Martial Arts Crossover: Inheriting the Legacy of the Human Sword Saint! Li Hanyi Confesses Her Love

It is clearly the back view of a woman.

Could it be Li Hanyi?

Ye Ruoyi trembled instantly, her red lips were bitten and bled, but she was still completely unaware.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes showed pain.

Li Hanyi!

It's Li Hanyi again!!!

Ye Ruoyi's mind went blank, and a loud hum lingered for a long time.

For so many years.

She has always been infatuated with Ye Fan.

She had been silently observing Ye Fan's every move.

Ye Fan's many years of hardship and suffering.

Perseverance and patience.

The trials and tribulations endured in order to make progress.

Every single detail was meticulously remembered by Ye Ruoyi.

She would even feel her heart clench every time she saw Ye Fan injured.

It was as if she had also been hurt, and she felt the pain as if it were her own.

I've been away from home for so many years.

So many years on Wangjian Mountain!

So much time has been spent!

So much effort went into this!

All this is so that I can catch up with Li Hanyi's pace.

But what about Li Hanyi?

But he never really took a good look at his brother.

They never looked back.

The relationship between the two has become more than just one of chasing each other.

Li Hanyi's aloofness.

She kept people at arm's length.

Her noble status.

Even though my brother has reached this point.

Yet they still looked down on Ye Fan!

Li Hanyi!

She is not good enough for her brother!

Sorrow was evident in Ye Ruoyi's eyes.

suddenly.

Just as she was watching Ye Fan paint.

In the dark.

She seemed to see the woman in the painting.

The lines on his body actually revealed some faint, slightly glowing meridians that were almost invisible if you didn't look closely.

That is! ! !

Ye Ruoyi's beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed into sharp points.

Subconsciously, she circulated her internal energy according to the order of those meridians.

The next moment!!!

Her breath hitched!

My injured meridians are actually repairing themselves little by little!

this! ! !

How can this be? ? ?

Two lines of clear tears.

It slid down Ye Ruoyi's pretty face!

pat, pat.

Like a string of pearls, they fell into the pool, creating tiny ripples.

It startled the fish that were swimming around.

There's now a way to restore my severely damaged meridians!

For Ye Ruoyi, nothing could be more exciting than this!

To know!

Even Mo Yi, who is known as the number one immortal overseas.

It is said that her meridians have been so severely damaged that they can no longer be repaired.

As a result, they will live in pain for the rest of their lives!

but!

I gaze at the figure depicted in my brother's writing.

And those veins and arteries.

Ye Ruoyi was pleasantly surprised to find that she was circulating her internal energy along her meridians.

It can actually restore damaged meridians!

but……

Why did this happen?

Could it be that my brother knows about the trauma I have suffered?

Was this painting specially commissioned?

In other words.

The figure drawn on the paper is not actually Li Hanyi.

Or is it oneself?

This painting was made by my elder brother.

Is the real purpose to help repair one's meridians?

Think of this.

Ye Ruoyi was overjoyed and tears streamed down her face.

She covered her pretty face, feeling a burning sensation.

My brother hasn't forgotten me!

He's trying to help himself in his own way!

Ye Ruoyi wiped away her tears, a resolute glint in her eyes.

I absolutely cannot let my brother down!

As Ye Fan's silhouette gradually took shape, it became a visible form.

The underlying structure is becoming increasingly clear.

Following the directions above, Ye Ruoyi began to seriously use her internal energy to walk.

……

On Wangjian Mountain.

Ye Fan picked up his brush and began to paint rapidly on the white Xuan paper.

He frowned and squinted.

Different Taoist principles are outlined on it with lines.

Some of these lines resemble the meandering of a great river.

Some are like trickling streams.

Intertwined and crisscrossed.

Sometimes it resembles the eight extraordinary meridians of a person, and sometimes it resembles the crisscrossing rivers and lakes of heaven and earth.