C192 Wind-thunder-wing
C192 Wind-thunder-wing
Soong Tianxuan followed behind Yi Ziqi and walked down from the square stage. Suddenly, a Jade Boat appeared beneath his feet and he floated into the thick fog along with the water.
A quarter of an hour later, the fog dissipated and everyone had already reached the shore. They stood in front of the building. There was a person standing upstairs, and it was the middle-aged man.
There were two more youths, both dressed in azure clothes, but they looked ordinary.
"I am Nieh Sifeng. Since you are able to come here, it means that you have met one of the two conditions I set." Nieh Sifeng said. He turned around and waved his hand. The young man with a pale face walked up to the window.
Nieh Sifeng held onto the teenager with both hands and was extremely careful.
He straightened his back, looked at the sixteen people downstairs and said: "His illness, if anyone can cure it, this Wind-thunder-wing is his."
He waved his hand, causing a few snow-white feathers to fall off. Then, a flash of white light appeared.
The white light flew into the air and turned into a pair of snow-white wings. The left flapped and a strong wind blew, as if a small hand was slapping on everyone's heart. The right flapped and streaks of lightning shot through it, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Its wings were spread open, and even though it wasn't as big as a pair of arms, it emitted a proud aura. With one flap, it appeared behind Soong Tianxuan's back, and with another, it appeared behind the green-clothed youth's back. The next moment, it appeared in the air again, looking more like a naughty child.
Nieh Sifeng stretched out his right hand and grabbed out of thin air. The pair of wings circled twice in the air before returning to his hand.
"This is the Wind-thunder-wing. If anyone can cure him, this Wind-thunder-wing will belong to them." Nieh Sifeng retracted his gaze and said lightly.
"Senior, do you mean that you can't do it unless you're a physician?" someone in the middle asked.
This was also everyone's problem, except Yi Ziqi.
Nieh Sifeng was expressionless as he replied coldly: "That's not the case. If you can bear with the bloodline of my Divine Eagles and have someone who can subdue this Wind-thunder-wing, you can also get it. However, there is still a condition."
"Senior, please speak your mind. As long as we can do it, we will do our best." A youth clasped his fists and said.
Nieh Sifeng nodded slightly, looked around at the crowd and said: "But after I succeed, I need to borrow the Blood Essence."
"Blood Essence? The spirit energy accumulated by cultivation and the spirits of us are all above those Blood Essence s. Senior, according to what you have said, it would be fine if you do not have this Wind-thunder-wing, but rather if you do not have life to take it, then you will have no life to spend. " Ku Rong suddenly opened his mouth and laughed. He turned around and was about to leave.
Nieh Sifeng looked at the pale face of the teenager next to him, and his eyes flashed a look of pity. He sighed, and as if he had made a huge decision, he said: "Using Blood Essence, naturally there will be enough benefits, and not only will I obtain Wind-thunder-wing, I, Nieh Sifeng, swear that the Condor Clan owes him a favor."
"Nieh Sifeng? Senior is Nieh Sifeng? " Someone suddenly asked in surprise.
At some point in time, Mayor Qing had appeared on top of the building. Standing at another window, he said with a smile: "As if it's true, he's one of the Four Gentlemen of the Goblin Tribe, Gentleman Fan, Senior Nieh Sifeng."
"The Four Noble Monarchs of the Monster race?" Soong Tianxuan couldn't help but ask.
Yi Ziqi sighed slightly, her eyelashes flickered, and she said helplessly: "This is also from below. The Four Noble Monarchs of the Monster race, Gentleman Fan Nieh Sifeng, the Sword Forest of the Monarch, the Monk of the Monarch's Staff, the Wind Sea of Extraordinary."
"The cultivation levels of these four varied from the Profound God to the heavenly tribulation, and they were upright and upright, even though they said that quite a few nobles would recruit them as generals, the four of them were unmoved. The last time I heard of this Gentleman Fan was when I was eight years old, and it looked like this child was his flesh and blood."
"Nieh Sifeng is also a proud son of the Divine Eagle Clan. He has always been in charge of the Divine Condor Clan's punishment. When he speaks, he has never gone back on his word. At least, that's what I know." Yi Ziqi added. She might not be able to explain it, so Soong Tianxuan was going to keep asking.
Soong Tianxuan nodded slightly: "So that's how it is. His cultivation level is high and his fame is great."
"Since Mayor Qing is that certain, although we haven't seen it before, I'm sure that it wouldn't be fake. Thus, we trust you." Ku Rong turned around and smiled.
If you want to try, enter this pavilion. If you do not wish to take the risk, I will naturally not stop you. With that, Nieh Sifeng left with the youth.
"Hehe, with the promise of the Gentleman Fan, what are we afraid of?" A young man dressed in embroidered clothing looked at the crowd with a playful expression as he walked into the pavilion.
Everyone silently waited, watching to see what kind of luck that person would have.
"Hmph, I really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. The Divine Eagles are the descendants of demons and Tianhe Silver Sea, and their bloodline is much stronger than an average demon. The Wind-thunder-wing already possesses intelligence, and although it's still young, it's not something that can be subdued just by saying that it's subdued." Yi Ziqi looked at the young man in embroidered clothes walking in and couldn't help but smile as she transmitted her voice to Soong Tianxuan.
Soong Tianxuan did not answer him. He really did not know anything about this. Naturally, he did not have any right to speak and just quietly waited for news.
A quarter of an hour later, the gray shadow flew out from the pavilion. The crowd hastily dodged and the grey light fell behind them. They rolled a few more times before stopping.
He focused his gaze and saw the young man in embroidered clothes with messy hair. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his gaze became unfocused.
"You saw it? You dare to enter at such a low level of Late Period of Sendai? " Yi Ziqi gestured at Soong Tianxuan.
"How is it?" Someone had helped the young man up and was able to withstand the light for ten breaths. Naturally, he had his methods as well. It wasn't as bad as Yi Ziqi had said it would be.
The youth in embroidered clothes stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. However, he shook his head and sighed: "The Blood Essence of the Condor Clan is indeed overbearing."
As he finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood. It was dark red in color, indicating that he had suffered a backlash.
The youth in embroidered clothes didn't speak any further. He sat cross-legged and started to recover from his injuries.
"Hmph …" A brawny man with half of his chest exposed snorted coldly, stepping into the pavilion with a single step.
Half an hour later, he walked out of the pavilion with a pitch-black rod forged from black iron. With a pale face, he supported himself behind the young man in embroidered clothes. With a shake of his hand, he put away his iron rod and sat down to recover.
Everyone looked at each other. If even their Early Spirit Dan were like this, who would dare to be careless? However, who would let go of such an opportunity?
Before long, two more people entered and came out after a quarter of an hour. They were also severely injured.
Seeing that there were not many remaining disciples from the Qing Mansion, the two disciples entered and after half an hour, they still had not come out.
"Looks like they've been prepared for a long time. Maybe they'll succeed." Yi Ziqi said.