The next day, early in the morning, the sound of galloping horses could be heard from the foot of Sky Sword Mountain, followed by the sounds of fighting.
"Damn brat, damn Sword Slave, are you still pretending to be dead?"
"Get up right now!"
In the Sword Slave Camp, Yang Jixiang kicked open the cell door and stood before Qin Feng with an arrogant aura as he roared with a fiendish expression.
"Hmph! A mere Alliance Master of the Sword League dared to peep at Sky Qin Palace Master bathing, and dared to break into the forbidden area. Any one of these crimes is enough for you to die hundreds, thousands of times! "
"Still pretending to be deaf, you're courting death!"
Yang Jixiang shouted angrily, raising his fist and punching towards Qin Feng's forehead.
With a whoosh, Qin Feng, who was lying on the ground, turned around and increased his Golden Elephant Body Refining Power.
"Bang!"
Although Yang Jixiang's fist hit Qin Feng's forehead, he was pushed back two steps, and the fist that hit Qin Feng trembled.
"Good, Qin Feng, you still dare to fight back?!"
"Fight back!"
Qin Feng shouted coldly, stood up from the ground, and said disdainfully: "Can't I?"
"No, that's not right, Qin Feng, your martial arts were obviously crippled by the elder yesterday, you're a cripple."
"Hahahaha!"
Facing Yang Jixiang's frightened expression, Qin Feng first laughed, then shouted coldly: "Even if I'm a cripple, it's more than enough to kill you!"
"Hmph!"
Yang Jixiang snorted, his face full of disdain and anger: "You're just a cripple, a Sword Slave, you want to kill me? You're not worthy!"
"Qin Feng, listen carefully, everything that happens next is what you asked for. A Sword Slave dares to disrespect me, Manager Yang, this is your end!"
Although Yang Jixiang was still worried about the reaction after the first punch, he believed in the elder's ability. If he said he would cripple Qin Feng, he would definitely cripple him.
At this moment, a thunderous boom rang out as Yang Jixiang punched out once again, blasting towards Qin Feng.
Qin Feng's face was calm, and a cold light flashed in front of his eyes. With a boom, he extended his palms and attacked Yang Jixiang.
"Humph! You're just a useless Sword Slave, yet you dare to attack me? You're courting death! "
While Yang Jixiang was shouting angrily, Qin Feng's palms had already met his palms.
"Bang!"
After Yang Jixiang's palms collided with Qin Feng's palms, he was forced back several steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.
On the other hand, Qin Feng's face was flushed red as he stood there motionlessly.
Seeing this, Yang Jixiang's face turned pale. Not only were his palms trembling, but his whole body was trembling, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"What's going on, Qin Feng, weren't you crippled by the elder yesterday and turned into a Sword Slave? How, how can you have such great power! "
Seeing Yang Jixiang trembling all over, Qin Feng walked toward him with a cold and ruthless face.
With a plop, Yang Jixiang knelt in front of Qin Feng with a face full of fear and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Qin Feng, spare my life, Qin Feng, spare my life. Yang Jixiang was blind, I beg Qin Feng, you're a great man, don't stoop to my wrongdoings and let me live!"
"Cripple him, cripple him!"
"Cripple him, cripple him!"
Seeing Yang Jixiang being defeated by Qin Feng and kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, the other Sword Slave imprisoned in the prison shouted for Qin Feng to cripple him.
Qin Feng glanced at the people locked up in the cell. Most of them were old men with white hair, and from their angry expressions, Qin Feng could sense their hatred towards Yang Jixiang. He could also imagine how much Yang Jixiang tortured them during normal times.
They were all white-haired old men. How long could they live for? Yet, they were imprisoned in the dark prison all day long, suffering from hunger and cold, and being beaten like a human target.
Thinking of this, Qin Feng crippled Yang Jixiang's cultivation with a palm strike. Then, he opened the prison door of the white-haired old men and said to them, "Seniors, I'll leave Yang Jixiang to you!"
More than ten white-haired old men were released from the prison by Qin Feng. They immediately rushed toward Yang Jixiang with indignation, punching and kicking him and shouting.
Their punches, kicks, and roars were the eruption of their emotions after being suppressed for countless years.
While the people were punching and kicking Yang Jixiang, a white-haired old man walked in front of Qin Feng.
The white-haired old man's eyes were full of vigor. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Young Hero Qin Feng, for saving us!"
"Young Hero Qin Feng, this Dragon Spirit Stone is a gift for you!"
"Dragon Spirit Stone!"
Hearing Qin Feng's exclamation, the white-haired old man nodded silently and said, "Qin Shaoxia, you've saved all the people in the mine. We don't need this Spirit Stone. Just take it as a token of our gratitude for your saving grace!"
"Qin Shaoxia, this Dragon Spirit Stone, according to our ancestors, contains some great mystery. We've tried for several generations, but we still haven't been able to see through the mystery. Now, we're giving it to Qin Shaoxia, hoping that Qin Shaoxia can see through the mystery and do more chivalrous deeds. I think my ancestors will be gratified."
"By the way, Qin Shaoxia, this Dragon Spirit Stone, we only know one of its functions. It can be used to quickly cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases and any kind of poison by relying on the Qi of the Spirit Stone!"
Hearing the white-haired old man talk about the mystery of the Dragon Spirit Stone, Qin Feng said modestly, "Senior, since the Spirit Stone is a divine object left by your ancestors, how can I, Qin Feng, take it for myself!"
"Qin Shaoxia is right. We can leave the Sword Slave Camp now, and we won't be beaten every day, and we won't need the Qi of the Spirit Stone to heal us. Giving the Spirit Stone to a fated person, to a righteous person, is also the last wish of our ancestors! Please, Qin Shaoxia, help us fulfill our wish! Please accept the Spirit Stone! "
Seeing the white-haired old man's sincere expression, Qin Feng accepted the Spirit Stone. At this time, he heard the sounds of fighting on Sky Sword Mountain becoming more and more intense, so he said, "Senior, Qin Feng will leave first. Senior and everyone should leave as soon as possible!"
Seeing the white-haired old man's silent nod, Qin Feng put away the Spirit Stone, turned around, and left the prison of the Sword Slave Camp. He flew straight to Sky Zither Palace.
When he arrived at Sky Zither Palace, he prepared to take the Sky Zither out of the Divine Sword Sect and remove the Heart Piercing Swords Curse for Yu Xin. However, he unexpectedly discovered that the Sky Zither wasn't in the hall.
Amidst Qin Feng's bewilderment, the two Sky Zither Palace disciples rushed out of the Sky Zither Palace.
"Senior Sister, the Patriarch is still in seclusion. Can we defeat Wuyazi's attack?! I heard that he's already a third grade Sword Saint! "
"That's right! I really don't know how this Wuyazi knows that our Patriarch is in seclusion! "
"Senior Sister, in our Tenzō, besides the Patriarch, who else has the cultivation of a Sword Saint?!"
"There are many Sword Saints. The entire group of elders are Sword Saints, and even the four Palace Masters are Sword Saints! However, the four Palace Masters are only first grade Sword Saints, and the elders of the group of enforcement elders are only second grade Sword Saints! "
"Then what can we do? We don't even have a third grade Sword Saint. Isn't our Tenzō a match for Wuyazi?!"
"Let's go! Let's go see how Master is doing! "
After the two Sky Zither Palace disciples discussed in panic, they rushed out of Sky Zither Palace and hurried in the direction of the sounds of battle.
Qin Feng learned from them that a third grade Sword Saint was attacking the Divine Sword Sect and that the Tian Xuan Zither had been taken away by Tian Xuan to block the enemy. In the blink of an eye, he also flew towards the direction of the battle.
At this moment, the thousands of people attacking the Divine Sword Sect were advancing like a hot knife through butter. In just an hour, they had already fought their way from the foot of Sky Sword Mountain to the main entrance of the Divine Sword Sect.
By the time Qin Feng arrived, the thousands of people had already broken through the main entrance of the Swords Sect and were approaching the Sky Kenzō Training Field.
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