The Dragon from Hell

Donggong Ya was speechless when she heard the old man's words.

Her original intention was not to ask for money. A piece of spiritual crystal was nothing to her and Nan Hexuan.

This old man was really rude!

However, when she thought that he might be the master in the north of Taohuayuan, Donggong Ya still endured it and said in a good voice: "Old man, you misunderstood. I am not here to ask you for money. In fact, I came here to ask you for some advice on cultivation..."

"Cultivation? I don't know what cultivation is. You have come to the wrong place." Donggong Ya's voice fell, and the old Dingtou refused without thinking: "Either you take the sword or go directly, don't delay my nap."

The smile on Donggong Ya's face froze: "Isn't it morning? You want to take a nap?"

But the old man didn't seem to want to pay attention to her at all. He simply closed his eyes and pretended not to hear anything.

Donggong Ya was furious and was about to argue with the old man: "We helped you with good intentions, what's your attitude..."

Nan Hexuan pulled her: "Forget it, we are the ones who disturbed you."

Qin Feng leaned against the door without saying anything, but his eyes fell on the old man.

The old man should not have said anything nonsense just now, because Qin Feng did not feel any spiritual power from him, not because the old man concealed the breath, but because he really did not have it.

In other words, the old man was not a cultivator.

However, the strong man just said that the old man had been here for two hundred years. If he was not a cultivator, how could he have lived so long?

What a weirdo.

Nan Hexuan should have seen this point, and whispered to Donggong Ya: "Forget it, let's go first, I must have misjudged him."

Since the old man had no spiritual power, he should not be one of the four masters mentioned by the old woman.

However, Nan Hexuan saw that the old man had a cold face and extraordinary temperament, so he subconsciously thought that he must be a master who had been hiding from the world.

Dong Gongya sighed a little disappointedly when she heard this: "Well, I thought I could save some energy today, but now it seems that I have to find someone again."

After that, she said to Old Dingtou a little unconvinced: "Old man, we are not helping you just to make you pay back. We don't want this sword. We have our own peerless magic weapons, so you don't have to worry about it."

She really didn't help the old man to make him grateful, but the old man's attitude just now made her a little annoyed, so she deliberately provoked him a few words.

Who knew that after she finished speaking, the old man didn't even raise his eyelids: "If a weapon that sucks human essence and blood can be considered a peerless divine weapon, then all the divine swords in the world should be broken and thrown into the refining furnace..."

The three turned around and wanted to leave, but when they reached the door, Nan Hexuan paused and turned around to look at the old man, his pupils trembling slightly: "Old man, what do you mean?"

"Don't you know what I mean? The sword on you will take your life sooner or later." The old man lay on the recliner calmly, holding a pipe in one mouth and fanning with one hand, as if talking in his sleep.

Qin Feng's expression moved, and he knew that the old man was not simple at the moment.

Nan Hexuan's sword was indeed carried with him, but it was not unsheathed, and the breath had been concealed long ago.

Before in the Demon Realm, although he didn't know what Nan Hexuan's sword was, when he made up his mind to sacrifice blood, Qin Feng could detect the strangeness of the sword.

He had heard Dong Gongya say that Nan Hexuan's sword was called Goshawk.

But he had seen this sword several times and felt that it did not fit with the name Goshawk.

He even felt that the name Goshawk was given to this sword to cover up its original name.

Nan Hexuan's face tightened, and he looked at the old man nervously, and subconsciously tightened the long sword in his hand.

"Old man, I don't understand what you mean."

"The Wangxie in your hand, I thought it should have been destroyed three thousand years ago. After all, swords are born to be used by people, not people for swords. But I didn't expect that you, a young man, actually held it, and from the aura on it... your family has died in its hands for generations, and you dare to use it?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng saw Nan Hexuan's face suddenly change, and his hand holding the long sword tightened.

It seems that the old man was right. Not only did Nan Hexuan want to sacrifice his blood to this sword, but some of his ancestors must have died under this sword in order to borrow its power.

As the old man said, the sword was born to be used by people. If people use the sword, then this sword is really unnecessary.

However, since this sword is a family heirloom of Nan Hexuan, it is not his turn as an outsider to comment.

Dong Gongya also widened his eyes at this time, staring at the old man and said: "OldHow do you know?"

"Not only do I know that this sword can be sacrificed with blood to stimulate the evil power hidden in it, I also know that the person holding this sword will die under this sword sooner or later. Because even without blood sacrifice, this sword will continuously absorb the life of the person holding the sword. Even for practitioners, life span is infinite and life is limited..."

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and a pair of turbid gray pupils fell on Nan Hexuan: "And you, how long do you have to continue to support this sword?"

After the voice fell, the small shop fell into silence instantly.

Nan Hexuan's face was as pale as paper, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Dong Gongya was anxious: "Old man, since you can see the mystery of this sword, is there a way to solve it?"

"Solve?" The old man sneered: "A thousand-year-old evil sword, how can you solve it just by saying it? And ask this kid, if you want him to give up the sword, can he do it? "

"I believe this kid's family should also know the strangeness of this sword. If they know, how can this sword be passed down to this day? Is it really his ancestors who covet the power of this sword? I don't think so. "

"Even in a family that has been passed down for thousands of years, there are always a few cowards. Although power is tempting, there are always people who cherish their lives. "

"I'm afraid this sword is not passed down by their family voluntarily. It's not that they chose this sword, but this sword chose them, so that they have to pass this sword down from generation to generation, right?"

The old man spoke word by word, and when he finished speaking, Nan Hexuan's breathing became heavy.

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and just by looking at his face, he knew that the old man was not talking nonsense.

As the old man said, they passed down this sword from generation to generation and changed the name of this sword, not entirely to take advantage of the power of this sword.

But they had no choice.

On this sword is the blood of their generations, and now it is Nan Hexuan's generation.