Chapter 166 Return to the Sword

When Song Langran saw his father's sign, he was also blessed to his heart. He arched his hand to Feng Xiaotian and said sincerely, "Brother Feng, it's my fault. Please ask Brother Feng to return the Lieyang Sword to my father. I am willing to bear all the punishments of Brother Feng!" With that, it was also tears like rain, and his face was full of sadness.

"This..." Feng Xiaotian hesitated at this time. He only felt that the tear offensive of the father and son was more difficult to fight than a flying sword. After all, his Lieyang sword was really someone else's. For the sake of this, it seems that he can't go on. That's all, just give it back to them. Do you have a lightsaber? Feng Xiaotian made up his mind secretly.

"Feng Xiaoyou, if you have any requirements, please feel free to put forward. Although my Jinwumen is not as good as the top ten holy places of cultivation, it is also a door school for tens of thousands of years. As long as Feng Xiaoyou puts it forward, I will try my best to be satisfied." Song Min Cheng saw that Feng Xiaotian was still hesitant. He thought that Feng Xiaotian did not want to return the Lieyang Sword for nothing, so he made a promise and said to himself, anyway, he would take back as much as he gave out. He might as well pretend to be generously.

"Master Song misunderstood that the Lieyang sword can be returned, but there is a small request." Feng Xiaotian said neither humble nor arrogantly.

"Oh? Feng Xiaoyou, please tell me!" Song Mincheng said politely, but he scolded secretly in his heart, hum! A small request? I'm afraid it's a big mouth!

"Well, where are you at the moment?" Feng Xiaotian asked, he had to figure out his situation first.

"Oh, this is a stronghold above the East China Sea. We are under the island!" Song Mincheng said honestly. In his heart, Feng Xiaotian was dead. He felt that there was no need to lie about a dying person.

"Ah? Under the island? Feng Xiaotian asked in surprise, which was beyond his expectation.

"Ha ha! Don't be surprised, please have a look!" Song Mincheng waved his hand and a water mirror came out. A rippled mirror suddenly appeared on Song Mincheng's side. In the mirror, it was the appearance of this desert island.

"See, we are in the underground palace under this desert island at this moment, which is also a stronghold of our Jinwumen!" Song Mincheng said with a good look on his face. After all, he can hide Shangguan Wuyong's ears and eyes near Pengzhou Xiandao. Setting up such a stronghold here is something that Song Mincheng has been proud of.

"Oh, it's really under the island!" Feng Xiaotian said in surprise, thinking in his heart that it is not easy to get out today. You must think of a perfect solution!

"Ha ha, I have finished answering Feng Xiaoyou's question. I don't know what other requirements Feng Xiaoyou has. If not, please take out the Lieyang Sword." Song Mincheng said with a smile, but he was a little anxious in his heart. After all, the Lieyang sword did not return to his hand. After all, he was not very down-to-earth.

"Uh... It's not a requirement. I just want a promise from Master Song!" Feng Xiaotian pondered for a moment and began to find a way out for himself.

"Oh, what kind of promise does Feng Xiaoyou want?" Song Mincheng said curiously. In fact, he also vaguely guessed something in his heart. He couldn't help but admire the champion of the Pengzhou Conference. Compared with his son, it was really different.

"After all, I had some conflict with your son before. For the sake of safety, please ask Master Song to ensure that I can leave safely after I take out the Lieyang Sword!" Feng Xiaotian said in his voice that in his heart, he still thought that as the master of the sect, what he said in front of the people under the door was still honest.

"Oh, it turns out that Feng Xiaotian is worried about this. Haha, okay, I, Song Mincheng, solemnly swear that I will never attack Feng Xiaoyou. If I break this oath, I will be destroyed under the disaster! Feng Xiaoyou, are you satisfied now?" After Song Mincheng laughed, he straightened his face and said solemnly.

As soon as Feng Xiaotian heard that the doorkeeper actually swore with the heavenly disaster, he couldn't help but believe it. He put down half of his heart, but he was still a little worried, so he replied, "Master Song is really an honest person. He is grateful, but he is really angry after staying in this underground palace for a long time. It's boring. Why don't we go to the island to talk? What about the island's idea? Feng Xiaotian then put forward his own request. In his heart, even if there were any accidents on the island, he would be much easier for him to get out.

"This..." Song Mincheng was a little hesitant when he heard the words. Although Feng Xiaotian's strength is only in the middle of distraction, after all, he is the champion of this Pengzhou Conference. In case of a mistake, it will be very bad to be run away by this guy.

"Hey hey, is Master Song still afraid of running away? In this hall, except for your husband, the rest of them are stronger than those under the bottom. Is it possible that you can still escape from so many masters? In that case, Master Song is really a little arrogant!" When Feng Xiaotian saw that Song Mincheng was a little hesitant, he said something bad in his heart and hurriedly said excitedly.

Song Mincheng thought so. In his own stronghold, if a distracted man in the middle of the truth escapes, it's really nonsense. He will not be in this cultivation world in the future. Thinking of this, regardless of Song Langran's sudden wink, he laughed and said loudly, "Okay, according to what Feng Xiaoyou said, Let's go, let's go out of the underground palace!" With that, he stood up and took the lead to walk outside the underground palace.

Feng Xiaotian was lucky, so he patted the neck of the dragon horse. One person followed Song Mincheng and one horse and walked outside the underground palace. Qin Hufa, Song Langran and others were helpless and had to get up one after another. As Song Mincheng walked out, Qin Hufa followed Feng Xiaotian closely. He was really lucky and was ready to beware of the wind at any time. Xiaotian took advantage of the situation to escape, and Song Langran was far away from Feng Xiaotian. Although he hated Feng Xiaotian to the bone, he knew that he was far from his opponent, so he had to avoid it far away. A pair of resentful eyes stared at Feng Xiaotian. If it hadn't been for Song Mincheng's words first, he couldn't wait to cut Feng Xiaotian's sword immediately. The hatred in my heart!

Soon, a group of people came to the desert island. Feng Xiaotian looked around and saw the vast sea around, and there was no shadow of islands or land at all. They were secretly anxious. They didn't know which direction Pengzhou Fairy Island was, so they said to Song Mincheng, who stood in front of them, "Master Song, I don't know me. After handing over the Lieyang Sword, how can I go back to Pengzhou Fairy Island?

"Oh, Feng Xiaoyou, Pengzhou Fairy Island is in this direction. After a while, you fly in this direction for hundreds of thousands of miles. It's very close. With the power of Feng Xiaoyou at this time, it only takes three hours to arrive!" Song Min pretended to point in one direction and said with his mouth full of wood, but he thought to himself that they were all about to die, and he still wanted to go back. I'm afraid that there would be no scum in a while, right?

How did Feng Xiaotian know that Song Mincheng had no good intentions at all, but he believed it and secretly wrote down the direction, but said, "Well, Master Song, I will exchange the Lieyang Sword with you. I also hope that Master Song can keep his promise and don't be embarrassed again later!"

Song Mincheng was overjoyed when he heard the words and said quickly, "Definitely, definitely, please relax!" With that, he looked at Feng Xiaotian eagerly, waiting for him to take out the hot sun sword.

Feng Xiaotian took a dragon horse and inadvertently moved a few steps in the direction pointed by Song Mincheng just now. Then his arm was stretched out, and his palm was laid up. A red flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand. It was the Lieyang Sword, the treasure of the town gate of Jinwumen!

"Ah? The best spiritual weapon!" Song Mincheng and a guard in the door, and the elders changed their colors at the sight of the Lieyang sword! Although they all saw that the style and color of this sword are similar to that of the Lieyang Sword, the breath of this sword is clearly a top-grade spiritual weapon, and the so-called Zhenmen treasure they used to get is just a medium-grade spiritual weapon!

"Feng...Feng Xiaoyou, what's going on?" Rao Song Min Chenggui is the master of a family, but when he saw this top-quality spiritual weapon, he stammered and his words were not fluent.

"Uh... this... I don't know what's going on? Anyway, after recognizing it, it became like this!" Feng Xiaotian said knowingly that he would naturally not rush to say anything about his fairy body.

"Ah? How can it be? That little friend Feng, bring it quickly!" Song Mincheng trembled with joy. The top-grade spiritual weapon is too surprising. With the help of this top-grade spiritual weapon, he cooperates with his "Jinwu Heart Method". Haha, I'm afraid that the status of Jinwumen can be reached another level!

"This..." Feng Xiaotian held the sword in his right hand, put the Lieyang sword across his chest, and gently brushed the blade with his left hand. His heart was full of nostalgia and reluctance. After this Lieyang sword returned to himself, he accompanied him to break into the top 100 space, the elites of the holy land, and made great contributions to winning the championship of the Pengzhou Conference. Now he wants to return it. To be honest, Yes, I'm really a little reluctant!

"Haha, just bring it!" Song Mincheng couldn't hold back any longer and said that the figure in front of Feng Xiaotian's intuition flashed, and his hand was empty. When he looked at it, he saw Song Mincheng standing on the mound, holding the Lieyang Sword in his hand, looking over and turning and looking happily.

"Master Song is also very anxious, isn't he? I didn't say no. Why should I do this?" Feng Xiaotian originally wanted to recall the Lieyang Sword, but the careful sword was originally someone else's, and he couldn't help but feel sad and said.

"Haha, God doesn't treat me well. Unexpectedly, I finally have a top-quality spiritual weapon!" Song Mincheng didn't listen to what Feng Xiaotian said. He took the Lieyang sword and said with a ecstatic smile, as if he was crazy.

Then, Song Mincheng frowned and found that the Lieyang sword jumped uncertainly in his hand. If he wanted to get out of his hand and fly out, he snorted coldly. His hand touched the blade of the sword. The Lieyang sword roared sadly, and a drop of blood cut out of the blade and dripped on the land, and the Lieyang sword lay honestly in the palm of Song Mincheng's hand and did not move. .