During the whole banquet, everyone was surrounding Mr. Fei, but in fact, the old man preferred to talk to Long Fushi, especially on the theoretical knowledge of alchemy. The bigger.
Everyone is not a fool, and they can all see that Mr. Fei likes Long Fu Shi very much, and she herself has a very high talent for alchemy. However, Long Fu Shi refused the olive branch offered without even thinking about it.
"I'm here with Qingyun. It won't be too late for me to go when he is promoted to the second palace."
"What a characterful little girl~"
Mr. Fei calmly took a sip of the pot of spiritual tea that Alian had brewed for him. There was no trace of disappointment on his smiling face, and only a little guilt and warmth arose in the young man's heart.
At the end, the content of everyone's chat gradually turned to the grievances between Qingyun and the Pan family. Feng Ziyu, who was drunk, noisily asked why Qingyun was cared about by Pan Yueren.
Including Long Fushi and Alian, they only thought that Qingyun would only be chased by Pan Lingnian at most, but unexpectedly, he triggered the head of the Pan family, a powerful person in the spirit-returning realm, to come out of seclusion.
After getting along with each other for a few days, Qingyun could clearly feel that Fei Lao seemed to have an extraordinary care for him, but the more the other party acted like this, the deeper his guard became.
But after thinking about it for a long time, Fang Cihang, who happened to be too drunk and in poor health, was helped by Yan Jiu to leave first. Seeing that the room was full of people who knew the inside story, Qingyun simply stopped covering it up.
He stood up and left the round table, took a deep breath, and then with a flash of red light and darkness all over his body, the ancient black sword shaped like a long stick easily cut through Qingyun's palm, and appeared in front of everyone with a burst of blood mist.
"This sword...you keep this sword in your body?"
Fei Lao could tell something was wrong with Zang Feng at a glance.
"Yes, Mr. Fei, students are also forced to do so for some reasons."
"I learned a method of observing people from my master, which can tell a person's evil aura. It seems that the evil aura on your body comes from this sword."
He did not inquire into the details, and Qingyun himself would not explicitly state the origin of the evil spirit, but Mr. Fei still warned him kindly:
"The treasures warmed and nourished in the Dantian can mutually benefit the monks, but if they are raised with the body, tsk... Qingyun, you should be careful and extremely vigilant!"
"Thank you Mr. Fei for reminding me, students will definitely keep it in mind!"
The young master said gratefully, and then he briefly told everyone about the specific situation of that day. Now that the knowledgeable Mr. Fei was here, he wanted to find out what was going on with the black light that exuded a boundless evil aura. .
And under the influence of alcohol, Feng Ziyu boldly stepped forward and took a look at Zang Feng.
She wanted to pick it up without Qingyun's permission. Unexpectedly, just as the young master let go, she accidentally killed him with the sword.
Fortunately, Shu Tong had quick eyes and quick hands and caught him by the waist, otherwise Young Master Yu would have fallen out of his head today.
"What kind of sword is this! Why is it so heavy!"
Feng Ziyu blushed slightly and pushed Shutong away, brushing the unnecessary dust on his body with some embarrassment.
The ancient sword had no edge, but it was deeply embedded in the opposite side. She had to use her own cultivation to pull it out with difficulty.
"Ahem, I call it Zangfeng."
Qingyun was still very happy that Feng Ziyu had secretly tricked him, and he coughed lightly.
"Zangfeng...a good name...but the weight...ha! It weighs at least two to three hundred kilograms!"
Shutong frowned, took the Zangfeng from Feng Ziyu, waved it around for a while, and commented.
Although his physical strength was extremely powerful, it still felt extremely laborious.
"Two or three hundred pounds? Isn't it? Has it become heavier?"
Hearing this, Qingyun took Zangfeng back from Shutong, and after feeling it carefully, he realized that, unknowingly, Zangfeng was much heavier than when he first got it.
"What has happened here?"
Still wondering in his heart, Feng Ziyu, who was blushing, sighed, spread his hands and said:
"No wonder your brute strength is so great, you actually use such a heavy iron rod on weekdays."
"This is a sword, right?!"
These words made Qingyun's head black.
The shape of the Zangfeng is a bit ugly. It is indeed completely black from the hilt to the tip, but why does it also have the shape of a sword? To say it was an iron rod would be too damaging to the sword, right?
"Could it be that boy Pan Yueren who has taken a fancy to this sword?"
Fei Lao asked sharply.
"The student doesn't know, but in desperation, I did use Zang Feng to hurt Pan Linnian before he could show up. Thinking about Pan Yueren's action today, it is possible that Pan Linnian later reported his knowledge."
"Oh? It's interesting. Please tell me the details."
Fei Lao asked softly as two rays of light seemed to burst out of his cloudy, narrowed eyes.
Then, Qingyun basically told everything that happened yesterday, except that Zang Feng broke through the space and directly killed Pan Long in the teleportation formation, which he concealed.
Because this is his last trump card, he can't tell anyone except the little fox and Long Fu Shi!
"A black light with extremely evil thoughts?"
After listening to Qingyun's story, Mr. Fei closed his eyes tightly, frowning deeply, and the sound of needle dropping could be heard in the room.
"I really have no impression of this kind of treasure. If you don't mind, would you like to take a look at Zang Feng with me?"
"Mr. Fei please."
Qingyun respectfully presented Zang Feng's hands.
In fact, he didn't really expect Mr. Fei to see any clues. After all, even old monsters like Xiao Qi from the previous era hadn't discovered much.
Zang Feng, who was like a dark night star, was held firmly in Fei Lao's hands, and his eyes, which had never been opened before, opened slightly.
"Ancient sword... hidden edge..."
"This is the name I gave it. Maybe it wasn't originally called this."
"Can you tell me its origin?"
"Hmm...this is a trophy I got from the Thirty-three Realms. As for its origin, I really can't tell."
Qingyun smiled bitterly and clasped his fists, answering half-truthfully.
"The Thirty-three Realms...is the small secret realm released by Ling Jue Palace ten years ago?"
"Exactly."
At this time, Feng Ziyu asked doubtfully:
"I heard that the small secret realm was suppressed by the law and only low-level monks were allowed to enter. However, if you have virtue and status, how could a place where only low-level monks are allowed to survive produce such a powerful sword?"
"Not really, that place is full of strange things. Not only are the alien beasts enslaving humans, but their strength, including the four true leaders, all have cultivation levels that exceed the Concentration Realm. Even when the war broke out in the end, the soul-returning monks also poured in one after another. Are they endless?"
"Well, what Qingyun said makes sense. Tianwei City has long contacted all the major sects in Kyushu to investigate the matter. However, after finding out the facts, it was found that although this small secret realm was originally set up by Ling Juedian to retaliate against the Haiyou Sword Sect for many years of oppression. The trap was set up by the Demonic Sect, and the Demonic Sect finally stepped in to clear it for them, but as the investigation deepened, the various clues and revealed messages did not seem to be that simple."
At this point, Qingyun wanted to ask more questions, but Mr. Fei did not continue, but continued to examine the ancient black sword.
I saw him holding the handle with one hand, and using the index and middle fingers of the other hand to slide across the thick and edgeless sword body of the Zangfeng. After feeling both the pros and cons, the old man took a deep breath and exclaimed:
"The evil aura on this ancient sword is extremely strong, as if it has slaughtered hundreds of millions of living beings. My spiritual thoughts only penetrated deeply for a moment, and it actually aroused the desire to kill that I had not had for a long time. It is really terrifying."
Seeing the unprecedented solemnity on Mr. Fei's face, everyone in the room was shocked. Then, the old man directly asked Xiang Qingyun:
"Qingyun, if you keep this sword in your body, won't it affect your mind?"
"It does, and it affects me all the time, but it is of great use to me and I can't live without it."
The young master nodded firmly. Seeing this, Mr. Fei seemed to have thought of something, and nodded with understanding, and then continued to observe Zang Feng with his spiritual consciousness.
"Huh? There is actually a hidden ancient barrier?"
Fei Lao said in surprise, but his next cry of surprise made the young master's heart sink for no reason.
"Huh? Someone actually opened a gap? Who is so powerful?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in Qingyun's heart.
"not good!"
Just as he was about to step forward to stop him, a black light filled with evil and chaotic aura suddenly shot out from the hidden front!
Fortunately, Mr. Fei seemed old and frail, but his reaction speed was not slow at all. For him, wielding the Zangfeng, which weighed two to three hundred kilograms, was like an arm, and the black light could barely pass by. The nearest blue clouds shoot towards the roof.
But a moment later, a strange scene happened!
The black light did not penetrate the roof, nor did it dissipate. Instead, it turned around like a snake looking for food, and then divided into multiple parts. The target was directed at everyone present except Qingyun, including Mr. Fei himself!
What's more terrifying is yet to come. At the moment when the black light appears, the air in the room seems to be stagnant, the candlelight no longer flickers, and even the light and shadow tremble and overlap.
"Seal the space!"
Fei Lao exclaimed for the first time.
"No! Zang Feng!"
At the same time, the young master screamed in horror, but unfortunately, the black light did not seem to obey his orders.
This extremely evil black light may not have actual lethality, but he didn't want Long Fushi and Alian to become like the ghost-like Wan Congfang.
At the critical moment, Fei Lao's narrowed eyes suddenly opened wide, as if they were burning with fierce flames, and there was no trace of drowsiness or old age at all. Qingyun's heart was shocked by the sight!
"open!"
As Mr. Fei suddenly shouted, he stepped out, his robes moved automatically without the wind, and the originally stagnant shadow forcibly rippled, and the dark shadow emerged again!
The lonely butterfly in the mist and rain, Mo Shuiyao!
"Xiaoyao, be careful! The space here is blocked, and the black light can hurt people's soul!"
Without waiting for Mr. Fei's instructions, Mo Shuiyao, whose face was half-hidden, had already taken out his twin swords with cold light, and shot out dozens of spirit blades with dancing butterflies and fragrance at lightning speed!
Everything was like lightning, and Fei Lao, who sounded like a bell, continued to shout:
"Qinghe, Dongting! Come and help!"
As soon as the words fell, the shadows completely boiled, and two figures flashed out, turning out to be two peerless experts from the spirit-returning realm!
