The moment the wooden sword touched Lin Xiao's chest, it seemed to come alive. Countless vines as thick as an adult man's arm suddenly burst out from the sword. The vines were like giant pythons, tightly wrapping around Lin Xiao's whole body!

The speed was so fast that Lin Xiao had no time to react before he was wrapped like a dumpling!

Wow!

The whole audience was in an uproar in an instant!

Everyone present had a look of horror on their faces, staring at the wooden lump in Gu Qingfeng's hand in amazement.

Even the Xuan-level demon slayer sitting in the referee's seat stood up suddenly and looked at the Wooden King Sword with horror in his eyes.

He blurted out: "Xuan-level spiritual weapon!!!"

The power that erupted from the Wood King Sword at that moment was clearly felt by the Xuan-level demon hunter.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked! They felt dizzy.

So... what they said was the truth! ? So... the clown was actually me! ?

Is this wooden lump really a mysterious spiritual weapon? It’s outrageous!

The tied-up Lin Xiao also reacted at this time, his face full of shock. He struggled frantically, trying to break free from the vines, but how could someone like him, who had reached the ninth level of body tempering, break free from a Xuan-level spiritual weapon?

Gu Qingfeng looked at the bound Lin Xiao, then gently placed the sword on his neck, just like when he was on the field, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: "Thank you."

Lin Xiao's face turned pale and blue, and he roared, "Gu Qingfeng, you won unfairly!"

"Alas, brother, what you said is wrong. Didn't we agree on this before? It was you who asked me to use the Xuan-level spiritual weapon. How can you say that I won unfairly?"

"You're talking nonsense! Who the hell knew that a wooden sword could be a mysterious spiritual weapon!" Lin Xiao said angrily.

"Before the duel, I clearly explained the Wood King Sword in detail and told you that it is a Mystical Spiritual Weapon. Everyone present heard it. You can't cheat."

"I don't accept it. Gu Qingfeng, you relied on the advantage of your weapon. Your victory was unfair. If you have the guts, let's fight again without using spiritual weapons!"

Gu Qingfeng shook his head and turned to look at the deacon: "Master Deacon, please judge for yourself. There is no rule that spiritual weapons cannot be used in a martial arts competition, right?"

The corner of the deacon's mouth twitched: "There are indeed no rules."

But he thought in his heart: "Spiritual weapons are so precious, and I don't even have one. Who has nothing better to do than to restrict trainee demon slayers from using spiritual weapons?"

This is like an elementary school teacher telling elementary school students that they cannot drive to school.

Isn't this sick?

"In that case, Mr. Deacon, please announce the results of the competition."

"Well, the winner of this competition is Gu Qingfeng."

Gu Qingfeng was happy, so he let go of Lin Xiao. After regaining his freedom, Lin Xiao immediately pointed at Gu Qingfeng and said angrily: "Gu Qingfeng, don't leave, let's compete again!"

Before Gu Qingfeng could reply, the Xuan-level demon slayer at the side spoke first.

"Alright, Lin Xiao, if you lose, you lose. Go down."

Even if Lin Xiao was angry, he naturally did not dare to act presumptuously when he saw the Xuan-level Demon Slayer speaking, and had to step down obediently.

Seeing this, Gu Qingfeng was about to step down, but was suddenly stopped by a Xuan-level demon slayer.

"Gu Qingfeng, my name is He Fenghua, and I want to make a deal with you." The Xuan-level demon slayer He Fenghua said kindly to Gu Qingfeng.

Gu Qingfeng's heart moved and he knew what He Fenghua was going to say.

"Master He, do you want to buy my Wooden King Sword?"

"Yes, your current cultivation is too low, and you can't bring out the true power of the Xuan-level spiritual weapon. Why don't you sell it to me? I am willing to pay you 2,000 taels of gold. I hope you will consider it carefully. The average Xuan-level low-grade spiritual weapon is only 1,000 taels of gold."

Gu Qingfeng sneered in his heart. If He Fenghua was right, the market price of a low-grade Xuan-level spiritual weapon was about one thousand taels of gold. However, this thing was simply out of stock and could not be bought even if you had money. There were many people who raised the price to three thousand taels, and you wanted to buy my Wooden King Sword for two thousand taels?

You're probably dreaming.

Especially since the Wood King Sword was once a Earth-level spiritual weapon, its value is immeasurable. Gu Qingfeng would not sell it unless he is crazy.

"To be honest with you, Lord He, this wooden sword is an heirloom from my ancestors. No matter how much money you offer, I will not sell it."

"Oh? In that case, a gentleman does not take away what others love, so let's just leave it at that." He Fenghua smiled, as if he didn't care about being rejected, but a hint of gloom flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Gu Qingfeng had already considered the matter of the Wood King Sword. He knew that once he took out the Wood King Sword, there would be people watching, but Gu Qingfeng still took it out.

Because this is not a martial arts sect, but the Demon Suppression Bureau, an official organization, and everything must follow rules and regulations.

Taking out the Wooden King Sword in public and using it openly is equivalent to telling everyone that the Wooden King Sword is mine.

This way no one dares to snatch it.

Even if he is a Xuan-level demon slayer, so what? If you want it, you can only buy it through buying and selling. Do you dare to rob it?

That's really crazy. The Demon Suppression Division strictly forbids attacking colleagues. Anyone caught will be sentenced to death.

And even if they stole it, they dared not show it to the public.

The more you hide, the less safe you will be. If no one knows that you have a mysterious spiritual weapon, those who are secretly lurking around will become unscrupulous and kill people and steal treasures.

Of course, the most important thing is that Gu Qingfeng is very confident now. If someone really wants to make a move secretly, they have to ask the White Bone Demon Fire whether it agrees!

After the game, Gu Qingfeng did not continue to watch the game, but returned to the dormitory.

He is going to start practicing.

After traveling through time, Gu Qingfeng basically didn't practice seriously. After all, with the system in hand, who would practice seriously?

Just kidding.

You must practice. Although Gu Qingfeng's true strength is not obtained through practice, a higher level can prolong your life!

Who doesn’t want immortality?

Martial artists who have reached the inner energy realm can basically live to be a hundred years old.

The innate master can even extend his lifespan by a hundred years.

In order to live forever, you must practice!

The martial art that Gu Qingfeng practiced was called Pure Yang Gong, which was the basic practice of the Demon Suppression Bureau. All demon slayers basically laid the foundation on it.

Since most demons are of yin attribute, demon slayers naturally have to practice yang attribute techniques in order to better restrain demons.

Gu Qingfeng sat cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky, condensing his heart and guarding his mind, and began to practice the Pure Yang Kung to absorb the vital energy of heaven and earth.

Slowly, a weak warm current emerges from the Dantian, flows through the body, flows to the limbs and bones, then circulates throughout the body and returns to the Dantian again.

During this process, Gu Qingfeng could clearly feel his body getting slightly warm.

That is the feeling of the vital energy of heaven and earth entering the body.