Chapter 317: Compete in Swords with Tom? Feng Ge Smiles Confidently: Let Him Win

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Feng Ge looked at Shen An in horror. He knew about the matter of Shen An being on par with Chen Xin in the sword path. As the saying goes, a great reputation is not undeserved. So he held a high degree of awe for Shen An’s sword path. But the moment Shen An revealed his sword intent, Feng Ge felt that he had still underestimated him. What kind of sword intent was this? The sharpness of this sword intent was simply not something a mortal could emit. In Feng Ge’s eyes, Shen An at this moment was no longer a person, but a peerless divine sword. Shen An just stood there quietly, yet it gave people a feeling that this space could be torn apart at any moment. At this moment, the sky was vast and the earth was wide. In Feng Ge’s view, none of it was as great as Shen An. That old thing Chen Xin can compare with him??? A doubt couldn’t help but arise in Feng Ge’s heart. He had met Chen Xin and knew of his power. But to not boast, when he looked at Chen Xin, at most it was like peeking at the moon from a well. Although I can’t compare, I can still point and judge you. But seeing Shen An was like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, enough to make all sword cultivators prostrate themselves in worship and feel a sense of submission in their hearts. "What is Sect Master Feng thinking about?" Shen An continued to smile. With his one sentence, the sword intent that had filled the surroundings and pointed straight at people’s hearts all dissipated. Feng Ge inexplicably let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "The Wind Sword Sect has always been the most loyal supporter of Spirit Hall. For any instructions, we will surely obey. I, Feng, will absolutely insist on Her Majesty the Pope’s leadership!" What a joke. He had originally wanted to drag it out, but for Shen An to reveal his sword intent, wasn’t that just showing his fist? Just based on the strength Shen An had shown, it was no exaggeration to say that he alone could take down their Wind Sword Sect. He surely had to decisively slide on his knees. Feng Ge now understood. In terms of strength, Spirit Hall perhaps did not lack the soul master power of the Wind Sword Sect. But what Spirit Hall valued was the name of the Wind Sword Sect. No matter what, the Upper Three Sects and the Lower Four Sects were all holy lands for soul masters in the hearts of the continental soul masters and had an extremely strong reputation among the rogue cultivators on the continent. Shen An also smiled. This group of sect leaders was simply unbelievably sensible. No wonder they could make their sects bigger and stronger. It was just that what he wanted was not for the Wind Sword Sect to be loyal to Bibi Dong. What he wanted was for them to surrender to Qian Renxue. "Is there a more private place? Some things cannot be said here." "Yes, yes, yes." Feng Ge quickly led Shen An to a secret room. As for Tom and Jerry, they were left outside. "Elder Yan, this secret room is made of a special material. It can block both spiritual power and sound." "Then, what instructions does Elder Yan have? Is it that on the day of the re-selection of the seven great sects, you want us to jointly submit a petition to support Her Majesty the Pope in ascending the throne?" Feng Ge was a smart person. He had quickly guessed what Spirit Hall wanted the Wind Sword Sect to do. His expression also faintly carried an expectation. Since he had already decided to jump onto the pirate ship, then he had to perform well to fight for more weight for the Wind Sword Sect. Shen An looked over with approval. A smart person. The smarter a person is, the more sensible they are. They will only stand on the stronger side. "What Sect Master Feng says is right. At that time, we will need the Wind Sword Sect to jointly submit a petition with the other six great sects. However, it is not to support Bibi Dong, but to support the Young Master of Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue." Bibi Dong? Qian Renxue? Hearing these two names, Feng Ge’s face instantly turned white with a "shua." A very bad premonition was born in his heart. It seemed he was about to be drawn into some kind of terrifying vortex. And, why would Yan Chixia, as a confidant of the Pope, actually call her by her name? This was not reasonable. And, who was Qian Renxue? Wait, the Young Master of Spirit Hall, surname Qian? A very immature guess appeared in Feng Ge’s heart. "Elder Yan, is this what Her Majesty the Pope has asked you to convey?" Feng Ge said cautiously. His heart was trembling at this moment. Shen An said with a smile, "The Pope? What is the Pope? Sect Master Feng just needs to remember that she is just a working girl." Feng Ge’s scalp went numb hearing this. He wanted to escape this place, but his two feet would not listen to his command, just trembling crazily on the spot. "What, does Sect Master Feng think what I said is not right?" Shen An looked at the sweating Feng Ge and said. "Right, right, right. What Elder Yan says is extremely right," Feng Ge said with a smile that was uglier than crying. Shen An nodded with satisfaction. "But since Sect Master Feng thinks I am right, why don’t you agree?" "Could it be that Sect Master Feng is a die-hard fan of that Bibi Dong?" "Elder Yan jests. I, Feng, have absolutely no such intention," Feng Ge at this time was so anxious he was about to cry. "Oh, then you follow me and say, ’the Pope is a big idiot!’" A dangerous light appeared in Shen An’s eyes. The moment Feng Ge heard this, with a "pa," his two legs went soft, and he directly knelt on the ground. Shen An, as if unintentionally, summoned a wisp of sword qi. "Huh, how come Sect Master Feng is kneeling on the ground?" Feng Ge waved his large hand and said in a deep voice, "Elder Yan, you may not know. I, Feng, just like to speak while kneeling." Then this Feng Ge’s face was resolute, as if he were a warrior going to his death with magnanimity. He gathered his qi in his dantian: "The Pope is a big idiot!!!" A high-pitched voice echoed in this sealed secret room for a long time. The sound was so loud that even Shen An couldn’t help but cover his ears. After speaking, this Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect’s face was ashen, as if he were about to die, like a pile of mud. ’I’ve cursed Her Majesty the Pope!’ He clearly knew this was a secret room and there would be no other people. But he still couldn’t help but worry and be afraid. So f*cking scary. He had actually cursed the Bibi Dong who was known as the strongest Pope. If this were to spread, his Wind Sword Sect would probably have not a single survivor in the entire sect. No, even the egg whites would be shaken apart. But under the intense fear, his heart even surged with a strange excitement and pleasure. So awesome. I even dare to curse the Pope. Shen An laughed loudly. "I knew Sect Master Feng was a sensible person." At this time, Feng Ge said with a trembling voice, "Elder Yan, I would like to ask, who is behind our Young Master? Is it the person I am thinking of?" Shua! Shen An threw out the token that Qian Daoliu had given him. Feng Ge caught it. Looking at the token in his hand, his expression changed. "Sure enough, this Qian Renxue is a descendant of that one," Feng Ge pondered the token in his hand, as if eating a calming pill. He was not of the Flender ilk. As the sect master of one of the lower four sects, with a long inheritance, he naturally knew of the matters of the previous era. The number one thug of Spirit Hall, an Angelic Holy Sword had chopped from Heaven Dou to Star Luo. He and Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect were known as the two mountains of the soul master world. This one back then was the pinnacle of the soul master world. What level his cultivation had reached at this moment, no one could guess. "Do you understand? The Spirit Elder Hall will fully support Qian Renxue. At that time, as long as you seven great sects jointly submit a petition, then this matter will be set in stone." It’s stable. This wave is stable. Even the Spirit Elder Hall, which has always been transcendent and has not asked about worldly affairs, has gone down. It can only be said that in the end, it is still the family. Feng Ge’s pupils sparkled as he shouted loudly, "The Wind Sword Sect will insist on only the great leadership of Her Highness Qian Renxue!" "Loyalty!" ... After Shen An and Feng Ge had confirmed the details of that day, they walked out of the secret room together. Shen An was surprised to find that his cat and mouse were gone. Then, he saw a group of Wind Sword Sect disciples surrounding them in layers, and from time to time, they would let out bursts of incredulous gasps of amazement. The two moved closer to see. It was actually Tom, dressed in a swordsman’s uniform, competing in swords with the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect. It was just that compared to the disciples on the other side who were in a state of high alert, Tom seemed very relaxed. Facing the opponent’s exquisite sword moves, Tom, with a simple sword strike, pointed straight at the vital point of his sword technique. This made all the disciples around all shout "awesome." Logically speaking, for a soul beast’s sword technique to be so accomplished was a very difficult thing to explain. However, thinking that it was raised by Shen An, Feng Ge expressed that he could barely understand. ’Indeed interesting. However, this dog’s sword technique has reached its end. It follows a simple and neat sword style. It just barely suppresses that disciple of mine. It’s still an billion points away from me.’ Feng Ge thought to himself. It was just that he didn’t know that there was also a kind of sword technique in this world called "the stronger the opponent, the stronger I am." "Sect Master, you’re here! This dog’s sword technique is so amazing." "That’s right, Sect Master. Between your sword technique and this dog’s, who is more powerful?" All the disciples looked at Feng Ge with curiosity. In their view, for Tom to attack the vital points every time was simply a divine skill. Hearing the disciples ask who was more powerful, Feng Ge couldn’t help but smile. He said in a light tone, "Let it win." As the master of a sect, Feng Ge naturally could not say how awesome he was. And considering Spirit Hall and Shen An, so he decided to be a little humble. It was just that the moment these words came out, no one thought that Feng Ge would think his own sword technique was inferior to the opponent’s. On the contrary, it reflected a kind of indescribable confidence. I can win, but I’ll let you win~ Originally, Tom was enjoying the adoring gazes of everyone. The result was that Feng Ge’s one sentence directly stole the limelight. Tom’s dog face fell. He held the sword in his hand and pointed it at Feng Ge. The meaning was very obvious: let’s see who is more powerful. "Sect Master, go on! The time to show the style of our Wind Sword Sect has come! The Sect Master is the most powerful!" Feng Ge laughed in spite of himself and looked at Shen An. "Elder Yan, look, this?" Shen An laughed loudly. "Since Sect Master Feng’s disciples are so enthusiastic, then Sect Master Feng should just as they wish. Of course, remember to go all out and don’t show any mercy." Feng Ge nodded with a smile. "Then this one will make a fool of myself." It was just that the confidence on his body was now nowhere to be placed. Shen An looked on with a strange expression. Indeed, in a moment, you will make a fool of yourself. He casually took out an iron sword, supported himself with his hand, and the style of a sword path master was highlighted. "You can make the first move," Feng Ge said with a smile. Tom, however, just made a face. The meaning of provocation was plain to see, meaning that Feng Ge should make the first move. Feng Ge was unconcerned. He thought to himself, since it’s this Elder Yan’s dog, then I’ll defeat it within thirty sword strokes. Let’s talk a little about human feelings and worldly wisdom. Swish! Feng Ge thrust out with his sword. The sword was as fast as lightning. A simple sword strike was enough to see his foundation. Bang! A crisp sound of clashing swords came. It was Tom’s sword striking diagonally on Feng Ge’s sword guard, preventing his longsword from advancing a single bit. Then Tom followed up, taking advantage of his height, and with a sliding shovel, the longsword in his hand was almost brandished into a ball of light, continuously attacking Feng Ge’s lower body. Feng Ge was in a flurry of activity, blocking. The more he fought, the more he felt something was wrong—he was being suppressed! The opponent’s sword was like a vortex, continuously eroding his sword’s momentum and strengthening itself. At this moment, Feng Ge’s heart was filled with horror. He realized he had underestimated his enemy. This cat’s swordsmanship was no less than his! In an instant, Feng Ge’s feet stepped in a strange and unpredictable way, as if a gentle breeze were ethereal. At the same time, the contempt in his heart was completely put away. He displayed his most proud sword technique. One after another of sword momentum, like a wild wind, attacked Tom. The two fought from the east side of the field to the west. The sound of clashing swords was like a symphony. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Feng Ge was being suppressed at this time. Seeing this scene, countless Wind Sword Sect disciples felt as if their hearts were breaking. In their eyes, their sect master, whose sword technique was unparalleled, was actually inferior to a dog. Feng Ge at this time was already in a miserable state from being beaten. Every sword he struck out, the dog on the other side would suppress him by a notch, no more, no less. It was so uncomfortable it made one want to go crazy. ’Could it be that the name of my Wind Sword Sect is going to be stepped on by a dog today?’ Feng Ge shouted in his heart. But suddenly, a sharp light shot out from his eyes. Tom had actually fallen! Although he didn’t understand why a sword technique master of this level would fall, this was undoubtedly a supreme, good opportunity. He pressed forward with his sword, one sword in three. But what was strange was that Tom, who had clearly fallen to the ground, was actually, while moving with his butt, parrying his sword. Finally, accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking air, Feng Ge was as if he had lost all his strength. The longsword in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang. Tom’s sword tip was pointing straight at his throat. But Feng Ge’s gaze was a sheet of blankness. Damn it, how did this dog’s hand suddenly grow a meter longer!!! At this moment, Feng Ge’s heart was not convinced. In his view, Tom must be a strange soul beast race, relying on the fact that his hand could stretch to him. "Look quickly! What’s on the Sect Master’s clothes?" All the disciples’ pupils widened. They looked at Feng Ge in disbelief. "Holy crap!!! How is that possible!!!" "How can there be such a ridiculous sword technique in the world!!!" Even Feng Ge couldn’t help but lower his head but saw that on his clothes, a lifelike cat had actually been carved out by a sword. Feng Ge forcibly suppressed the shock in his mind and looked at Tom in disbelief. He excitedly turned his head to look at Shen An. "Elder Yan, does this pet of yours want to be the sect master? My Wind Sword Sect is still lacking a sword technique master." Shen An... Tom tilted his head. "Meow?" The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect: ??? Hmm? Why is a dog meowing! --- Shen An left the Wind Sword Sect with Tom and Jerry. Within one and a half months, Shen An had also found the Fire Leopard Sect and the Elephant Armored Sect. He had also spoken to these two sects with the same words as he had to the Wind Sword Sect. The performance of these two sect masters was exactly the same as Feng Ge’s. From having a refusal in their hearts at the very beginning, to in the end grabbing Shen An’s hand. "To support the Young Master in ascending the throne, please be sure to add me in!" "Loyalty!" As for whether these few were just pretending on the surface but were actually loyal to Bibi Dong... To this, Shen An could only "hehe." With the power of the Spirit Elder Hall plus him, and also the complete Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... He believed that anyone with a little bit of a brain would know how to choose. In short, Shen An was now extremely looking forward to the day of the re-selection of the seven great sects. And at that time, it would be the time to completely isolate Bibi Dong! At that time, what would the expression on that madwoman’s face be? Just thinking about it made Shen An’s mood joyful.

Chapter 317: Compete in Swords with Tom? Feng Ge Smiles Confidently: Let Him Win

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