Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng sneered and said: "Why do you want me to die so miserably? I'm really looking forward to it! But it's a pity that you won't be able to see that day. I'll make you die so miserably now!"

Saying that, he was about to take action.

Su Zhaodong had a pleading look on his face. He knelt on the ground and begged Chen Feng: "Chen Feng, please spare me, spare my life!"

"I'm so old, and my cultivation has been destroyed now. I can't live for a few years anymore. Please spare me, just like letting an old dog go!"

Seeing him kneeling on the ground, begging in pain, even calling him an old dog, looking so groveling, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

Thinking back to the first time I met Su Zhaodong, he was the supreme elder of the outer sect. He was so condescending and scolded him and Master Han as if he was facing an ant, and he didn't take them seriously at all.

At that time, I was indeed an ant in front of him. If he wanted to kill himself, it would be as simple as trampling an ant to death!

And now?

Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Now I am the top of the Qianyuan Sect's overall ranking! The geniuses that the major sects around the Aomori Mountains are competing for!"

"My strength is comparable to that of a strong person in the sixth level of the Shenmen Realm. I can easily kill this being who was so tall that I could only look up at him when he passed by me!"

Chen Feng felt extremely happy, while Su Zhaodong knelt in front of him with a gray face, trembling all over, and his head lowered, waiting for his verdict.

At this time, Chen Feng can decide his fate with just one sentence.

Chen Feng looked down at him and said slowly: "Give me a reason to spare you."

Su Zhaodong heard a glimmer of hope from Chen Feng, and he quickly said in a trembling voice: "Chen Feng, I will tell you this secret. This secret is definitely enough to buy my life. You will never regret it!"

Chen Feng frowned and said in a cold voice: "Stop talking nonsense and speak quickly."

"Yes Yes."

Su Zhaodong nodded repeatedly and said, "This secret is about your uncle Han Cong."

"What about my uncle Han Cong?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "If it weren't for you, this old dog, how could my uncle die?"

"Yes, it's because of me. I did something wrong."

Su Zhaodong quickly lowered his head. At this time, he was so humble that he was almost stepped into the mud.

He said in a trembling voice: "Actually, Han Cong's death was indeed an accident. My original intention was not to let Elder Sun kill him, but to let Elder Sun catch him and torture him out of his secrets."

"Unfortunately, that idiot, Elder Sun, pushed him down directly, causing him to fall into the Demon Suppressing Valley."

Chen Feng's heart moved slightly, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do you want to torture my Uncle Han? Could it be that you want to get some secrets from him?"

Su Zhaodong nodded and said, "That's right!"

He looked at Chen Feng and said mysteriously: "You should remember the long sword that Han Cong never leaves his side."

Chen Feng remained calm, nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I remember."

Su Zhaodong said: "Twenty years ago, by chance, I discovered the secret of Han Cong's sword."

"At that time, some elders of our Qianyuan Sect, under my leadership, entered the Qingsen Mountains to hunt monsters. However, they encountered a group of people from the Qingmu Gate and immediately started a fight."

"As a result, the opponent had a magic weapon that was very sharp and cut off more than a dozen weapons. However, Han Cong's long sword was unscathed after touching him. Others did not notice this, but I did. "

"From that day on, I paid attention to Han Cong. To be precise, I should have become greedy for this long sword and wanted to keep it for myself."

"Once, by chance, the long sword stayed in my hand for almost as long as a cup of tea. I tested its sharpness. It is indeed a good weapon that can cut gold and break jade."

"At that time, I wanted to kill Han Yu'er and get this long sword, but soon, I changed my mind. Do you know why?"

He was showing off his instinct again.

Chen Feng said nothing, just walked up to him and slapped his face with a big ear-scratcher.

The left side of Su Zhaodong's face suddenly swelled up, and several broken teeth flew out mixed with blood, making him look miserable.

Chen Feng said in a cold voice: "Hurry up and tell the truth, if you dare to show off again, your left hand will be destroyed next time."

Su Zhaodong's eyes flashed with deep-seated resentment, but he no longer dared to go against Chen Feng's words and quickly continued honestly.

"Because I discovered that the material of that long sword is very special. It is not an ordinary mortal metal, but a first-class material called mica gold."

Chen Feng frowned and asked, "What is mica gold, and what is the first-level material?"

Su Zhaodong explained: "The weapons used by warriors have different levels, high and low. At our level of strength, the most common weapons are ordinary weapons."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "You mean, are these weapons used in the mortal world?"

Su Zhaodong nodded and said, "Yes, above the mortal weapons are spiritual weapons. Spiritual weapons are divided into three categories: upper, middle and lower."

"In our opinion, spiritual energy is very rare. Generally, only warriors above the seventh floor of the Shenmen Realm can come into contact with and obtain low-grade spiritual weapons."

"And they can't even get to the middle-grade spiritual weapons, so they need a higher level and a higher realm."