Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng sneered and said: "Why did you make my death so terrible? I am looking forward to it! It is a pity that you can't see that day anymore. I will make your death so terrible now!"

Having said that, we must do it.

Su Zhaodong's face was pleading. He knelt on the ground and pleaded with Chen Feng and said, "Chen Feng, you spared me and spared my life!"

"I am so old, and now I have been abolished my cultivation base. I can't live for a few years. Please spare me, just like an old dog!"

Seeing him kneeling on the ground, begging in pain, and even scolding him as an old dog, with a stubborn look, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel happy.

Think about the first time I saw Su Zhaodong, he was the elder of the Waizong Taishang, so high, against himself and Uncle Han, harshly reprimanding him, just like facing an ant, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

At that time, he was indeed an ant in front of him. He wanted to kill himself, as simple as trampling on an ant!

And now?

Chen Feng couldn't help laughing loudly: "Now I am the top of the Qianyuanzong general ranking! The geniuses competing for the major sects around the Aomori Mountains!"

"My strength is comparable to the powerhouse of the sixth floor of the Divine Gate Realm, and I can easily kill this existence who can only look up when he passes in front of me!"

Chen Feng's heart was extremely cheerful, and Su Zhaodong knelt in front of him, his face was gray, trembling all over, and his head was lowered, waiting for his ruling.

At this time, Chen Feng could decide his fate in a word.

Chen Feng looked down at him and said slowly: "Give me a reason to spare you."

Su Zhaodong heard a glimmer of hope from Chen Feng, and he quickly trembled and said, "Chen Feng, I tell you this secret. This secret is definitely enough to buy my life. You will never regret it!"

Chen Feng frowned, and said in a cold voice, "Don't talk nonsense, just say it quickly."

"Yes Yes."

Su Zhaodong nodded repeatedly and said, "This secret is about your uncle Han Cong."

"What about my uncle Han Cong?" Chen Feng raised his brows, his eyes flashed murderously, and said in a cold voice: "If it weren't for your old dog, how could my uncle die?"

"Yes, because of me, I did something wrong."

Su Zhaodong hurriedly lowered his head. At this moment, he was extremely humble, and he was stepped in the mud.

He trembled and said, "Actually, Han Cong's death was indeed an accident. I didn't intend to let Elder Sun kill him, but wanted Elder Sun to catch him and then torture his secret."

"Unfortunately, the idiot Elder Sun directly pushed him down, causing him to fall into the Demon Suppression Valley."

Chen Feng's heart moved slightly and raised his brows and asked, "Why do you want to torture my Uncle Han? Is it possible that you want to get some secrets from him?"

Su Zhaodong nodded and said, "Yes!"

He looked at Chen Feng, and said mysteriously, "You should remember the long sword that Han Cong never left."

Chen Feng calmly nodded and said, "Yes, I remember."

Su Zhaodong said: "Twenty years ago, by chance, I discovered the secret of Han Cong's long sword."

"At that time, some of our elders from Qianyuanzong, under my leadership, entered the Aomori Mountains to hunt monsters, but they encountered a group of people at the Aomu Gate and fought hard."

"As a result, the opponent had a magic weapon that was very sharp, cutting off a dozen weapons, but Han Cong's long sword, after touching him, was undamaged. Others did not notice this, but I did. "

"From that day on, I paid attention to Han Cong. To be correct, I should have become greedy for this long sword and wanted to take it for myself."

"Once, by chance, the long sword stayed in my hands for almost a cup of tea. I tested its sharpness and it was indeed a good weapon for cutting gold and jade."

"At the time I wanted to kill Han Yu'er and win this long sword, but soon, I changed my mind. Do you know why this is?"

He was selling off instinctively again.

Chen Feng didn't say a word, but walked up to him and slapped a big ear scraper on his face.

Su Zhaodong's left face suddenly swelled, and several broken teeth mixed with blood flew out, embarrassed.

Chen Feng said in a cold voice: "Hurry up and tell the truth, if you dare to sell it, it will be your left hand next time."

A bit of resentment flashed in Su Zhaodong's eyes, but he no longer dared to violate Chen Feng's words, and quickly proceeded to speak honestly.

"Because I discovered that the material of the long sword is very special. It is not ordinary metal, but a first-class material called mica gold."

Chen Feng frowned and asked, "What is mica gold and what is the first-level material?"

Su Zhaodong explained: "The weapons used by the warriors vary from high to low. In our strength segment, the most common weapons are ordinary weapons."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "It means, are these weapons used in the world?"

Su Zhaodong nodded and said, "Yes, there are spirit implements above all artifacts, and spirit artifacts are divided into upper, middle and lower grades."

"In our opinion, aura is very rare. Generally, only martial artists above the seventh floor of the Divine Door Realm can contact and obtain low-grade spiritual weapons."

"However, they can't even access the middle-grade spirit tools, so a higher level and a higher realm are needed."