Dragon Blood Valkyrie

Chapter 777

Fengyun didn't know what Tianfeng City was, but he could hear it clearly in the seventh stage of the Patriarch.

Feng Yun doesn't know how strong the Patriarch Seventh Duan is, but I'm afraid it will only take a snap of his fingers to destroy an empire like the Tianxing Kingdom.

How could such a strong person be caught in the blood net.

Looking at the old woman's desolate appearance, if Fengyun saw her in other places, at most he would think that she was just a country old woman.

The other old men were very silent. It can be seen from this that each of these old men present must be a legend when they were caught.

At this moment, an extremely thin old man, holding a broken bowl in his hand and wearing tattered clothes, walked slowly.

One of his legs has been disabled and he walks with a limp.

There was an extremely deep scar on his face, which looked horrifying, as if some kind of fang had directly pierced his cheek.

When this person appeared here, everyone stopped talking.

Fengyun turned his head and said softly to Tianchengxue: "Senior, who is this senior? You seem to be very afraid of him."

"Hush, keep your voice down." Tiancheng Xue said softly.

Fengyun closed his mouth, the old man moved forward slowly, no one dared to stop him, he came directly to the front of Dafan, and the first person hurriedly gave way to him.

"Let me tell you, he is a lunatic. Even the people in Bloodweb respect him very much, but they refuse to let him go. As for his identity, we don't know. We just heard an old man say, This senior has lived for at least 3000 years, and when he was captured that year, he was already the pinnacle of the godfather.

After coming here for a thousand years, it is rumored that if this old man had not been arrested and came here, he might have broken through to the holy level 800 years ago. "

"what!"

Fengyun was extremely surprised.

Being able to capture a super patriarch, a peak martial artist under a saint, doesn't that mean that there are more powerful warriors in the blood net?

Saint?
Martial saints, reborn and compatible with martial souls, can no longer be compared with ordinary human warriors.

It is rumored that a saint can even break into any space world with his bare hands, pick up the sun, moon and stars with his hands, and step into the world of myriad universes with his feet.

Fly straight into the battlefield outside the territory and fight fiercely against the strong outside the sky.

This kind of terrifying existence, Fengyun can no longer imagine, and it is also incomprehensibly powerful.

However, the proud son of heaven, before becoming a saint, was caught by the blood net and brought here.

Sadly.

Fengyun sighed, attracting the old man's puzzled gaze, and he glanced at Fengyun.

Fengyun seemed to have a feeling of a cold arrow piercing his soul.

Although he has lost his realm and energy, his strong mind is still a terrifying existence that Fengyun cannot shake.

The old man took the porridge scooped up by the guard and left slowly.

Here, there is relative fairness. No one will rob other people's food. Even if they want it, they will use fair means to exchange it.

However, the food here is very precious, and no one can afford the price.

The old man took the porridge and left slowly.

Feng Yun looked at the man's already limping foot and asked, "Senior, what happened to this old man's leg?"

"This old lunatic is very terrifying. Even though he has been sealed with Yuanli, he still has a strong fighting power. He is extremely powerful. He once hunted and killed a two-headed blood tiger in the Western Mountains, but the price was very serious. Lost The mobility of one leg!" said Tiancheng Xue.

"So that's it. Are there many monsters in the Western Mountains? Also, if we go to the Western Mountains, will the people from the Blood Net not care?" Fengyun asked.

"There are a lot of them, but they are generally very strong. As for the blood net, as long as we don't leave the blood net, they won't take much care. We can even leave this cottage!" Tianchengxue continued.

"Since that's the case, why don't we leave?" Feng Yun asked suspiciously.

"You are stupid, the monsters outside are extremely powerful, we can't resist at all, and once we leave the village, we can't get food, we can only wait to die, although the food here is fed to pigs, although the food here has never been full , but at least no one has starved to death because of it." Tianchengxue looked at Fengyun with a strange look.

It feels like this little guy really talked enough today.

As if he didn't take his arrest here at all, this was much better than the endless pain those old men suffered when they were arrested here.

A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Fengyun's mouth.

At this time, it was Fengyun's turn to cook a bowl of porridge. Because Fengyun didn't have tools, he gave it directly to Tianchengxue behind him.

Tiancheng Xue suddenly showed gratitude, but did not speak.

Others looked at Tianchengxue with envious eyes.

But no one said a word.

Before these people came here, they were all legends, with extremely arrogant personalities, and they would never say a cheap word for a bowl of gruel.

Fengyun suddenly felt very ridiculous, these old guys, sometimes, really look like a child, they have already reached this point, and they are still serious.

Hey, a group of pretentious old people.

Fengyun has turned around and left.

In the westernmost part of the cottage is the residence of the mysterious old man.

This old man is really elegant, and he even arranged his small house like an outdoor peach garden.

There are green bamboos all around, and at the same time, he made a fence with bamboo poles, and there is a thatched house inside.

The bamboo leaves and bamboo shoots of this bamboo are edible, but it seems that this old man didn't eat any of the bamboo shoots.

Gently push open the fence gate.

Fengyun walked in.

The old man was holding a broken bowl, which contained the gruel he had just bought, but there was still a thin layer of meat floating on top of the gruel. Feng Yun looked outside the thatched hut, on a bamboo cover, hung three or four Two bacon.

"It seems that this old man should be the wealthiest person in the whole cottage!" Feng Yun thought in his heart.

The old man ignored Fengyun's visit and chewed the "meat porridge" lightly.

"Feng Yun pays homage to the old senior!" Feng Yun knelt down on the ground, no matter what, this old senior's strength and conviction are already worthy of Feng Yun's kneeling.

The old man looked at Fengyun suspiciously, ate the "meat porridge", stood up with the broken bowl, and walked to the back of the thatched cottage.

This is a waterwheel made of countless bamboo poles. The water flows continuously, moistening the bamboo forest around the small courtyard.

At the same time, there was a stream of water flowing gently from behind the house.

The old man bent over, squatted down inconveniently, and gently scrubbed the broken bowl.

The old man didn't turn around until after washing, and walked straight into the house, as if he didn't see Fengyun at all.

Fengyun was taken aback for a moment.

This old man is too arrogant.

But think about it, a strong man who is about to become a saint but was arrested here, how could he have no temper at all.

Fengyun thought for a while, he came to see someone today, but he came empty-handed, it was indeed a bit wrong.

(End of this chapter)