"Have a taste of our barbecue. If you like it, I'll hunt a few more next time."
The Dwarf Village Chief whistled, and the orange-red sword flew over with a whoosh, stabbing into the ground right in front of him.
"Hiss …" The orange sword flew past Du Feng's ear, scaring him out of his drunken stupor. He was so busy drinking and bluffing that he forgot that the Dwarf Village Chief still had a trump card. His orange greatsword was indeed a little confusing.
It felt like it was alive and could kill enemies by whistling. Could it be that there was a swordsman living inside?
That's right. Du Feng's mind suddenly cleared up. Because there was a swordsman living in his Dragon Riding Sword. In fact, even without his control, the swordsman would fly out to kill people. But in that case, the power would be much weaker without the support of a sword technique. But he didn't know how the Dwarf Village Chief had managed to make the power of the orange greatsword so strong.
"Master, I can't go out."
Du Feng was about to ask the swordsman in the Dragon Riding Sword, but the swordsman spoke first. The orange sword was stuck in the ground in front of him, and he noticed it at such a close distance. The weapon was that there was really a swordsman living in the sword, and it was a swordsman of higher seniority than him.
There was indeed a swordsman living in the orange sword. To be precise, the orange sword itself was a swordsman, and the sword was his body.
The swordsman in the Dragon Riding Sword was upgraded by Du Feng with some means, and he integrated the dragon soul into it, which was why it was a middle-grade immortal weapon today. But the orange sword was different. It was automatically upgraded because of its age. It might have been passed down from the ancestors of the Dwarf Village.
As for its grade, it also gave Du Feng a fright. It was a sword of the Primordial Immortal Weapon level, a whole grade higher than the Dragon Riding Sword. In other words, even if Du Feng was fast enough to block it with the Dragon Riding Sword, it was possible that the sword would be destroyed and he would die.
No wonder the orange sword could cut a level-18 wild boar as easily as cutting tofu. This was because a level-18 wild boar was equivalent to a human Perfected Golden Celestial Stage martial artist, and a Perfected Golden Celestial Stage martial artist used a Celestial Artifact.
As a Stage Nine Golden Celestial Stage Martial Artist, Du Feng was already very impressive to be able to use a Middle-grade Celestial Artifact. However, the Dwarf Village Chief was actually using a Connate Immortal Artifact. A Connate Immortal Artifact was a weapon used by Immortal Monarchs. Even an Immortal Lord would have to put in a lot of effort to obtain a weapon of this level.
Didn't that mean he was invincible?
Du Feng also considered this question, but immediately rejected the answer. Although the weapon was powerful, it also depended on the user. For example, this Dwarf Village Chief did not know any sword techniques, nor did he know any complicated sword techniques. All he had to do was whistle and control the orange sword to kill the enemy.
As long as he killed the person controlling the sword before it reached him, the matter would naturally be resolved. Of course, there was another problem. If the Dwarf Village Chief died, the swordsman would become a free body, similar to a battle beast that would lose control.
At that time, the swordsman might slaughter all the villagers in the Dwarf Village, and then look for his next master. To subdue a Connate Immortal Artifact level swordsman, one had to be at least an Immortal Lord.
Tsk, tsk, tsk … This was also a benefit left behind by the ancestors of the Dwarf Village. In fact, with the current strength of the Dwarf Village Chief, it was impossible for him to subdue the orange sword. It was purely because he had inherited the bloodline of his ancestors, so he had also inherited the sword.
However, there was one thing that Du Feng still did not understand. The ancestors of the Dwarf Village should also be dwarfs, so why did they use such a long sword? Wasn't it awkward to hold it?
Forget it, don't think too much about it. After all, I haven't fallen out with the Dwarf Village Chief yet, so there's no need to fight. Du Feng was not a greedy person, and he would not snatch every good thing he saw. This was completely different from snatching treasures in a treasure trove. The treasures there were useless, and everyone relied on their own ability to snatch them.
However, this orange sword was inherited by the Dwarf Village Chief from his ancestors. As long as he didn't use this sword to hurt Du Feng and his friends, then there would be no conflict between them.
"What are you thinking about? You're not eating such good meat."
Sword Emperor's voice interrupted Du Feng's thoughts. Ever since his body had been transformed, this guy's appetite was getting bigger and bigger. So much barbecued meat, and most of it was eaten by him. Most importantly, the Dwarf Village Chief looked at him and nodded vigorously, as if he saw the hope of the Dwarf Clan's future.
"Okay, let's eat together!"
Just like that, everyone ate, drank, and chatted. Unknowingly, it was already the second half of the night. Although the members of the Dwarf Village were very short, their houses were not small. The Village Chief arranged a place for them to stay, and Du Feng, Sword Emperor, and Fu Xi moved in. Before they left, because Fu Xi had already fallen asleep, Du Feng had to carry him back.
"You're finally done drinking."
Just as they returned, Fu Xi woke up. He had been pretending to be asleep. Because the Dwarf Village Chief didn't like tall people, Fu Xi felt very awkward. However, he was too embarrassed to leave early, so he pretended to be asleep.
"Not bad, you've learned to be crafty."
Fuxi had always been the most simple-minded person. Now, he had also learned to be like this. He had probably learned it from the Sword Emperor.
"No, no, I'm sleepy."
Fuxi wasn't faking it, but he really couldn't handle the alcohol, so he took the opportunity to take a nap. However, when he woke up, he didn't want to chat with the Dwarf Village Chief, so he pretended to be asleep.
"What should we do tomorrow? Should we save those people?"
Fu Xi's question was very good, and it was also a problem that troubled Du Feng. Indeed, forging skills could be slowly exchanged later, and he didn't plan to rob anything from the Dwarf Village. However, those female martial artists from the Heaven Realm were very pitiful. They could have had a better life outside, but they were trapped here.
First of all, there was a very serious problem. If human martial artists didn't return to the Heaven Realm, it would be very difficult to break through. Unless they were prepared with things like the Great Luo Pill, it would take a long time to break through. Even if they broke through, they would be teleported away immediately. And this random teleportation had a high chance of being involved in the turbulence of time and space.
For these detained female martial artists, not only did their Cultivation not increase, but it also decreased. They might have been at Level 9 of the Golden Immortal Stage or even at the peak of Level 9 of the Cultivation Stage, but now they were at Level 1 or 2 of the Golden Immortal Stage. This kind of forced imprisonment was really inhumane.
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