My Talent Is Invincible, I Just Want To Survive

"Brother Great Master, I want to go too!" Su Xiyao stood up immediately, looking excited.

"Just go! Why are you so excited?" Lin Feng looked at Su Xiyao in surprise.

"I...I...I'm afraid you won't want me!" The little girl said, curling her mouth and about to cry again.

Lin Feng pulled Su Xiyao into his arms and said distressedly: "How could it be possible? We are a family, and we must be together no matter where we go."

"Yes, we are a family and we must be together no matter where we go." Su Xiyao repeated in Lin Feng's arms.

The reason why the two have such a good relationship is that they grew up together.

There is another reason.

As Su Xiyao grew up, when she knew that Lin Feng was a waste, not only did she not dislike him at all, but she also vowed to practice hard and protect the Great Master in the future.

This is what touched Lin Feng the most.

In a world like Jiuzhou Continent where the jungle prevails, strength is everything.

If you are a waste, not only the people around you will look down on you, but also your closest relatives.

He and Su Xiyao are just senior brothers and sisters, but their relationship is much better than that of real brothers and sisters.

The little girl said that she wanted to marry Lin Feng when she grew up, and she never changed her mind.

Emotions without any external factors are the purest and most cherished.

The main peak of Shenxiao Sword Sect is on the sword tower.

Luo Yuntian clasped his hands in his fists, bent down and bowed, and said in a respectful tone: "Luo Yuntian has met our ancestors!"

In front of him, there was a thin, slovenly old man standing by the tower with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

The old man is Xiao Zhengxuan, the longest-lived and oldest ancestor of the Shenxiao Sword Sect.

"Yuntian, what's the matter?" Xiao Zhengxuan turned around and asked.

"Back to my ancestors, Yuntian has something to ask of me."

"No matter what you ask for, just tell me if you have something to do."

"Ancestor, my Great Master brother Su Mubai was hit by the Soul-Eating Powder and fell into a coma. Now that the Soul-Eating Powder has been removed, he is still unconscious. I would like to ask the Ancestor to check it out. Yuntian is very grateful." Luo Yuntian said. Finished with another bow.

"Your Great Master brother Su Mubai? I seem to have some impression." Xiao Zhengxuan was thoughtful.

"My Great Master brother Su Mubai is the master of the Haoran Sword, a genius that the Shenxiao Sword Sect has encountered for hundreds of years. Unfortunately, he was plotted by the enemy during a mission and his foundation was damaged. Since then, his cultivation has never improved. Not long ago, he was hit again If the soul-eating powder is lost, even the Haoran sword is lost."

Luo Yuntian didn't dare to hide anything, so he briefly introduced Su Mubai's basic situation.

"It turned out to be him!" Xiao Zhengxuan finally remembered.

Su Mubai's Talent once shocked him, but it was discarded before it could grow up, so he stopped paying attention to it.

it is a pity.

But this is the cruelty of the monastic world.

A fallen genius is worse than a waste.

After all, waste does not consume resources.

And genius only becomes useless after consuming resources.

Aren't the consumed resources wasted?

"Since it's all gone, why should he continue to be in charge of the Haoran Sword, causing the Haoran Sword to be lost?" Xiao Zhengxuan asked.

Luo Yuntian's body trembled, and he replied cautiously: "Back to my ancestor, because the conditions for recognizing the master of Haoran Sword are very strict, and the Great Master knows Haoran Sword very well, I asked him to keep it with him while he searches for the next Haoran Sword. Lord."

"did you find it?"

"No...no!" Luo Yuntian's forehead began to sweat slightly.

Even though he was at the peak of the eighth realm, facing the old man at the peak of the ninth realm in front of him was quite stressful.

"You are just fooling around! You actually let Haoran be taken by a disabled person. Do you really think that our Shenxiao Sword Sect is the only one in Lizhou? Now, Haoran's sword is lost, and Shenxiao's seven swords have become six swords. Well, how did you become the leader of the sect?" Xiao Zhengxuan asked.

"What the ancestor was scolding was that Yuntian knew he was wrong, but Yuntian didn't expect that anyone would really dare to take action against our Shenxiao Sword Sect." Luo Yuntian quickly admitted his mistake.

"Hmph!!! According to your statement, the Haoran Sword must have fallen into the hands of the Wuji Demon Sect. With the current situation, it would be extremely difficult to get it back."

"Ancestor, the Haoran Sword has not fallen into the hands of the Wuji Demon Sect."

"Oh? What should I say? Wasn't it the action of the Wuji Demon Sect?"

"It was ordered by the Wuji Demon Sect, but the Haoran Sword was snatched away by another person."

"Who?" Xiao Zhengxuan asked curiously.

Most people don't have the guts to snatch things from the Wuji Demon Sect.

Luo Yuntian told in detail how he destroyed the Ghost Face Man at Rakshasa Gate, took the Haoran Sword, and knocked back Qiandao Xiong with one sword. In the Nine Nether Valley, he broke the Heaven Swallowing Demon Technique with one sword and cut off Qiandao Xiong's arm.

The more Xiao Zhengxuan listened, the more interesting it became.

Besides the Shenxiao Sword Sect, is there any force in Lizhou that can cultivate such powerful swordsmen?

It's incredible.

"Have you found out the identity of the Ghost-Faced Man?" Xiao Zhengxuan wanted to know who the Ghost-Faced Man was.

Which force cultivated it?

"No! The entire Lizhou is under investigation, but this person seems to have appeared out of thin air, leaving no trace at all before."

"One sword broke through Qiandao Xiong's Heaven Swallowing Demon Technique and cut off one of his arms. This person's combat power is probably at the limit of the Eighth Realm. How could he appear out of thin air?" Xiao Zhengxuan was puzzled.

"We thought so too, but we couldn't find any clues." Luo Yuntian also expressed helplessness.

"Why do you think he is wearing a mask?" Xiao Zhengxuan asked suddenly.

"I don't know!!!" Luo Yuntian shook his head.

"Are you afraid of being recognized? You won't search among the people you know to see who fits the bill!" Xiao Zhengxuan revealed the secret in one word.

Sure enough, ginger is still spicy.

The direction is right.

It’s just that no matter how hard everyone thinks, it’s impossible to imagine that the Ghost-faced Man is Lin Feng, the useless Great Master brother of the Shenxiao Sword Sect.

Finally, under Luo Yuntian's pleading, Xiao Zhengxuan agreed to check Su Mubai.

The two immediately went to the side hall where Sumu Bai's ice coffin was stored.

After some inspection, Xiao Zhengxuan came to a conclusion.

The Soul-Eating Powder had indeed been removed from Su Mubai's body, but due to his lack of strength, his soul was weak, and part of it had been swallowed by the Soul-Eating Powder, and he had completely fallen into a deep sleep.

To wake up Su Mubai, you need a soul nourishing pill.

However, the soul nourishing pill is an extremely precious treasure. Not to mention that the Shenxiao Sword Sect does not have it. Even if it does, it cannot be used by a disabled person. It is not in the interests of the sect.

Luo Yuntian was in a dilemma.

I thought that after finding the Bianganhua and getting rid of the soul-eating powder, the Great Master would wake up.

I didn’t expect that I would also need a soul nourishing pill.

The soul-nourishing pill Medicine King Valley has, and as the master of the Shenxiao Sword Sect, he will definitely succeed if he goes to ask for the medicine.

But doing so will inevitably encounter opposition from many senior officials of the Shenxiao Sword Sect.

Even the ancestors would not agree.