Sword Conquers Heaven

0These white dragons all contained a terrifying aura, and there was even a strong wind element in them. It had a terrifying cutting force, and this spear strike was enough to severely injure a Spirit Emperor.    

    

Facing this attack, Qin Feng couldn't help but change his expression. With his injured body right now, it would be difficult for him to withstand it.    

    

"Burp! What a strong wind! " But at this moment, Old Drunkard walked over unsteadily.    

    

Old Drunkard came between Qin Feng and the white-robed man. He burped and continued drinking while walking forward as if nothing had happened.    

    

"Uncle! Get out of the way!" Qin Feng immediately woke up from his drunken stupor. He opened his eyes wide and shouted. At the same time, he urged the Cross Shield to fly in front of Old Drunkard, wanting to protect him.    

    

However, he was still a step too slow. The dozen or so white dragons pounced on Old Drunkard.    

    

"Burp!" Old Drunkard burped at the group of white dragons again. He immediately realized that the speed of the white dragons was greatly reduced, as if they were stuck in the air.    

    

Then, the gourd in Old Drunkard's hand flashed. It emitted a strong suction force that sucked the dozen or so white dragons into the gourd.    

    

"What!?" The white-robed man was shocked. Then, his golden eyes stared at Old Drunkard. Golden light flowed in his eyes, and he was somewhat shocked.    

    

At the same time, Qin Feng was also surprised. He squinted his eyes, and felt that Old Drunkard wasn't simple and mysterious.    

    

Violet Clothed Man was also stunned, and his heart was filled with shock.    

    

The few young men who were sent flying by Qin Feng had already recovered from their shock. They came to Violet Clothed Man's side and widened their eyes when they saw this scene.    

    

"Senior Brother Ximen's White Dragon Spear was blocked just like that!"    

    

They all felt that it was surreal. An old man who was drunk walked by casually, yet he was unharmed. This was simply a fantasy.    

    

"I am Ximen Jiao of the Nine Dragon Palace. May I know how to address senior?" The white-robed man did not continue to attack. Instead, he kept his spear and cupped his fists at Old Drunkard, appearing very polite.    

    

"Senior brother Ximen, what are you doing? Quickly kill them!" Violet Clothed Man, who was standing behind him, said anxiously.    

    

"Shut up!" The white-robed man roared without turning his head. He looked at Old Drunkard with an extremely solemn expression.    

    

"Oh, I have forgotten who I am, but they all call me Old Drunkard." Old Drunkard drank a mouthful of wine and said.    

    

"Uh..." Hearing this, the white-robed man paused and pondered for a moment before saying, "Senior, the elders of my Nine Dragon Palace are resting in City Lord Mansion. Why don't you follow me to meet them?"    

    

"I won't see them." Old Drunkard replied in a straightforward manner. Immediately, he turned his head back to Qin Feng and said, "Hey, little kid, let's go quickly. Accompany this old man to continue drinking."    

    

"Alright." Qin Feng put away the treasure and replied. Then, he walked forward.    

    

The surrounding people looked at Qin Feng and Old Drunkard in surprise. The two young girls had already taken the opportunity to escape.    

    

"Damn it, those two little girls ran away!" When Violet Clothed Man realized this, he could not help but feel annoyed.    

    

"Junior brother, enough! Don't be rude in front of senior! Moreover, you are the son of the City Lord. Are you afraid that there will be no women? " The white-robed man, Ximen Jiao, shouted.    

    

After that, he sent Old Drunkard and Qin Feng away. He didn't mention anything about what had happened earlier.    

    

Qin Feng also understood what the other party meant. He saw that Old Drunkard had blocked his spear just now and thought that he was an extraordinary expert. That was why he had done so.    

    

After they had left, a few young men surrounded Violet Clothed Man and asked curiously, "What's wrong with Senior Brother Ximen? Why is he being so polite to that old man?"    

    

"That's right! Although that old man is a little strange, it is not to the extent of thinking that my Nine Dragon Palace has never been afraid of anyone in the Jade Flower District!"    

    

"Hmph, forget it. Senior Brother Ximen is one of the most favoured disciples in this generation. Moreover, the Ximen Family behind him is also a great clan and cannot be provoked. Just take it that I'm unlucky tonight. I've never seen those two little bitches and that damned bastard before! " Violet Clothed Man cursed and left with the others.    

    

On Qin Feng's side, the white-robed man who had an overbearing aura earlier became gentle and refined. He repeatedly invited Qin Feng and Old Drunkard to sit in the City Lord Mansion, saying that there were a few of his elders there.    

    

At this moment, Qin Feng found out that Violet Clothed Man was the son of the city lord. That was why people were afraid of him. They didn't dare to make a sound when they saw her bullying girls.    

    

At the same time, they were all from the Nine Dragon Palace. The Nine Dragon Palace was the strongest power in the Hua Yu region. It could be considered as a first-class power in the entire Seroja.    

    

The city lord also came from the Nine Dragon Palace, a Spirit Emperor.    

    

Ximen Jiao and the others had followed the elders of the palace out to train. After passing through the Luo Hua City, they rested here for two days.    

    

Old Drunkard was indifferent to his invitation, and Qin Feng was not in the mood to stroll around the night. Together with Old Drunkard, they went to a tavern and ordered some wine.    

    

Ximen Jiao accompanied by the side and asked Old Drunkard a few questions, hoping to get some useful information, such as his name, origin, Cultivation Level and so on.    

    

However, Old Drunkard only cared about drinking and did not answer. It was the same for Qin Feng.    

    

After a long time, Ximen Jiao did not see any useful information and left sulkily.    

    

Not long after he left, Qin Feng drank down again. Before he was drunk, he drank a mouthful of wine from Old Drunkard's gourd and his body was warm.    

    

When he woke up, the sky was already bright. Old Drunkard also looked to be drunk. However, Qin Feng knew that he was always half drunk and half awake. In fact, he had never really gotten drunk before. This was also what surprised Qin Feng.    

    

Qin Feng bought a few pots of wine for Old Drunkard and poured all of them into the gourd. After that, he brought Old Drunkard and left. They went straight to Luohua Mountain outside the city. Since they had come here, how could they not go and see where Sword Saint Xuanyuan was born? What about ___?    

    

Luohua Mountain was not far from Luohua City. Half a day later, Qin Feng and Qin Feng arrived at the foot of the mountain.    

    

Qin Feng had also asked around and found out the approximate location of the small village. He used the Mind Power to search the entire way and found it not long after.    

    

The small village from back then had now developed into a relatively small town. It was located at the foot of the mountain, and there were many people coming and going. It was quite bustling.    

    

Some came to pay respects to Sword Saint Xuanyuan's birthplace like Qin Feng, some came to visit Luohua Mountain, and after passing through this town, there were also some who had just come down from the mountain to rest.    

    

Upon entering the town, one could see a tall statue not far from the entrance. It was a very handsome man who held a Longsword in his hand and was full of vigor.    

    

This was the statue of Sword Saint Xuanyuan, and it looked exactly the same as the one in Xuanyuan Mansion. However, its posture was slightly different, but it also had an incomparable sharpness and heroic spirit.    

    

Qin Feng stood silently in front of the statue and looked at Sword Saint Xuanyuan. A wave of respect rose in his heart. Although he had seen Sword Saint Xuanyuan many times in Xuanyuan Mansion, he still could not hide the feelings in his heart.    

    

Sword Saint Xuanyuan was the ancestor of the Sword Cultivator, the founder, and even Duan Tianqiu's Master. No matter what, he was worth Qin Feng's effort.    

    

Duan Tianqiu was also very excited. He felt a sense of familiarity and kindness when he came to Master's ancestral land.    

    

There were a few people around him, just like Qin Feng, who were silently looking at the Sword Saint statue with respect. Although it was difficult for them to enter the Xuanyuan Mansion, they could still come here to see Sword Saint Xuanyuan's face.