The 'qi' twisted twice in the air, and then suddenly grew larger with a bang.
A wisp of divine consciousness transformed into a form resembling a soul.
He then suppressed his playful expression and bowed formally to Song Tingwan.
"Thank you, young friend."
That deep bow conveyed countless complex emotions.
Song Tingwan stood up and gently raised her hand to 'help' him up.
"Senior, please don't be so polite. Ah Yao was very fortunate to have been taken care of by you in the past..."
Having followed Song Siyao for so long, Fengye knew her character well.
He waved his hand and laughed, "Don't be so polite, young lady. Can I take the Heavenly Pivot Soul-Building Pill first?"
The senior colleague rubbed his hands together, clearly eager to get started.
He wanted to drink fine wine and wield his floating sword.
I miss that carefree life so much I'm going crazy with longing for it.
Song Siyao smiled apologetically at her older sister. Venerable Dongming and Lord Yanshan knew how eager this senior from many years ago was, so they didn't say anything to disturb him.
Song Tingwan smiled, and a glittering golden Tianji Soul-Building Pill appeared in her palm.
"Be prepared, this is a time for divine retribution."
Dan Cheng was struck by lightning.
Those who use elixirs will also be struck down.
Fengye was naturally fearless.
"bring it on."
Golden light and crimson mist descended.
Then Song Tingwan and the others were blown away by a gust of wind, and a strong wind suddenly rose where Fengye was.
Then, Lei Yun reunited.
Can…
Song Tingwan and her sister and apprentice stood aside, listening to Senior Fengye howling and cursing the heavens as he was being struck, and silently turned their backs.
Lord Yanshan and Venerable Dongming glanced at them a few more times, then suppressed their laughter and turned their backs along with the younger generation.
hiss--
They seemed to glean from that stunning Floating Life Sword Technique and Feng Ye's unrestrained yet fearless voice that dared to curse the Heavenly Dao that perhaps Feng Ye was the chosen one of their era.
Otherwise, an ordinary person shouting like that would have been struck by lightning and their soul would have been scattered long ago.
Where would there be another chance to continue cursing and swearing like Senior Kaede?
Meanwhile, the cultivation world and all living beings in the six realms watched as the thunderclouds spread once again.
When the thunder roared even more terrifyingly than the ninth bolt of lightning, everyone was already numb.
You're really lucky to have asked the Sword Sect.
I don't know if they're still accepting disciples.
The tribulation stage cultivators also fell silent.
At their level of cultivation, they understand the importance of luck even more.
Otherwise, they should also go to Lord Yanshan and ask for an elder's position.
Half a day later.
The thunderclouds dispersed.
An old man, his body charred black from being hacked, hopped up to the Song sisters. "You two little girls, I've recovered! Quickly find me a sword and some fine wine! I'll show you what life is all about!"
As Fengye spoke, he raised his chin, his body covered in charred black, but his eyes, clear and bright, stared at the three sword cultivators present, exuding extraordinary arrogance.
Song Tingwan suppressed a laugh and took out the fine wine from the Cloud Peak that Shen Zhuochuan had placed with her in her storage space.
"I have fine wine, but my sword is powerless."
Baili Xijiang waved his hand, "Grandpa Fengye, my wine is not as good as my master's. I don't have a sword, but I do have a few spears."
Song Siyao also glanced at her master and the Supreme Elder; the only good sword she had was Li Guang.
She wanted to collect two more swords, but Li Guang was domineering and wouldn't let her touch any of the other swords.
Seeing that the time was right, Venerable Dongming and Lord Yanshan bowed to Fengye together as juniors.
"Junior Dongming and Yanshanjun greet Senior Fengye."
After performing a formal greeting, Venerable Dongming said to the somewhat unrestrained senior, "I ask that the Sword Sect has a Sword Tomb, why don't you go and take a look?"
Only disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect who have their identity tokens recorded can go to the Sword Tomb.
The swords inside include both new and old ones, including ancient divine weapons and swords that the swordsmith just put in this year.
But they all knew that if Fengye went in, the sword he brought out would definitely be extraordinary.
The group's eyes were fixed on the charred old man.
Fengye laughed heartily, "No need, just find me any one, my old buddy is already broken."
"In my life, Fengye will never have another natal sword."
The sword breaks and the man dies.
Even if he could be resurrected, his natal sword would never return.
The old man laughed heartily, but a hint of melancholy could be heard in his laughter.
Song Siyao silently handed over a wooden sword.
Song Tingwan glanced sideways.
That was a gift she gave to Ayao.
When she returned to Yunyin, she showed her sister the mountain of boxes piled up in her sister's room.
These were all gifts she and her father had saved up for their previous birthdays.
"Sister, may I give this peach wood sword to the old man?"
Before handing it over, Song Siyao turned back and asked her older sister.
Song Tingwan nodded with a smile.
Yan Shanjun's brow twitched as he looked at it, and he pulled out a famous sword from his storage ring.
"Although it's a peach wood sword, it's still a wooden sword. Senior Kaede, why don't you use this one—"
"No need, I'll use the little girl's."
Fengye waved dismissively and accepted the peach wood sword that Song Siyao handed him.
He held a bottle of wine in his left hand and a sword in his right.
He took a big gulp and casually twirled his sword in a beautiful flourish.
"So refreshing!"
Song Siyao couldn't stand it anymore and cast a dust-removing spell on the old man.
A radiant middle-aged man appeared before them.
Despite his tattered robes, he exuded the air of a carefree wanderer.
He didn't look like an old man at all.
Fengye glanced at them smugly, then flipped his sword and aimed it straight at Song Siyao.
"Take this!"
Then the two of them moved faster and faster.
During the lull between his fight with Song Siyao, Fengye could also take a sip of wine.
Baili Xijiang stood behind his master, dumbfounded. "Wow, Grandpa Fengye is even more amazing than my sister."
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