I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3256 - 1645: The Seven Sword Deity in Full Swing, the Startled Soul of Xiao Lang in the Dark Alley_3
Chapter 3256: Chapter 1645: The Seven Sword Deity in Full Swing, the Startled Soul of Xiao Lang in the Dark Alley_3
No, it’s not about drawing a line, it’s about innovation!
His things are very new!
Among the monotonous Nine Major Sword Techniques, Eighteen Sword Forms, and 3000 Sword Styles, there are two individuals whose swordplay carries a hint of unconventionality.
Of course, this is Xiao Wanfeng’s own opinion, and he wouldn’t dare guarantee its accuracy.
These two individuals, one is called Xiao Qixiu, and the other is Feng Xiaose.
“It’s such a pity about Feng Xiaose, I hope he’s still alive…”
Every time Xiao Wanfeng thinks of Feng Xiaose, he can’t help but grip his wrist and sigh.
This is also someone he highly regards as an ancient swordsman who could potentially become a Spiritual swordsman.
Every move he makes is superficial, but each time he shows more progress than the last, it’s clear that he is refining himself, trying not to overextend his stride.
But for some reason, the former Moonless Sword Deity suddenly appeared in the Southern Region and even found the headquarters of Xu Yue Grey Palace and stormed in.
The two of them started killing!
The outcome, naturally, was predictable.
The older generation of Sword Deities, even in decline, are not something the new generation can contend with, separated by more than thirty years.
Besides, the Moonless Sword Deity has a Seven Sword Deity on his left shoulder and a Ten High Noble on his right shoulder, which shows his deep foundation.
Even if you were given a hand, it wouldn’t make much difference!
“It’s just a pity that the Dao Imparting Mirror wasn’t planted into Xu Yue Grey Palace…”
As he was contemplating, he felt a pat on his shoulder.
Xiao Wanfeng shuddered instinctively, hurriedly turned around, bowed his waist, lowered his head, and called out very familiarly:
“Junior has seen the senior!”
A middle-aged man in his thirties, without a sword, wearing a Star Pattern Mage Robe, most likely from the Divine Sect.
The intention was unclear, but there was no malice in his eyes, and his face was calm, probably not here to cause trouble, but staring at…
Trouble!
He’s noticed the sword case!
Just a brief glance and Xiao Wanfeng, the martial artist, had a rough idea of the man’s origin but could only secretly lament his situation.
He didn’t want to carry a sword case either.
But in today’s Feng Family City, if you don’t carry a sword, it’s hard to move an inch.
Half a month ago, Xiao Wanfeng was surrounded by a few Kasaya-wearing “ancient swordsmen” with a dragon tattoo over their shoulder, who questioned him, “Why aren’t you carrying a sword?
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There was no need to answer; after beating him up, those people took all the Spirit Crystals he had earned on the First Floor, leaving him Xiao Wanfeng with only enough to eat a meat pie once a day.
Sometimes it was so crowded he couldn’t even get a meat pie.
“Are you selling what’s inside this sword case?”
The middle-aged man in the Star Pattern Mage Robe pointed at the huge thing protected on his back, chuckling amicably as he spoke.
“It’s a family heirloom, not for sale.”
Xiao Wanfeng shook his head in distress: “Actually, I should get a new sword case; this old wood always makes people think I’m carrying an antique, but in fact, I can’t even afford to buy wood.”
Generously, the middle-aged man took off a gold ring from his finger:
“For you.”
Protecting his sword case, Xiao Wanfeng backed away in fear: “Senior, I’m a mortal, I can’t open a spatial ring, and having it on me would bring about fatal trouble.”
The middle-aged man chuckled: “Gold Ring.”
Xiao Wanfeng became even more frantic: “Even worse, I dare not wear a copper ring, I get robbed often.”
The middle-aged man fell silent.
Xiao Wanfeng, unable to discern his intentions, fumbled hurriedly in his chest and after rustling around, he pulled out a red certificate:
“I have a ‘Mortal Certificate,’ I’m under the protection of Feng Family City, you can’t mess with me!”
A Mortal Certificate…
Sounds like a joke.
Before he was robbed, Xiao Wanfeng thought so too.
After that incident, he changed his laughable Eastern Region thinking, washed dishes for three days, and went through backdoor dealings to get this certificate.
With this certificate, he later avoided calamity thirty-seven times!
Mortal Certificate, a must-have for mortals in the Southern Region!
So useful!
“I might not buy the sword case, but you must sell me the contents inside,” the middle-aged man said with regret, as if he hadn’t seen the Mortal Certificate.
Xiao Wanfeng felt a sinking feeling in his heart; the worst scenario he had anticipated was still unfolding.
The Mortal Certificate, ineffective for the first time?
He lifted the certificate forcefully, shook it twice in front of the man, and said simultaneously, “Feng Zhongzui is my friend.”
When outside, Xiao Wanfeng rarely pulled strings through connections.
But when it was necessary, he was never vague about it.
It is just that in the Southern Region and Feng Family City, he absolutely could not pull Lord Shou’s strings. The number of people jealous of him, wishing to kill him but unable to do so and thus wanting to kill those around him, were frighteningly numerous and terribly scary!
“Isn’t Feng Zhongzui in the Central Region?” the middle-aged man asked with a smile as he looked down at this youth.
Xiao Wanfeng opened his mouth, struggling to express his difficulties.
Yes, Feng Zhongzui was in the Central Region, with his Dao Imparting Mirror’s Mother Mirror, and hadn’t broadcasted too many Sword Deity battles for over half a month.
He was squatting under Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, and everyone knew what he wanted to do.
Even the Feng family had tacitly permitted his actions.
One can imagine, if Feng Zhongzui really managed to wait successfully for his prey, what kind of unprecedented grand battle would be broadcasted.
This was for the elites of the continent.
For Xiao Wanfeng, a lowly commoner, it meant that Feng Zhongzui, albeit a friend, was in a faraway land and couldn’t save him; he had to find another way out on his own.
“Senior, in truth, my sword case doesn’t have a sword in it.”
Xiao Wanfeng sighed deeply and had no choice but to open the sword case. It was indeed empty inside, and as if he had lied, his face turned red: “I’m just pretending to be an ancient swordsman…”
The middle-aged man took the sword case, carefully examined it, and after confirming there were no hidden compartments, sniffed it twice.
Xiao Wanfeng’s facial expression remained unchanged, but he was greatly alarmed inside.
“Whatever was stored inside, no matter what it was, sell it to me, I’ll pay a high price,” the man said.
“Uh…”
Xiao Wanfeng did not speak; he could only turn out his pockets.
What could a commoner without a spatial ring possibly hide?
“Really nothing?”
The man in the Star Pattern Mage Robe became puzzled, scratched his head, and staggeringly turned to leave.
In fact, he did not know why he had suddenly approached, suddenly taken an interest in that sword case, and suddenly felt there was something inside.
Perhaps it was just a sudden whim!
Xiao Wanfeng saw the man leave and breathed a sigh of relief, not even waiting for Xiao Qixiu’s battle anymore.
Today was not a good day to go out.
He quickly slipped away, winding and threading through the alley like an eel.
“Kid, you’re done for,” a teasing voice echoed in his mind. Xiao Wanfeng’s steps halted, and he sighed deeply.
Please don’t mess with me…
Looking around, the alleyway was eerily dark, and the junction of the walls, covered with black-green moss due to the lack of sunlight all year round, looked sinister.
Just as footsteps were heard turning the corner at the end, the same middle-aged man in the Star Pattern Robe reappeared.
“Senior, I am really a commoner, I have nothing of value on me,” Xiao Wanfeng said as he retreated step by step, while pulling out the Mortal Certificate, preparing to activate the array on it with his blood to summon the guards from Feng Family City for help.
The middle-aged man actually had not chased after him; he simply appeared in the shadowy corner, and then just tilted his head, staring menacingly at the retreating youth.
Suddenly, he knelt on one knee, raised his head fiercely, and lifted his hands high:
“Great God Descending Technique!”
Xiao Wanfeng’s pupils constricted.
In his trembling vision, he saw a disintegrating body and a figure who stepped out from within the chest and head, now combing his hair with a comb.
The Southern Region was known for its evil, but it didn’t seem quite this evil.
Was this really an evil technique that the Feng Family City guards could handle?
“To hell with this!”
Xiao Wanfeng turned and ran.
