My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 62 You are the Great Sword Master

When the man heard this, he hurriedly said aggrievedly: "Little brother, I am innocent. What plan of mine has succeeded?"

Xu Zhian said calmly, "You have included all of us in your plan. What exactly is your plan?"

The scarred man snorted coldly: "Little brother, although I, Feng Haitian, am not a good person, I will not harm the people of this town. Why don't you believe me?"

Xu Zhian frowned: "Does this really have nothing to do with you?"

The scarred man nodded: "Little brother, you really wronged me."

Xu Zhian did not continue asking questions, but headed out of the town.

The scarred man looked at the boy's back and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The two old men at the side chuckled and said, "Old Sun, shall we go take a look too?"

An old man with a pipe in his mouth shook his head and said, "I have to go back to my shop to forge iron. If you want to go, go by yourself!"

After saying that, he walked out of the street.

Now, only the old man in the straw fur coat and the man with the scar are left on the field.

"How's it going? Did you find the answer?"

The old man in the straw fur coat had an amused look on his face.

The scarred man laughed bitterly: "The water in this town is really deep!"

The old man sneered: "You are still too young. I knew this more than fifty years ago, so I have lived a very comfortable life in the past few decades. I have not died suddenly or disappeared like the previous mountain keepers."

The scarred man got up, shook off the mud and snow on his body, and said seriously, "Are you really not curious about the secrets of Zhenlingguan and Jianya?"

The old man walked up to the man and said solemnly, "I still have two years to return to Donghua Holy City. As long as I can complete this sixty-year mission safely, it will be a great honor for me to return to the Shen family. As for the inheritance treasure under the sword cliff, I dare not touch it at all, and I have never been interested in it."

The scarred man sneered, "That's a nice thing to say. Do you dare to say that you didn't come to this town for Jianya?"

The old man chuckled, "At the beginning, I didn't know the situation of Jianya, so I came to take the inheritance with such brazenness. After guarding the mountain for sixty years, I understand a small town truth, that is, some things are destined from the moment you step into the town, no matter how hard you try, in the end it will be in vain, for example, can the wine you brought back from Qimu City be kept until tomorrow?"

The scarred man had a gloomy look on his face, and looked a little unwilling: "Old man Shen, do you think the Soul-Suppressing Officer really exists?"

Old Man Shen said seriously, "At first I thought it was just a legend, but later I firmly believed it. Although I have never seen the Town Spirit Officer in the sixty years I have been in the town, I can feel his presence. I have tested many people in the town before, and without exception, I have no answer."

When the old man said this, he happened to see the steamed bun shop at the other end of the street, and couldn't help but smile.

Then the old man turned and looked outside the town. A roaring sound was heard, and the spiritual energy in the air became slightly disordered.

The scarred man smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think I can see the Lord of the Spiritual Control this time?"

The old man surnamed Shen said with disdain: "You think too highly of yourself. If you alarm the spiritual officer, it won't be Liu Da's head that will come, but a sword energy!"

The man touched the scar on his face with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but think of the sword energy ten years ago. When he was going deep into the source of the sword energy under the sword cliff, a sword energy suddenly blocked him in front of him. Just a diversion of the sword energy knocked him back and seriously injured him. It was also the sword energy that disfigured him.

The man smiled helplessly: "There are no people in this town!"

The old man chuckled and said, "Have you ever seen a town with more than a hundred households with five great sword masters at the same time? And there are no more, no less."

The scarred man shook his head and walked away, saying as he walked: "If I die, please inform the Imperial Master's Office of the East Sea State. The reward will not be small."

The old man nodded and looked towards the waves in the distance.

At this time, outside the town, there was a flat area dozens of miles east of the ferry.

An old man shouted, "Daoyou, you are indeed very powerful."

The middle-aged man taunted, "I haven't fought for a long time, so I'm a little rusty at the moment. If I hurt you, I can only say sorry, but I'm going to get serious next."

The old man snorted coldly: "How shameless!"

After saying that, he took the bronze hammer in his hand and smashed it down fiercely. Suddenly, a huge tiger appeared in the sky and pounced towards the middle-aged man with a cry.

The man looked at the shadow in the sky and chuckled, "It's been decades. Today I can finally beat someone up. If it wasn't for Old Sun's quick hands last time, I wouldn't have been able to hold it in for so long!"

Then the man held the butcher knife and chopped at the tiger in the air. A golden sword energy instantly killed the white tiger's shadow and continued to move towards the old man.

The old man's face condensed: "It seems that you are still a sword cultivator!"

After he finished speaking, a stone wall suddenly jumped up from the ground and blocked the golden sword energy.

boom!

There was a loud bang, dust and gravel were stirred up, and the old man was knocked back dozens of feet, his face looking extremely ugly.

"You are the Great Sword Master!"

In response to the old man's surprise, the middle-aged man smiled faintly: "What sword master or not, I just want to ask you, are you going to give me the enlightenment money or not!"

The old man frowned and sent a message to the young man in fancy clothes not far away: "Young Master, how long will it take for the people from Qimu City to arrive?"

The young man in fancy clothes was obviously a little surprised. He didn't expect that he had smashed the pork stall and shop of a great sword master. He immediately felt a little regretful, but when he thought about the purpose of his visit, he felt relieved.

So he sent a message to the old man: "The one coming from Qimu City is Elder Sun Luo, one of the three great elders. I believe he will be here soon!"

When the old man heard that it was Elder Sun Luo, he nodded with some relief.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was blackmailing him in the distance, a hint of happiness flashed across the old man's lips.

"Even if you are a great sword master, I think you will feel uncomfortable if you leave the town, right?"

The middle-aged man smiled at the old man's ridicule, and when he appeared again, he was already in front of the old man. He chopped him down with a knife. The old man was so scared that sweat broke out on his back, and hurriedly blocked it with the copper hammer in his hand.

There was a sound of metal colliding, and the old man was knocked down from the sky directly into the snow, leaving a distorted human figure.

"You talk too much nonsense. Even if I leave the town, it will be easy to kill you!"

The middle-aged man said disdainfully.

After hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes. He could sense the middle-aged man's murderous intent, so he sneered and said, "You dare to kill me? Your town is surrounded by enemies on all sides. How dare you..."

Before he could finish his words, the middle-aged man's smirking face appeared in front of the old man again.

"Elder Zheng, be careful!"

The young man in fancy clothes reminded him hastily, but he was still a step too late. There was a sound of a weapon entering flesh, and the old man's voice stopped abruptly. The old man opened his eyes wide and looked at his chest in disbelief. There was a butcher knife, which had already been halfway inserted.

"When you get to the King of Hell, don't talk so much!"

This was the last voice the old man heard in this world.