C709

"The descendant of the Sword Ancestor, the Jian Shan Cen Clan?" Chen Feng's words shocked everyone.

Cultivating Five Ancestors, Alchemy Ancestor Good Pill Path, Martial Ancestor Good Attack, Formation Ancestor Good Array Dao, Artifact Ancestor Good Artifact Forging, Sword Ancestor Good Sword Dao.

In the world of cultivation, the ancestor of the True Martial University represented the highest level of power. In the cultivation world, no one could surpass the fifth ancestor in these areas.

The sword ancestor's surname was Cen Wushuang, and his path of the sword was peerless. He had dominated the cultivation world for thousands of years, and no one could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

After becoming famous for a thousand years, the sword elder had met with good fortune and lived in seclusion in the Sword Mountain. Over the past few thousand years, the Sword Ancestor's bloodline had grown in strength and strength. It was incomparable to many of the first-rate powers in the cultivation world.

In Chen Zhou, the Cen family's reputation was very resounding, not much less than a first-rate power in Chen Zhou. With such a background, everyone was naturally terrified.

"Since you know the name of my Cen Family, you must know that my Cen Family is not someone you can casually kill!" The eyes of the old man in the lead were filled with anger, and his aura was even more oppressive. He was already in the late stage of the Divine Tribulation Realm, and was just a step away from entering the large success stage.

"Sword Ancestor Cen Wushuang was innately protective of his people. I think the Cen Family must have inherited this trait from him!" Chen Feng nodded in agreement.

In his previous life, he had understood a lot of things about Cen Wushuang's bad temper.

"Since you understand, then you should know what your fate is today." The old man nodded, seemingly very satisfied with Chen Feng's cooperation. "However, this old man knows that you have outstanding talent in the way of the sword and can spare your life. This old man is the son of the Sword Ancestor, and my status is deep. As long as you swear an oath to the heavens and swear loyalty to the Cen Clan, not only will I not kill you, I'll make an exception and take you in as my foster son, bestowing you with the ability to cultivate supreme sword manuals! "

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the people behind the old man changed. Their gazes were filled with jealousy as they looked at Chen Feng.

The old man's name was Cen Qi. He was the youngest son of the Sword Ancestor, Cen Wushuang. He was deeply in love with the Sword Ancestor. If Cen Qi took him in as his foster son, wouldn't he become the Sword Ancestor's grandson? How glorious would that be?

The corner of Chen Feng's mouth held a smile, but his expression remained unchanged. "If I agree, what will happen to the people behind me?"

Upon hearing this, the frightened Yi Tian Ci suddenly looked up and shouted, "Old Ancestor, this woman cannot be killed. She only needs to cripple her cultivation!" As he spoke, Yi Tianlong's gaze stopped at Li Lingxi, as though he was a wolf staring at its prey.

Cen Qi's face was expressionless as he nodded, "As you wish!"

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and said loudly, "Lingxi is my wife. Even if I recognize you as my father, you still want to kill her?"

"Of course!" Cen Qi coldly replied, "I spared your life and adopted you as my foster son. I only valued your talent. "Don't push your luck!"

"Ha ha!" Chen Feng laughed mockingly, "I, Chen Feng, was born in the world. It would be unjust if I abandoned my brothers and companions for my own sake. If he abandoned his beloved wife for his own sake, that would be disloyalty. Am I, Chen Feng, that unfaithful and unrighteous person? "

"You don't want to be my foster son?" Cen Qi's face darkened.

"Take you as my father? Are you worthy? " Chen Feng laughed heartily as his tone was filled with unparalleled debauchery. "Not to mention you, even Cen Wushuang is not worthy!"

"How dare you!" "How dare you call out the name of the Sword Ancestor? Men, quickly kill him!" Cen Qi's expression changed drastically, turning sinister and terrifying. His lineage originated from the Sword Ancestor. If he had any matters, he would be the Sword Ancestor's own son. Naturally, he would not allow anyone to be disrespectful to the Sword Ancestor.

"Yes sir!" Everyone's eyes turned cold as if they were rejoicing.

They were all sword cultivators with great talents in the Cen family. If Chen Feng really joined the Cen family, wouldn't that mean he would steal their limelight? That was absolutely something they could not tolerate.

Thankfully, Chen Feng rejected them all and they all gave their drinks as a gift.

"Kill!" With a shout, four figures immediately rushed down.

He was a Sword Cultivator at the mid stage of Fourth Brother's tribulation. Each one of them looked like a sharp flying sword, incomparably sharp.

"He really is a descendant of the Sword Ancestor. Just the middle stage of the tribulation has strength no weaker than the average late stage of tribulation!" Seeing this, Chen Feng praised him in his heart.

However, he wasn't worried in the slightest. His gaze contained killing intent that would cause chills to run down one's spine.

"Kill!"

Chen Feng moved his feet and charged towards the four like the wind, looking incomparably elegant.

"This kid dares to come here to die?" As the four thought of this, their hands began to release exquisite sword techniques.

In an instant, sword energy tore through the sky and pressed down towards Chen Feng in an earth-shattering manner.

"What a powerful sword cultivator!" Man Li's eyes were overwhelmed with shock. The gaze he used to look at Chen Feng finally had a trace of worry.

Unknowingly, his hand reached into his shirt as if he was holding something.

"Swish!"

A shocking sword aura burst out from Chen Feng's body. Following that, this sword aura sped up, tearing apart the four's sword radiance with an irresistible force.

"How is this possible? How could he, who has only reached the middle stage, unleash such a powerful attack?" Cen Qi trembled as he looked aghast at Chen Feng's sword, "These four people are finished!"

"Hiss —"

The bloody light fell like a rain of blood, drop by drop. With just a single sword strike, Chen Feng had shattered the four of them into pieces.

Four fragmented corpses fell to the ground, turning into piles of rotten flesh.

"A single sword strike was able to instantly kill a middle stage tribulation. Can this Chen Feng be even more monstrous?!" Man Li let out a long breath, and took out his hand from his shirt.

"Stinking brat, you killed my Cen family member. This old man will definitely not let you leave here alive!" Cen Qi finally moved.

His sleeves fluttered as his entire person stood upright in the air. It was as if he was a treasured sword that could point the heavens and earth to the heavens. A domineering aura shot out from his body.

"This person is a half-step into the grand achievement realm. He's really strong!" If I go all out, there's probably something I can't match up to! " Chen Feng was inwardly shocked, but his eyes were filled with fighting spirit. "However, since you want to kill me, you should be prepared to be killed by me!"

Not only did Chen Feng not retreat, he charged Cen Qi instead. His entire body seemed to have morphed into a gigantic sword that soared into the sky with unparalleled might.

"Die!" Wind Cloud Sword Art, the storm is approaching! " Cen Qi shouted coldly as he unsheathed his flying sword, causing changes in the surrounding space and even affecting the weather.

"Wind Cloud Sword Art, that was created by the Sword Ancestor, it is truly terrifying!" Chen Feng's eyes were filled with madness. As he waved the Sky Breaking Sword in his hand, it unexpectedly split apart the dense rain and continued to rush upwards.

If he couldn't make it back, he could only make up for it tomorrow. Little Yellow had never gone back on its promise.