Sword of Heaven

Chapter 465 Strange Old Man
"Nine Palaces Sword Art!" Chen Fan was shocked in his heart.

These three ancient characters were clearly written by the sword cultivator who possessed the Nine Palaces Sword Art, and from the implication emanating from the three characters, Chen Fan could feel that the other party's attainments in the Nine Palaces Sword Art must have far surpassed his own.

"Squeak!"

Without hesitation, he directly pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the small shop, and a quaint atmosphere immediately hit his nostrils, like the smell of old books, which made people feel indescribable, and he vaguely relaxed his vigilance.

The center of Chen Fan's brows was slightly warm, and the Celestial Eye Art had a slight effect, allowing him to see clearly the dark shop in an instant. Many old sundries were placed in an orderly manner around the chaos, which caught his attention the most. It was an old man who was sitting on a rocking chair with his eyes closed and meditating at the moment.

For no reason, Chen Fan's eyelids twitched slightly. The old man's cultivation seemed very weak, like the foundation building stage, or the Qi training stage, erratic, and his eyes were still closed at this moment, as if he hadn't noticed his arrival.

Chen Fan frowned slightly, and stared at the old man slightly with his eyes as big as rice grains between his brows, but he couldn't see any clues at all, it seemed that he really only had the foundation-building stage.

But this is what makes Chen Fan most suspicious. If the old man is really only in the foundation building stage, it is hard to imagine how he has survived until now, let alone how he guarded this small shop.

Even if there is a strong man in the late stage of refining gods in Juwanchengfang City, it is possible that there is no one who does not have a strong backing to open a shop here. Otherwise, if you practice with your eyes closed at night, someone will come to kill you and seize the treasure.

According to what Chen Fan heard, this old man has opened the shop for at least 1000 years, but he has been living like this, even his appearance has not changed, and he has a strange temper. Worthless value for money!
"Is this person related to Jiu Gong Jian Jue?" Chen Fan was puzzled, and an unbelievable name flashed across his mind.

Old Man Jiugong?

But soon he shook his head. Although the old man of Jiugong has been hidden for a long time, there are almost countless people who know him. If he is hidden in this giant city, there is no reason why he will not be recognized.

"buy what?"

At this moment, a hoarse and deep voice came, the old man woke up, his eyes were extremely clear, there was a faint white light flashing in his eyes, as sharp as a sharp sword.

Chen Fan was slightly taken aback, this is definitely a strong man with considerable attainments in the way of swordsmanship, but he doesn't have the slightest trace of Dao Yun of Jiugong Sword Art.

After pondering for a while, he didn't ask any more questions, but asked in a low voice: "Senior, I want to find an old map from 2000 years ago."

"Map?" The old man frowned when he heard the words, as if he was thinking about something, and asked immediately: "You are a junior, what's the use of such a long-term map?"

As he spoke, he got up and walked towards the pile of old sundries next to him. The leaning body bent slightly, without using his true energy, he rummaged through the pile of sundries himself, behaving like ordinary people .

Chen Fan felt strange in his heart, but he hid it and didn't ask any more questions. He answered the old man's question just now: "Your junior is looking for that map because he wants to go to a place!"

"Where is it?" The old man asked calmly as he was still rummaging through old things.

"Bifangcheng!" Chen Fan didn't hide it.

"Bifang City? Well... I think about it, I have been there a few times thousands of years ago. The owner of that city is a bird. I have seen it a few times, but later I heard that it was slaughtered. Karma!" The old man said lightly, as if he was recalling the past, as if he was telling Chen Fan, more like telling himself.

Chen Fan nodded silently, and didn't speak again. He was already certain in his heart that this old man was a hermit powerhouse of a generation. At least thousands of years ago, he could still contact the bald-haired bird at its peak, and his cultivation level must not be low.

The whole shop was so quiet, only the rustling sound of the old man rummaging through things.

After a while, the old man finally found it and stood up from the pile of debris, holding a roll of old old maps in his hand.

"Sigh, it still hasn't been well preserved. One-third of the parts are incomplete, but the route to Bifang City can be found!" The old man knew everything without even laying out the map.

"Senior, I wonder how many spirit stones are needed for this picture?" Chen Fan nodded and asked.

"Lingshi?" The old man glanced at Chen Fan slightly, then shook his head and said, "I don't want Lingshi."

Chen Fan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words.

However, the old man glanced at him and said in a low voice: "You junior, you have quite a few good things on you!"

Chen Fan was startled suddenly, and immediately thought of the little golden monkey and the small black coffin in his storage ring, which was something he could never throw away.

But if the old man tries to snatch it, Chen Fan knows that he has no chance to resist at all, and the other party will know many of his secrets just by looking at him, his state must be extremely terrifying.

"There's no need to be nervous, this old man won't be interested in something of yours, but who did you learn the Nine Palaces Sword Art from?" said the old man.

Chen Fan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said in a low voice: "This junior has obtained a secret book of the Nine Palaces Sword Art, and practiced it by himself!"

"Oh?" A gleam flashed in the eyes of the old man, looked at Chen Fan again, then nodded slightly and said: "It turns out that you have Jianxin, no wonder..."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and fell into deep thought, and the whole shop became extremely quiet again!
Chen Fan didn't bother, he just stood aside and waited quietly, after all the map was still in the hands of the old man, he had to get it.

After a long time, the old man came back to his senses, handed the map to Chen Fan silently, and immediately said: "Go, this map is for you! Cultivate Jiugong Sword well."

After finishing speaking, before Chen Fan could open his mouth, he waved his hand lightly, and immediately a huge pulling force restrained Chen Fan's whole body, Chen Fan's vision suddenly went dark, and even the magic of the Sky Eye couldn't work.

However, in the blink of an eye, Chen Fan's eyes were bright again, and the light was dazzling!

He actually returned to the door of the small shop, the wooden door was still closed tightly, the surrounding was quiet, the light in the small shop was still so dim, Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the old man still lying on the rocking chair with his eyes closed and rested.

It was as if everything had never happened, but there was an extra roll of old maps in his hand.

Chen Fan was astonished, this old man's realm was superb, what kind of terrifying existence did he come to, and he moved him out of the small shop with a wave of his hand, and it was only in the blink of an eye.

"Junior Chen Fan, thank you senior!"

He clasped his fists slightly, thanked the old man in the small shop, and immediately walked out of the market.

A moment later, Chen Fan appeared at the gate of Juwan City. He spread out the old map to check the location of Bifang City.

However, a beautiful figure in white clothes passed by his eyes, drifting away like a fairy, leaving behind a faint fragrance, and then Mu Yunshui's voice came directly into Chen Fan's mind: "Chen Fan, follow me!"

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