Chapter 384: Prodigies as numerous as clouds

Chapter 384: Prodigies as numerous as clouds

Zhuifeng made his body as small as possible, just enough for Li An to lie on his back. He led Li An to swim in the crowd, moving left and right like a fish, and approached the front of the crowd and the snow-capped mountains.

"Ping An, do you feel the breath of the 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 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 beast.

But the breath was not strong, very faint, like a phantom. It didn't look like a beast was here in person.

"Hmm?" Thinking of this, Zhuifeng suddenly stopped.

He thought about it again. If a beast cub really came to a place like the Immortal Relics, how big a sensation would it cause?

That year, a level nine Devouring Demon Willow almost destroyed the Immortal Relics, let alone the beast?

He flew higher, above the crowd, to see if there were any more powerful people here.

After waiting for a long time, he heard someone in the crowd shouting:

"That's the heir of the Wuyin Sword Sect, Fu Ming! He once fought against Yuanying with a golden elixir in Linxian City!!"

Fu Ming?

He looked over hurriedly. It was a man with a green shirt and long hair carrying a sword. Unlike the previous geniuses he had never heard of, this was a real genius, 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 the two sides had fought. Li Shiyin said that she was not sure of winning.

But, so far, apart from Zhuifeng, he had only heard of Fu Ming, a well-known strong man who appeared here.

Other geniuses and other high-level cultivators had not arrived.

If there really was a cub of a divine beast... was it possible?

Zhuifeng immediately understood that this must not be a divine beast.

"If it's not a divine beast..." he asked Li An, "What else is it?"

Li An: "Ah!"

Slowly, more people came, and there was a constant noise here.

As time went by, Zhuifeng suddenly found something interesting, that is:

He was not familiar with other geniuses, such as those from small sects, such as those from Zhishengu and Daojianmen, but most of the geniuses from Wuyin Sword Sect were real geniuses. At least three of the top ten came.

He thought about it and figured out the reason, and couldn't help but grin.

The foundation of Daojianmen is the spiritual vein under the sect. Others have mines at home, but Daojianmen built the sect on the spiritual vein mine; the foundation of Zhishengu is the spiritual soil of a valley. They use spiritual soil to cultivate spiritual medicine and use spiritual medicine to refine elixirs. So what is the foundation of 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.

So the news of the inexplicable appearance of the Qilin would attract so many Tianjiao from the Wuyin Sword Sect to come here... but would not attract Tianjiao from Daojian Sect and Zhisheng Valley to come.

He smiled and continued to run around in the crowd with Li An, waiting for the so-called Qilin to appear again.

But they were running happily, the Qilin did not appear, and there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Fighting, fighting, fighting over there..."

"Fu Ming attacked the Sword Saint!"

"Huh?" Zhuifeng stopped. If he remembered correctly, the Sword Saint seemed to be a disciple of Daojian Sect.

He thought about it, found the direction of the commotion, and ran 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 stood on the edge with a faint smile on her lips.

Zhuifeng came here and looked at the woman. He vaguely remembered that it was the Miaoyi Fairy from Zhisheng Valley.

Fighting for a woman? He frowned. Was it necessary?

... He was still a sub-adult.

Fu Ming was a serious Tianjiao disciple, and the Sword Saint was just an unknown... or a disciple with only a false name in Daojian Sect. Who would win or lose was obvious at a glance.

Before Zhuifeng arrived here, Fu Ming, who practiced the most authentic Wuyin Sword Dao of Wuyin Sword Sect, was suppressing the Sword Saint. Not long after he arrived here, the Sword Saint could no longer hold on and was chopped off by Fu Ming's sword.

The Sword Saint fell into the snow mountain for about ten feet, and 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 involved?"

"Woo woo..." The eyes of the Sword Saint were full of fear and panic. He obviously wanted to explain something, but he had a sword in his mouth and couldn't say anything.

"The Daojian Sect is mostly people like you!" Fu Ming shouted, "Inferior, lowly, greedy for fame, not thinking about cultivation, superficial cultivation, only thinking about obscene 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 obscene things to Fairy Miaoyi, and you also saw his low cultivation. I am now doing justice for the heavens!"

There were a few discussions among the people around, but most of them didn't take it seriously and were confused. What was going on?

"No...no...yes!" The Sword Saint 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.

"Ding!"

Fu Ming slashed with his sword, but failed to kill the Holy Son of Sword. Sword energy struck out of thin air, knocking his sword off course.

"Who?!" He yelled and hurriedly looked in the direction of the sword energy, but only saw a wolf-dog-sized white tiger?

That should be the white tiger, right?

"It's you, Uncle Zhui Feng, and me!" The white tiger raised its head and introduced itself to him.

Fu Ming glanced at him, frowned, and ignored him, continuing to ask: "Who drew the sword? Dare you do it or not? Is it still a swordsman?!"

Seeing that Fu Ming was ignoring him, Zhui Feng said angrily, "It's the sword that your uncle Zhui Feng used!"

"Did you draw your sword?" Fu Ming then looked back at Zhui Feng and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhui Feng opened his eyes wide and pointed his paw at his nose: "You don't even recognize me, Zhui Feng?"

Fu Ming looked at Zhui Feng seriously, shook his head and said, "I don't know him."

"!!" Zhui Feng took a deep breath and asked, "Are you familiar with this sword energy?"

He raised his paw and pointed, and a purple star sword energy flew towards Fu Ming from his back.

"Huh?" Fu Ming frowned. He slashed away the sword energy with one sword and asked, "Li Shiyin's star sword energy?"

This Hengduan Mountain Range is not big, and there are not many powerful peers.

"Hmph!" Zhui Feng snorted coldly, "You have some knowledge."

He pointed at the Sword Saint Son on the ground and said, "Those are the people from our Sword Sect, and they should be handled by our Sword Sect."

"How do you know Li Shiyin's star sword energy?" Fu Ming put away his sword and asked aloud.

"Then don't worry about it." Zhui Feng replied.

He was beaming with joy and signaled the Sword Saint to run away quickly, and then asked Fu Ming, "What did he do wrong? Do you want to kill them all?"

Fu Ming looked at Fairy Miaoyi but said nothing.

Zhuifeng looked at Fairy Miaoyi, who slowly retreated into the crowd and disappeared.

He frowned, sensing something was wrong.

At this moment, there was sudden commotion in the crowd, and someone started fighting again.

"The Infinite Sword Sect Kongxuan Sword Immortal and the Dao Sword Sect..."

Is it the Boundless Sword Sect and the Dao Sword Sect again?

Zhui Feng looked at the Sword Saint who had already escaped, then turned around and got into the crowd, running towards that side.

As soon as he turned around, Fu Ming saw the baby lying on his back, the baby wrapped in sword energy.

"I was scared off by a baby?!" Fu Ming looked a little ugly.