Chapter 393 Half-step Sword Immortal

Chapter 393 Half-step Sword Immortal

As soon as they heard the sound coming from the backyard, Wang Ergou, Ding Dashan and Feng Qingyao all looked behind them together.

Wang Ergou: “Hmm?”

Ding Dashan: “What the hell?”

Feng Qingyao: "Ah?"

But then a tall, heroic young man in white slowly walked out from the backyard.

Next to him, there followed a huge black dog. The dog looked majestic, with bright eyes and its tail wagging non-stop.

The moment they saw the young man in white, the master and his two disciples were stunned and their eyeballs almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, they even doubted whether they were dreaming.

Especially Wang Ergou, who was usually calm and composed, was so shocked that his mouth opened wide and couldn't close it for a long time. He even reached out and rubbed his eyes involuntarily, wondering if he was seeing things.

Is it really this grandson?

Am I seeing things?

Did this grandson have plastic surgery?

At the same time, Feng Qingyao was also thinking: Is he really Thirteen? Why is he so handsome? Bastard, I am not used to seeing him... Humph, since you are so handsome now, you can forget about escaping from the palm of my hand.

As for Ding Dashan, what he thought was somewhat different from what Wang Ergou and Feng Qingyao thought.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: It's over. I thought I couldn't beat him in terms of cultivation level before, but I could still beat him in terms of appearance. Maybe when Senior Sister figured it out one day, I still have a little hope. Now it's completely hopeless...

At the same time, the six people from Qiankun Sect obviously noticed Wang Ergou and Feng Qingyao, and there was something wrong in Ding Dashan's eyes.

However, Emperor Qian Wenzong immediately said to Wang Ergou with some suspicion: "Wang Ergou, do you know this young Taoist friend? I wonder which senior master's disciple he is?"

"Thirteen!" Just as Qian Wenzong finished speaking, Feng Qingyao suddenly ran and rushed towards Ye Fei who had already walked to the front yard.

"Senior Brother!" At the same time, Ding Dashan also shouted with tears in his eyes and ran towards Ye Fei.

Since Ding Dashan was closer to Ye Fei and was about to rush to Ye Fei, Feng Qingyao suddenly sped up and arrived in front of Ye Fei at the same time as Ding Dashan.

Snapped!

"Get lost!" Feng Qingyao slapped Ding Dashan on the head: "Let me hold you first!"

While Feng Qingyao was talking, she had already thrown herself into Ye Fei's arms and hugged him tightly: "Asshole, do you know how much I have missed you in the past ten years! I think about you every day, day, night, and all the time..."

Ding Dashan stood aside, curling his lips in disdain: "Senior sister, hurry up, after you hug me, it's my turn, don't waste time, why don't you just say you've been thinking about me day and night, why do you have to say it in several sentences?"

"What do you care about me?" Feng Qingyao hugged Ye Fei's waist tightly and rested her head on Ye Fei's chest: "Thirteen, do you miss me?"

"No!" Ye Fei deliberately teased Feng Qingyao.

Ouch……

The next second, Ye Fei felt a sharp pain in his waist.

A piece of fat on the waist fell into Feng Qingyao's clutches again.

"No, how could it be possible that I didn't think about it!" Ye Fei immediately backed off and added hastily: "Senior sister, it's not too late for you to pinch me after you finish what I have to say!"

"Hmph, that's pretty good!" Feng Qingyao said with a happy smile.

At the same time, the six masters and disciples of Qiankun Sect were all dumbfounded.

In this situation, everyone naturally understood what was going on.

"Ahem..." At this moment, Wang Ergou, who was standing next to Emperor Qian Wenzong, suddenly coughed, and finally answered the question Emperor Qian Wenzong had asked before: "Lame Qian, didn't you just ask me which senior master's disciple he is, ahem..."

Wang Ergou coughed again and patted his chest: "The senior master you mentioned is here! Isn't he my disciple? Hahahaha..."

Emperor Qian Wenzong: “…”

This, this guy is the sword-cultivating disciple that Wang Ergou just mentioned who is in seclusion and hasn’t come back yet?

Disciple: "???"

This is trouble.

The other four disciples of Qiankun Sect all looked ashen at this moment.

"What, he, he is your disciple?" Emperor Qian Wenzong looked at Wang Ergou in disbelief.

"In fact, he is not really a great disciple!" Wang Ergou curled his lips in disdain. "Among all the sword-cultivating disciples I have trained, this little bastard is currently the one with the lowest sword cultivation level. Alas, this useless brat has really embarrassed me. He has followed me for twelve years, but he has only learned a little bit of my knowledge."

Wang Ergou said this, but in fact, when he said this, his expression was extremely smug, so proud.

This is because, as a top-level swordsman, he could see at a glance that Ye Fei at this moment was simply a walking flying sword, and the violent sword intent contained in him was even more powerful than his.

How could he not be proud?

Even at this moment, his eyes were a little wet.

Over the past ten years, it wasn't just Feng Qingyao who had been thinking about Ye Fei day and night, but he too.

He was worried that Ye Fei would be invaded by demonic energy in the Demon Abyss, and he was also worried that he would become too obsessed with practicing sword skills there and become possessed.

Although Xuanren would send people to bring him news several times every year to report Ye Fei's safety, he was still worried.

He went to see Xuanren several times, wanting Xuanren to take him into the Demon Abyss to meet Ye Fei, but Xuanren said that he didn't know where Ye Fei was, and he was only responsible for delivering messages.

Wang Ergou knew that the "helper" Xuanren mentioned was the old witch from Tianxuan Academy, but he still wanted to take a look at his most proud disciple.

Even if he just took a look from a distance, he would feel more at ease.

It’s a pity that I haven’t seen him for ten years.

For him, who has practiced for thousands of years, these ten years have been like a year.

But he never expected that at such a critical moment today, he would suddenly come back.

Well, well, it seems that all this is God’s will.

"Fur?" Emperor Qian Wenzong was so angry at Wang Ergou's words that his hands were shaking.

"Yes, it's just some fur." ​​Wang Ergou curled his lips shamelessly.

Emperor Qian Wenzong: “…”

The peak of the Xuanjian realm of sword cultivation, and you fucking told me that he only learned a little bit of your skills?

This guy is a Half-Step Sword Immortal who is at the same level as you and me!

This is trouble.

At this moment, Emperor Qian Wenzong was extremely panicked.

You know, he now knows all the details of Wang Ergou. He knows very well that Wang Ergou is not only the strongest sword immortal on land in Wuyuan Star Domain, but also the ghost doctor and medicine saint who are famous in the three star domains. It's just that the two titles of medicine saint and ghost doctor are unknown to outsiders. Everyone only knows that he is the strongest dog-skin plaster in the three star domains - Wang Ergou.

The so-called Medicine Saint is actually the strongest alchemist in the alchemy world today.

He knew very well that he could not compare with Wang Ergou's disciples in terms of alchemy, weapon forging, and martial arts. He could only win a game against Wang Ergou in terms of physical cultivation and swordsmanship.

However, the physical cultivator had already fought, and his unpromising disciple insisted on fighting without rules, and ended up being poisoned.

His greatest reliance now is the sword-cultivating disciple he had recently accepted.

In fact, when he made the bet with Wang Ergou, the two had already agreed that in this competition, neither of them could use old disciples from ten years ago, and could only use new disciples recruited within the past ten years.

As for this eldest disciple, he had been with him for nearly ten years at that time. He was gifted, as if he was born to be a sword cultivator, and his realm of cultivation was heaven-defying. Even in a place like the Floating Cloud Star Region, he could be considered the leader of the younger generation.

He originally thought that among Wang Ergou's new disciples, no one could defeat his eldest disciple, so this victory was absolutely certain.

As a result, when he discovered that the young man was actually Wang Ergou's disciple, he almost went crazy.

Damn, how can this be compared?

Just as Emperor Qian Wenzong was thinking about this, Wang Ergou suddenly said to him through soul transmission: "Cripple Qian, how is it? What I told you ten years ago was correct, right? This kid may really be the reincarnation of the Sword Immortal."

"Hmm?" Qian Wenzong was suddenly stunned, and also said to him through soul transmission: "Wang Ergou, the extremely ugly disciple who might be the reincarnation of the sword immortal that you mentioned ten years ago is this guy?"

"Yes!" Wang Ergou nodded.

Emperor Qian Wenzong: "Is this what you call extremely ugly?"

Wang Ergou: "You haven't seen what he was like before. Believe me, if you saw what he was like before, you would not be able to eat for half a month. When I first took him in, I was so hungry that I lost weight."

Emperor Qian Wenzong: “…”

At the same time, Ye Fei, who was being hugged tightly by Feng Qingyao and felt a little short of breath, suddenly used voice transmission to speak to her: "Hey, Senior Sister, your Wangzai bun seems to have grown a lot. You are hugging me too tightly, and it hurts me!"

"Puchi..." Feng Qingyao couldn't help but chuckle, and suddenly used soul transmission to say to him: "Of course it's a lot bigger. During the years when you were away, I would rub it more when I went to bed at night... Hehe, I didn't expect that the method you taught me was really good. It actually became a lot bigger after I rubbed it myself."

Ye Fei: “…”

I……

Did she really rub it herself?

Ye Fei couldn't help but think back to more than ten years ago, when he was in the demon realm, he did tell her to rub the green beans herself more often, and maybe the green beans would turn into peanuts. He even shamelessly said, "I can rub them for you, but you have to pay me."

At that time, he was just talking nonsense to deliberately provoke his senior sister, but he didn't expect that she would actually do it.

Ye Fei was speechless for a while.

How else could he respond to Feng Qingyao's shocking words?

It’s hard to answer.

Don't dare to answer it either.

However, at this moment, Feng Qingyao used voice transmission to add an even more shocking sentence: "Junior brother, before in the demon domain you said you would help me rub it, I didn't let you, from now on, from now on... I can let you help me rub it!"

"I'll rub your sister!" Ye Fei replied unhappily using voice transmission.

Feng Qingyao immediately sent another reply through voice transmission: "I don't have a sister, just rub me!"

Ye Fei: "???"

She is crazy!

Is this old woman crazy about men?

Right!

Counting her age, she is already in her thirties...

She should have reached the age of puberty a long time ago.

I'm afraid it's still the peak period of spring...

Ye Fei's mind was full of random thoughts.

At this moment, Wang Ergou in the distance shouted, "You little bastard, now that you have a senior sister, you have forgotten your master, right?"

"Go!" Feng Qingyao finally let go of Ye Fei: "Go and see Master! Master has been talking about you almost every day these years. Don't think that he likes to trick us, he actually really cares about each of us disciples."

"I know!" Ye Fei nodded and hurried to Wang Ergou: "Thirteen, I greet the Master!"

Wang Ergou smiled as he looked at Ye Fei who was kneeling in front of him. He used to dislike him no matter how he looked at him, but now, he liked him no matter how he looked at him.

It is pleasing to the eye from all angles.

At this moment, Feng Qingyao, who was standing next to Ye Fei, glanced at Wang Ergou and said to him through soul transmission: "Master, call me daddy?"

Wang Ergou glared at Feng Qingyao fiercely and said through his soul transmission: "You little bastard, don't tell this to that brat!"

Feng Qingyao smiled at Wang Ergou and replied through soul transmission: "Hush money."

"One hundred top-grade spirit stones." Wang Ergou replied via soul transmission.

"Hmph!" Feng Qingyao took out a small notebook from her bosom and made a note.

Here, Wang Ergou looked at Ye Fei and nodded happily: "Smelly boy, get up!"

"Thank you, Master!" Ye Fei immediately stood up, walked to Wang Ergou, and grinned at him: "Hehe, Master, you said before that one of your sword-cultivating disciples was in seclusion and hadn't come back yet. Were you talking about me? Hehe, now that I'm back, can I compete with them?"

"Three days!" At this moment, Emperor Qian Wenzong suddenly stretched out three fingers: "Three days later, we will come back and then we will have a proper competition!"

"Huh?" Wang Ergou was stunned. "Lame Qian, I told you to give me three days just now. Who said I wouldn't give you even three hours? Why, now that my sword-cultivating disciple has returned, you want another three days?"

Emperor Qian Wenzong curled his lips and said, "Humph, we have come all the way from the Floating Cloud Star Region, and we just arrived in the Lingxu Star Region today. Shouldn't we rest for a few days?"

"That's right!" Wang Ergou nodded: "Alright! Then we'll be waiting for you here in three days!"

Wang Ergou clasped his hands together and said to Emperor Qian Wenzong: "I won't keep you for lunch!"

"Humph!" Emperor Qian Wenzong flicked his sleeves and said, "Let's go!"

Emperor Qian Wenzong turned around and strode away with his hands behind his back.

Five disciples followed closely behind.

After leaving the sect, the eldest disciple immediately approached Qian Wenzong and said seriously, "Master, we have to discuss countermeasures and see how to disrupt the order. After all, we only need to win one game.

Master, you see, this is what I think. We can tell them in advance that, except for the two competitions of alchemy and weapon refining, we can define the other three martial arts competitions as competitions without rules, except that poison is not allowed.

In this way, we can send the worst one to deal with the sword cultivator, and as for me, since I have the highest cultivation level and the strongest combat power, as long as I am not allowed to deal with the sword cultivator, whether I am asked to fight a martial arts cultivator or a physical cultivator, I can beat the shit out of them!"

"Yes, yes, this idea is really great!"

"Yes, Master, I think this method is absolutely feasible!"

"Yes, this way, we can even win two games for sure."

"Yes! Big Brother, you are so smart!"

The four junior brothers and sisters praised the eldest brother's suggestions highly.

However, at this moment, Emperor Qian Wenzong glared at his eldest disciple with disdain: "What if they only send out that sword-cultivating disciple in those three fights? That guy is at the same level as my master, at the peak of the Mysterious Sword Realm, which is what people call a Half-Step Sword Immortal!"

Disciple: "..."

The other four disciples: "..."

"Gurgle..." All five disciples swallowed their saliva, their faces pale.

Because they all knew very well that if the other side really only sent out the swordsman in those three fights, then it would not be their eldest brother who would beat the shit out of his opponent, but all three of them would be beaten to death.

"Master, Master..." After a long while, the eldest disciple asked weakly, "Then, what should we do?"

Qian Wenzong suddenly stopped and looked back at Qianshan Sect behind him. After hesitating for a while, he suddenly blurted out, "Run! Go home!"

Five disciples: "???"

After searching for them for half a year, I finally found them, and now they just go back like this?

Emperor Qian Wenzong seemed to have seen through the thoughts of several disciples. He stroked his beard and said calmly, "Actually, I miss this old brother a little bit. I just want to see him. It doesn't matter whether we compete or not."