Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 312 Bestow Sword Qi Yubai

With a "plop", Song Qing knelt down directly.

"Song Qing, get up, what's going on?"

Seeing Song Qing actually knelt down, Qi Yubai and the others were startled, and Feng Zhenxin jumped even more, as there was already something bad expected.

No longer caring about the image of his head, Feng Zhen waved his sleeves and stood up directly.He asked Song Qing eagerly.

"Elder Xue led Xue Jiabao to betray..."

Yiyan stood up, looking at Feng Zhen's gloomy face, Song Qing hesitated in his heart, but under the gaze of five people, Song Qing finally spoke out.

"boom!"

Before Song Qing could finish speaking, he felt a huge coercion in front of him, his heart was shocked, his face turned red, and he took a step back.

Not only Song Qing was like this, even Qi Yubai and the others blushed under this powerful pressure, and could not help but take a step back.

"what's next?"

Seeing the appearance of Song Qing and others, Feng Zhen knew that he had lost his composure, so he couldn't hold back, quickly withdrew his breath, and asked Song Qing eagerly.

"Wan Gu Sect invaded Xuejiabao. Except for me, all the disciples of our Wan Jian Sect fell."

As he said that, Song Qing couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox.

"Where is the sword-wielding brother?"

Hearing what Song Qing said, Feng Xin couldn't help but tighten again, and the two clenched tightly in the big sleeves.

Although he usually excludes the elders holding the sword a little, but the brotherhood of each other cannot be ignored, and now it is at a critical moment, Wan Jianmen cannot live without the elders holding the sword.

"When the sword-wielding uncle sent me away, he was already surrounded by the Jindan Patriarch and Elder Xue of the Wangu Gate, and his life and death are unknown now."

Not only Feng Zhen, but Song Qing also felt tense when he heard Feng Zhen's question. After hesitating for a while, he finally said it out.

"Boom."

Feng Zhen sat down on the futon.

"Master, the sword-wielding uncle must be fine."

"That's right, Master, the sword-wielding uncle is an old man with great powers, so he will be fine."

Seeing Feng Zhen's appearance like this, Song Qing and others' hearts skipped a beat, and Qi Yubai and others hurriedly persuaded Feng Zhen.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, I know that even with the strength of holding a sword, being besieged and killed by several ordinary existences is not a good thing, so don't comfort me, and the old man can't do it casually." The one who breaks."

Hearing Qi Yubai and others' relief, Feng's heart warmed up, his face recovered a little, he waved his hand to Qi Yubai and others, and said so.

Qi Yubai and others then retreated to the side, and stopped trying to persuade Feng Zhen.

"Song Qing, did Elder Sword Holder entrust you with any message?"

When asking Song Qing like this, Feng Zhen already guessed that the elder holding the sword actually sent Song Qing out to let Song Qing escape, so he naturally explained something, or asked Song to bring something back to Wanjianmen.

Even, Feng Zhen already guessed that the elder holding the sword asked Song Qing to bring back something.

However, he couldn't explain directly, so he had to ask like this, and then looked at Song Qing eagerly.

"Yes, when the sword-wielding uncle sent me away, he entrusted me with the Tianquan sword and asked me to bring it back."

This time Song Qing didn't hesitate at all, and directly cupped his hands at Feng Zhen, then slapped the storage bag, took out the Tianquan sword that had no dragon soul, and handed it to Feng Zhen with both hands.

"really."

Seeing that Song Qing took out the Tianquan Sword as expected, Feng Zhen couldn't help showing a smile on his gloomy old face.

Then he grabbed the Tianquan sword with his big hand, and Feng Zhen directly took the Tianquan sword into his hand.

"It's true, it's Xuejiabao's Tianquan Sword, why is it less powerful?"

After carefully looking at the Tianquan sword in his hand for a while, Feng Zhen was sure that it was the real Tianquan sword, but he couldn't help but frowned, and said in his heart.

On the other side, seeing Feng Zhen frowned slightly, Song Qing's heart tightened, but his expression remained the same.

"Master, is there something wrong?"

Facing Feng Zhen, Song Qing asked Feng Zhen with a puzzled face. If someone didn't know, he really thought that Song Qing was confused at this time.

"It's okay, Song Qing, you've done a good job, go back and rest, and come back here in three days."

Asked by Song Qing, Feng Zhen's tightly frowning brows immediately relaxed, and he returned to his original appearance, smiled slightly at Song Qing, and said so.

And in Feng Zhenxin's heart, he was still thinking at this time: "It may be because of these hundreds of years of passing away, or it may be because the Tianquan sword was damaged when he was looking for the sword-wielding junior brother to grab the sword with them, but this Tianquan The sword is also a top-grade magic weapon, so make good use of it."

"Yes."

After hearing Feng Zhen's order, Song Qing couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, bowed his hands to Feng Zhen, agreed, and then slowly exited the Wanjian Palace.

"Boom."

After Song Qing left, Feng Zhen waved his big sleeves at the gate of the palace, and a huge amount of magic power gushed out, and the heavy stone gate suddenly closed.

"Master, the sword-wielding uncle?"

Just as Feng Zhen closed the palace door, the man who cleared his throat took a step forward and asked Feng Zhen.

"Hey! Brother Sword Wielder is probably going to be very bad this time, and we in the Lingwu Cultivation Realm are probably going to be very bad this time, so we need to plan early."

Hearing the disciple's question, Feng Zhen couldn't help but sighed heavily, and then said so.

Since all here are his direct disciples now, Feng Zhen has no need to hide anything, so he speaks the truth.

"Feather white."

He pondered for a while, then Feng Zhenlao's eyes flashed brightly, he waved at Qi Yubai, and shouted.

"Yes, Master, what orders does Master have?"

Qi Yubai responded immediately, then took a step forward, bowed his hands to Feng Zhen, and asked.

"This Tianquan sword is extraordinary. It was originally intended to be the treasure of my Wanjianmen, but now it has lost the dragon soul. I will give it to you now. I hope you can use this sword to protect my Wanjianmen." .”

He glanced at the Tianquan sword in his hand with some reluctance, and then a resolute flash across Feng Zhen's face, handed the Tianquan sword to Qi Yubai, and said solemnly at the same time.

"This... yes, Yu Bai will definitely live up to Master's expectations!"

Seeing that Feng Zhen actually gave him the Heavenly Power Sword, Qi Yubai was also shocked, hesitated for a moment, then bowed his hands respectfully to Feng Zhenyi, and solemnly swore an oath.

"Okay, okay, that's good, take it."

Seeing Qi Yubai's swearing, Feng Zhen smiled with satisfaction, said three "good" words, and then said to Qi Yubai.

"Yes."

Qi Yubai responded respectfully again, and then took the Tianquan sword with both hands, took a closer look, and couldn't help showing a gleam of joy on his immature face.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Qi."

Regarding this scene, the other three people watched it in their eyes, seeing Qi Yubai take over the Tianquan sword, their faces changed again and again, and finally they all bowed their hands to Qi Yubai in congratulations.

(End of this chapter)