The Dragon from Hell

"Old Nan, is what this old gentleman said true?"

Donggong Ya was stunned, his eyes widened, and he grabbed Nan Hexuan.

Nan Hexuan remained silent, but turned around and wanted to leave.

"Don't leave yet, Old Nan, tell me if it's true!"

Nan Hexuan had already walked out of the blacksmith shop while talking. After being caught by Donggong Ya, he looked at the girl in front of him silently: "Even if it is true, so what? Didn't you just hear that senior say that it was not me who chose this sword, but this sword that chose me."

Looking at Nan Hexuan's expression, Donggong Ya knew that what Old Ding said should be true.

Qin Feng stood at the door with his arms folded, leaning against the pillar and said, "I heard that every national teacher of Nanyang has a sword in his hand. This sword is the inheritance of the national teacher family. Whoever becomes the next national teacher will have the "Goshawk" in your hand... No, it should be the Wangxie Sword."

"So it seems that the rumor should be the other way around. Whoever can have this Wangxie Sword will become the next national teacher."

"Nan Hexuan, I heard from Donggong Ya that you are not the eldest son or grandson of your family, but a candidate for the next national teacher..."

"This sword is in your hand now. It seems that this sword has chosen you."

Qin Feng did not know much about the power of various countries in this world. He made up for it before going down the mountain this time. Part of it came from Donggong Ya and others, among which Nan Hexuan was mentioned.

They are both from Nanyang, one is the princess of Nanyang, and the other is the next national teacher of Nanyang. The two can be regarded as childhood sweethearts.

Originally, after becoming the national teacher, Nan Hexuan was not allowed to go up the mountain to practice. It was only because he took on the responsibility of protecting the princess that he was allowed to go up the mountain to practice with Dong Gongya.

However, when the previous national teacher abdicated, he still had to go back to inherit the position of national teacher.

However, he almost didn't live to that time.

Qin Feng came over and grabbed his wrist.

Nan Hexuan was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Don't move first."

Qin Feng had learned medical skills when he followed Long Daoling. After arriving in this world, he was not sure whether the physique of people in this world was the same as in the original world.

But if Nan Hexuan was really being sucked of vitality by the Wangxie Sword as Old Ding said, then he should be able to have some problems.

As soon as he touched Nan Hexuan's pulse, Qin Feng frowned: "Nan Hexuan, are you really not going to give up the sword?"

He put down the latter's arm. The whole process only took a few seconds, and he already felt something was wrong.

Nan Hexuan is a cultivator, his blood and qi are empty, and his blood and qi are floating, which is obviously not right.

He stared at Nan Hexuan's eyes: "Do you usually use your bones and blood to feed this sword?"

If you feed the sword with blood, then Nan Hexuan is actually not the master of this sword, but the slave of this sword.

Nan Hexuan said nothing, did not respond to Qin Feng's words, and turned away.

Dong Gongya saw him like this and knew that Qin Feng must be right. She was furious and chased him immediately: "Stop right there! Nan Hexuan, you must explain the matter to me today, what is going on!"

It seems that she didn't know that this sword was like this.

The two of them chased away, and Qin Feng stayed where he was.

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and went back into the blacksmith shop.

Hearing someone coming in, the old man didn't even raise his eyelids: "What are you still doing here?"

Qin Feng walked to the counter and said respectfully: "Junior begs senior to save him."

The old man naturally knew who he was talking about, but he still didn't raise his eyelids: "Let alone that he and I have no relationship, why should I save him. Let's talk about this Wangxie sword. The reason why it is so evil is because the sword soul of this sword has been possessed by the devil."

"A sword that has long been possessed by the devil, if you want to save him, you either abandon the sword, use your own life as a price, cut off your descendants, and from then on, you can let his future generations get rid of the control of the Wangxie sword."

This method is simple and crude. To put it bluntly, it is to let Nan Hexuan sacrifice himself and let the Nan family stop having children from this generation.

The Wangxie sword chose the bloodline of the Nan family. If the bloodline of the Nan family is gone, Wangxie will naturally stop pestering.

But the person is dead, so there is no point in doing this.

However, Qin Feng's expression did not change. He looked at the old man and said, "Since you have said it, there should be more than one way, right?"

The old man stopped fanning himself, slightly raised his eyelids, and looked at Qin Feng.

He stared at Qin Feng with his cloudy eyes for a long time before saying, "There is a way, but you can't do it."

"Please give me some advice, senior."

Whether you can do it is one thing, and whether you have tried it is another.The old man stared at Qin Feng for a while after hearing this, and asked: "What is your relationship with him? Are you friends for life and death?"

"No, not for life and death, not even friends." Qin Feng said truthfully.

Even if he and Nan Hexuan have made up their past grudges, the relationship between the two is not far or close, and it is not a matter of friends or not.

"Then why do you want to help him?" the old man asked.

Qin Feng was silent for a moment, and replied: "Just think of it as a spur of the moment."

He doesn't like to owe favors, even if it's just a small favor.

In any case, when he was on the East China Sea, Nan Hexuan also wanted to come with Dong Gongya and others to save him.

Even if he didn't come in the end, Qin Feng didn't want to see him die like this with this intention.

The old man stroked his beard and stared at Qin Feng for a while: "What a spur of the moment, you young people nowadays I am getting more and more confused."

"If you want to talk about other methods, there are indeed."

The old man paused and said.

Qin Feng immediately bowed slightly: "Please teach me, senior."

"The sword soul of this Wangxie Sword has long been possessed by the devil. If you want to change it, you can only recast this sword and reshape the sword soul."

"But you should know that this sword already has a sword soul, and it is cruel and violent. It is not something that ordinary people can recast, and it is definitely not something that ordinary materials can reshape its sword soul."

"If you are not careful, it is very likely that this sword will completely backfire on its owner."

"What materials are needed to recast this sword?" Qin Feng asked without thinking.

The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Feng strangely: "Why don't you ask who can recast this sword?"

Qin Feng curled his lips slightly: "Since the senior can see through the mystery of this sword and understand it so well, I think the senior must have this ability."

"Haha, you are a cunning chicken." The old man snorted: "But how can you guarantee that I will definitely agree to help you recast this sword?"

Qin Feng did not rush to answer, but scanned the room and said: "Senior, these swords should all be imitating a certain sword, right?"