Zhuifeng made his body as small as possible, just small enough for Li An to lie on his back. He led Li An in the crowd, moving left and right like a fish, toward the front of the crowd and under the snow-capped mountains.
"Ping An, do you feel the breath of the divine beast?" He asked Li An as he squeezed forward.
Of course, he didn't get an answer. Not to mention that Li An couldn't feel it, he didn't even know what a divine beast was. Even if he could feel it, he couldn't explain it clearly.
But in fact, Zhuifeng himself vaguely felt the breath of the divine beast.
But the aura was not strong, very faint, like a phantom. It didn't seem like a divine beast had come here in person.
"Hmm?" Thinking of this, Zhuifeng suddenly stopped.
He thought further, if a baby divine beast really came to a place like the Immortal Relics Land, how big a sensation would it cause?
That year, a level nine Devouring Demon Willow almost destroyed the Immortal Relics Land, let alone the divine beast?
He flew higher, above the crowd, to see if anyone more powerful had come here.
After waiting for a long time, he heard someone in the crowd shouting:
“That’s Fu Ming, the heir of the Infinite Sword Sect! He once fought against Yuanying with his Golden Core in Linxian City!!”
Fu Ming?
He looked over hastily. It was a man in a green shirt with long flowing hair, carrying a sword. Unlike the previous prodigies he had never heard of, this one was a real prodigy, a contemporary sword cultivator of the Wuyin Sword Sect, whose combat power was at least in the top ten.
Li Shiyin had met him before and they had a fight. Li Shiyin said she was not sure of winning.
But, up to now, apart from Zhui Feng, he had only heard of Fu Ming, the famous and powerful man who appeared here.
Other geniuses and other high-level cultivators have not arrived yet.
If there really is a divine beast cub...is it possible?
Zhuifeng immediately understood that this must not be a divine beast.
"If it's not a mythical beast..." he asked Li An, "What is it?"
Li An: “Ah!”
Gradually more people came, and there was a constant noise here.
As time went by, Zhuifeng suddenly discovered something interesting:
He was not familiar with other geniuses, such as those from small sects, such as Zhishen Valley and Daojian Sect, but the geniuses from Wuyin Sword Sect were mostly real geniuses. At least three of the top ten were here.
He thought about it and figured out the reason, and couldn't help but grin.
The foundation of Daojian Sect is the spiritual vein under the sect. Others have mines at home, but Daojian Sect built its sect on the spiritual vein mine. The foundation of Zhishengu is the spiritual soil that fills the entire valley. They use the spiritual soil to cultivate spiritual medicines, and use the spiritual medicines to refine pills.
So what is the foundation of the Wuyin Sword Sect? It is their profound and exquisite sword skills and their famous swords that have been passed down for thousands of years.
but……
They are poor!
The Wuyin Sword Sect is the poorest of the three major sects in Hengduan Mountain.
Therefore, the news of the inexplicable appearance of the Qilin would attract so many geniuses from the Wuyin Sword Sect... but would not attract the geniuses from the Daojian Sect and Zhisheng Valley.
He smiled and continued to move around in the crowd with Li An, waiting for the so-called Qilin to reappear.
But as they were running happily, the Qilin did not appear, but there was suddenly a movement among the crowd.
"Fighting has started, fighting has started, fighting has started over there..."
"Fu Ming attacked the Sword Saint!"
"Hmm?" Zhuifeng stopped. If he remembered correctly, that Saint Son of the Sword of Death seemed to be a disciple of the Daojian Sect.
He thought about it, found the direction of **, and rushed over.
There was a large empty space in the crowd, with three people in it, two men and one woman. The two men were fighting, and a beautiful woman was standing on the edge with a faint smile on her lips.
Zhuifeng came over here and looked at the woman. He vaguely remembered that she was the fairy in wonderful clothes from Zhishen Valley.
Fighting for a woman? He frowned. Was it necessary?
He is still a sub-adult.
Fu Ming was a serious Tianjiao disciple, while the Sword Saint was just an unknown disciple of Daojian Sect... or a disciple with only a false name. It was obvious who would win or lose.
Before Zhuifeng arrived here, Fu Ming, who practiced the most authentic Wuyin Sword Sect's Wuyin Sword Art, was suppressing the Sword Saint. Not long after he arrived here, the Sword Saint could no longer hold on and was chopped away by Fu Ming's sword.
The Son of the Sword Saint fell about ten feet into the snow mountain. It took him a while to have the strength to climb out. But as soon as he climbed out of the snow pit, Fu Ming, who had been waiting for him outside the pit, stepped on him and stabbed him in the mouth with a sword.
Fu Ming had murderous intent in his eyes, and asked with a sneer, "Fairy Miaoyi is the most beautiful woman in the world, how can a lowly person like you get your hands on her?"
"Woo woo..." The eyes of the Sword Saint were filled with fear and panic. He obviously wanted to explain something, but there was a sword stuffed in his mouth and he couldn't say anything.
"The Daojian Sect is full of people like you!" Fu Ming shouted, "You are lowly, mean, greedy for fame, not thinking about cultivation, your cultivation is superficial, and you only think about evil things! People like you should not exist in the cultivation world."
As he spoke, he raised his sword and said to the spectators around him, "You all saw that he wanted to do something obscene to Fairy Miaoyi, and you also saw his poor cultivation. I am now enforcing justice for the heavens!"
There was a little discussion among the people around, but most of them didn't take it seriously and were confused. What was going on?
"No...no...is!" The Saint of Shangjian wanted to explain, but Fu Ming's sword had already chopped down. He watched the sword getting closer and closer to him, and he was so scared that he couldn't speak.
"bite!"
Fu Ming slashed down with his sword, but failed to kill the Sword Saint. A sword energy came out of nowhere and knocked his sword off course.
"Who?!" he roared, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the sword energy, but he only saw a white tiger the size of a wolfdog?
That should be the white tiger, right?
"It's you, Uncle Zhuifeng!" The white tiger raised its head and introduced itself to him.
Fu Ming glanced at him, frowned, ignored him, and continued to ask: "Who took out the sword? Dare to do it but not take the responsibility? Is he still a sword cultivator?!"
Seeing Fu Ming ignoring him, Zhui Feng said angrily: "It's the sword that your uncle Zhui Feng made!"
"You draw your sword?" Fu Ming then looked back at Zhui Feng and asked, "Who are you?"
Zhuifeng opened his eyes wide and pointed at his nose with his paw: "You don't even recognize me, Zhuifeng?"
Fu Ming looked at Zhui Feng seriously and shook his head, "I don't know him."
"!!" Zhuifeng took a deep breath and asked, "Are you familiar with this sword energy?"
He raised his claw and pointed, and a purple star sword energy flew towards Fu Ming from his back.
"Hmm?" Fu Ming frowned. He slashed the flying sword energy with his sword and asked, "Li Shiyin's star sword energy?"
The Hengduan Mountains are not very big, and there are not many powerful peers.
"Humph!" Zhuifeng snorted, "You have some knowledge."
He pointed at the Sword Saint on the ground and said, "He is a member of our Daojian Sect. We should handle him."
"How do you know Li Shiyin's star sword energy?" Fu Ming put away his sword and asked.
"Then don't worry about it." Zhuifeng replied.
He was beaming with joy, and signaled the Sword Saint to run away quickly. He then asked Fu Ming, "What did he do wrong? Do you want to kill him all?"
Fu Ming looked at Fairy Miaoyi and said nothing.
Zhuifeng looked at the Fairy Miaoyi, who slowly retreated into the crowd and disappeared.
He frowned, sensing something was wrong.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd and a fight broke out again.
"The Infinite Sword Sect's Kongxuan Sword Immortal and Daojian Sect..."
The Wuyin Sword Sect and Daojian Sect again?
Zhuifeng looked at the Sword Saint who had already escaped, turned around and dived into the crowd, running over there.
As soon as he turned around, Fu Ming saw the baby lying on his back, the baby with sword energy wrapped around his body.
"I was scared away by a baby?!" Fu Ming's face looked a little ugly.
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