lacquered door flew out in two, crashing heavily to the ground and breaking apart. Yan Lin's eyes narrowed sharply at the sight. What the hell was going on? Immediately afterwards, a man rushed out of the house. He was wearing a red brocade robe, but his hair was disheveled and his clothes were tattered, making him look extremely disheveled. Yan Lin did not care about these things. At this moment, Yan Lin's gaze was deeply attracted by the red longsword that the red-clothed man was tightly gripping. "Could this be a martial arts world?" The scenes that Yan Lin had witnessed since waking up forced him to think in this direction. The corpses scattered on the ground were definitely real, no doubt about it. And the door that had been split in two and flown far away was just a common scene in martial arts novels. Slowly, Yan Lin felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Yes, it was excitement. No one would understand Yan Lin's obsession with martial arts novels, which made him forget even that he was in danger. Almost simultaneously, another person rushed out of the house. Dressed in white with long hair, he wielded a menacing ghost-head saber. The man in white was probably around thirty years old. After rushing out of the house, he faced off against the man in red who had rushed out earlier. After exchanging glances, the man in white spoke first: "Yan Bufan, how does it feel to be knocked down three steps away? Does it feel like your heart is about to be torn to pieces?" "Hmph! I never thought that you, Blood Drinker Skull Blood Dark Sky, would be such a despicable person, only capable of using such underhanded methods." The man in red pressed his abdomen tightly, clearly saying exactly what the man in white had said. Despite Yan Bufan's insults, Xue Antian remained unperturbed, saying, "If it weren't for Chief Xiong's foresight in giving me the rare poison 'Three Steps Down,' I fear I would have returned empty-handed today. Junjian's reputation is indeed well-deserved." "Hmph! Xue Antian, you are a well-known figure in the martial arts world, how could you side with Xiong Ba and become his wicked lackey?" "A wise man knows when to yield, Yan Bufan. I advise you to obediently join the Xiong Gang. With your reputation in the Jianghu, the Xiong Gang will definitely give you an important position. You can have whatever you want then. Why not?" Xue Antian tried to persuade Yan Bufan. "To think that I, Yan, would serve the World Society as their henchman and a wicked lackey is utterly delusional. Today you even wiped out my entire family. I, Yan Bufan, swear I will never let you get away with this! Flowing Cloud Sword Technique!" Yan Bufan's eyes were filled with hatred as he wildly swung his sword, unleashing his signature Flowing Cloud Sword Technique as he charged towards Xue Antian. "Hmph, stubbornly persistent." Knowing that persuasion was hopeless, Xue Antian had no choice but to use all his strength to deal with Yan Bufan. Before coming, Xiong Ba had already given the order that anyone who did not surrender would be killed without mercy. Therefore, Xue Antian naturally went all out, and every move was a killing move that left no room for retreat. Xue Antian's swordsmanship was extremely cunning and fast as lightning. If it were the prime-age Jun Jian Yan Bufan, he would naturally not be afraid. However, at this time, he was poisoned by a strange poison that caused him to fall three steps away, resulting in a heart-wrenching pain. Therefore, Yan Bufan's swordsmanship had flaws everywhere. The two fought fiercely, their movements back and forth. After more than thirty moves, Xue Antian found an opening, and Ghost Blade moved behind Yan Bufan, slashing him with forty consecutive blows. Thus, the leader of the Monarch Sword Sect perished in Yan Family Village. "Blood-drinking skulls, blood darkening the sky? Overlord? This is the world of Fengyun!" Yan Lin, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, was extremely excited. Damn it, this really is a martial arts world, and it is the world of Fengyun that he has been thinking about day and night. Yan Lin heard Yan Bufan and Xue Antian's conversation clearly and understood it perfectly. As someone who had watched "Storm Riders" eight times, how could Yan Lin not know the name of Xue Antian, the Blood-Drinking Skull? This wasn't because Xue Antian was particularly powerful, but because in the first episode of "Storm Riders," it was this Blood-Drinking Skull, Xue Antian, and another member of the World Society named Leng Bufang who wiped out the entire Huo family. As for Yan Bufan, who was fighting Xue Antian to a standstill, Yan Lin had never heard of him. There was no such person as Yan Bufan, the Sovereign Sword, in "Storm Riders." This made Yan Lin wonder if this was really the world of "Storm Riders."