Yang Fan, the eldest disciple of the Sword Sect, is an upright person and strictly abides by the rules of the Sword Sect and has never exceeded them for more than ten years.
Although he is not the strongest in the Sword Sect in the middle stage of the Chongshen Realm, his comprehensive ability is highly praised by the entire sect.
Therefore, it is impossible to find a breakthrough from Yang Fan and obtain Chunyang Jianwan.
With the chief opening the way, Feng Mian and others would of course not dare to block them in Hantian City.
Occasionally, people from the Soul Sacrifice Sect would pass by each other, but they just didn't like each other.
"Young Feng Mian, right? Since you side with the Sword Sect, the grudge against our Soul Sacrifice Sect will never end."
"That's right, Yang Fan and Situ Lan are currently protecting you, and we really can't do anything about it. But the deputy sect leader's serious injury and the shame of our Soul Sacrifice Sect will definitely be recovered from you!"
In the moment they passed each other, Feng Mian clearly heard these threatening words, but he didn't take them seriously at all.
Carrying a rare treasure gives him a bargaining chip. Even if the Sword Sect in Hantian City declines and he really has to face the Soul Sacrifice Sect, he still has enough confidence to negotiate terms. It is expected that the top leaders of the Soul Sacrifice Sect will not dare to do anything to him.
There was silence all the way.
Yang Fan flatly rejected Feng Mian's request and never said a word again.
Situ Lan was a little embarrassed. He was very aware of the one-minded character of his senior brother. Feng Mian openly mentioned Chunyang Jianwan, which greatly reduced his impression in Yang Fan's mind. Many things could not be explained at the moment.
Not long after, everyone arrived at the gate of Jian Sect.
The two stone doors were open, and in the center of the front stood a huge sword that looked like a stone tablet. There were densely written words on it, which seemed to be the rules of the Sword Sect, exuding a faint spiritual power.
However, this scene seemed a bit desolate to Lin Xiuran.
"Situ Lan, since when did the Sword Sect fall into such a situation?"
Although there is still spiritual power on the huge stone tablet, it is very weak. The barrier energy emanating from it has naturally been weakened a lot. To this extent, even the Sect Protector Sword Formation cannot be opened.
Facing Lin Xiuran's inquiry, both Situ Lan and Yang Fan looked unhappy.
"Miss Lin, the implications are too complicated. Let's discuss it in detail with the elder of our sect in person after entering. Now we are in retreat with the sect master, and everything will be presided over by the sword-holding elder Han Yi."
Lin Xiuran nodded and stopped asking.
When everyone passed by the giant sword stele, Lin Xiuran walked by easily, and Situ Lan and Yang Fan also walked by one after another. But only when Feng Mian arrived, there was a tremor on the stele, and the air waves spread.
After a pause, Feng Mian stared at the stone tablet in front of him in confusion.
The spiritual power is very weak, but it is enough to stop a person from moving forward. Some of the runes on it shine, forming a barrier that strangely prevents him from entering. Why?
He looked at Yang Fan and Situ Lan: "Boy, what does this mean?"
Frowning their brows, Situ Lan and Yang Fan looked at each other, both confused.
"Feng Mian, is there something unknown about you? Or do you have any bad thoughts towards my sword sect? If it's the former, then hand it over as soon as possible. But if it's the latter, this doesn't make sense!"
The next second, Yang Fan's expression changed, he glanced at Feng Mian strangely, and even rolled his eyes.
Seeing this, Feng Mian smiled awkwardly: "Hehe... I can't help it."
Everyone understood that Feng Mian's purpose in coming to Jian Zong was very simple.
In his current state, the earthly evil spirit has been backlashed in his body, and the Lin family has suppressed it with secret methods. However, it is necessary to use the power of Sword Sect Chunyang Jianwan to truly resolve this backlash, so the giant sword stone tablet should be a sensor.
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"Feng Mian, you are a guest, I shouldn't say anything. But if your purpose is not pure, you will definitely not be able to enter the main hall of our Sword Sect. Chunyang Sword Pill is the most precious treasure of our Sword Sect. No matter who you are or why,
It’s impossible to give it to you!”
Lin Xiuran flashed her lotus steps and appeared beside Feng Mian, staring at the person in front of her calmly.
"Really? What if he definitely needs it?"
Feng Mian raised his hand and stopped Lin Xiuran. This was his own matter, and of course he had to resolve it himself.
"The purpose of my coming to the Sword Sect this time is very simple and clear. Tell me, how can I pass and successfully obtain the Chunyang Sword Pill? This is really important to me."
Yang Fan took a step forward, his face turned gloomy. But before he could speak, the giant sword and stone tablet trembled.
The sword energy rippled and everyone instinctively retreated.
At the same time, many ordinary disciples quickly gathered within the Sword Sect. Curious eyes looked around, and finally settled on Feng Mian. Many disciples showed extremely surprised expressions at the same time.
"Who is this person? He can actually trigger the fluctuations of the sword spirit that protects the sect. It seems that if he can't advance even half an inch, it will be impossible to enter our sect's main hall. How can senior brother bring in someone with impure intentions?"
"Yes, our Sword Sect and Soul Sacrifice Sect are in a stalemate. We don't even know who Hantian City belongs to. If something goes wrong again now, we really can't afford it. But just one person is not enough to cause a big wave."
"That's right, since the Protector Sword Spirit has sensed it, it will definitely be easy to take down, just wait!"
At this time, Feng Mian had a sullen face and continued to retreat.
When he reached a certain area, the fluctuations of the giant sword stone tablet slowly stopped.
"What do you mean? You just don't want me to go in? Give me a condition. If I have to go in, how can I pass the test? In this way, since we are a sword sect, we must follow the rules of the sword."
Wise as Fengmian, he naturally observed the irregularly arranged sword marks on the giant sword stele. This giant sword stele should be something for the disciples to test. If he can pass the test with swordsmanship, can he enter?
Hearing this, Yang Fan showed a strange expression, and Situ Lan was even more helpless.
"Feng Mian, are you kidding? You don't have any training in swordsmanship. It's difficult for our sect disciples to pass the giant sword stele, which is the test of the Sect Protector Sword Spirit. It's just you?"
Ignoring it, Feng Mian slowly closed his eyes, and a transparent mark flashed between his eyebrows.
The energy in his body increased rapidly, but this was not spiritual power, but the soul power hidden in his consciousness.
The invisible wind whistled, and Feng Mian's figure gradually rose up and settled in the center.
Opening his eyes suddenly, Feng Mian raised his hand and waved: "Qingfeng Sword, come!"
He held his right hand, and Yue Fengling's Qingfeng Sword appeared in his hand.
At the same time, Yue Fengling and others also came from the reception hall: "Feng Mian, what are you doing?"
Lin Xiuran signaled her to be quiet first with her eyes and watch Feng Mian's actions.
"Protecting the Sect Sword Spirit? Since you want to stop me, why don't you show up to see it? As its owner, I am enough to let you see it, right? Come out!"
The pressure of the soul power spread, and except for Lin Xiuran, everyone else instinctively wanted to kneel down.
"What kind of power is this? How can it be so powerful? No, his power has obviously been blocked, so why can he still use such fluctuations? He is really a monster, and most people can't see through it!"
The mark between the eyebrows became more and more obvious. Feng Mian's eyes were deep and his face was serious, staring at the center of the sword monument.
"come out!"
He shouted in a deep voice, and the pressure rushed towards the giant sword stone.
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In the center of the monument, the slender sword lit up.
A layer of sword energy pressure spread out in all directions, and all the disciples stepped back.
The next second, a translucent old man wearing a gray robe, with long gray hair, and a jade sword hairpin on his head appeared. He looked at Feng Mian with a strong and intimidating force.
"Boy, you are so brave. Do you know who I am? How dare you make such a blatant provocation?"
The moment the old man appeared, all the disciples in the Sword Sect knelt down in unison.
"Disciple pays homage to the Sword Master. How honored I am to be able to see your true face."
Feng Mian was a little surprised that the Sword Protector Sword Spirit was actually the founder of the Sword Sect.
But no matter what, he couldn't change his mind. If he wanted to restore his spiritual power, in addition to the Yu Shen Pillar Space, he could only use the Chunyang Sword Pill. Besides, he was just borrowing it, not robbing it.
"Junior, I don't mean to offend, and I ask for your forgiveness, senior. It's just that I urgently need your sect's Chunyang Sword Pills to restore my spiritual power, and there are very important things to do. If there are any conditions, senior can give it to you at will!"
Protecting the sword spirit of the sect, putting the sword sect first in everything.
"As expected, you kid has an impure mind. You asked me for the Chunyang Sword Pill from my Sword Sect with such a big tone. Do you know how much effort it takes to refine a Chunyang Sword Pill? My entire Sword Sect,
Only one!"
He cupped his hands and Feng Mian saluted: "This junior is also in a hurry, so he rashly comes to ask for it. Please grant it."
With a wave of his sleeves and robe, the old man condensed a sword light in his hand and pointed it directly at Feng Mian's face.
Feng Mian turned the Qingfeng sword in his hand and formed a sword wheel. A golden light rose from the center of the sword wheel and collided with the sword energy. In an instant, cracks appeared in the middle, and then a large hole was pierced.
With his eyes widened, the old man stared at Feng Mian: "You can actually block my sword!"
"This is impossible. Although I am just a sword spirit now and need to be attached to the Sword Sect, this sword spirit cannot be resisted by your strength. What else are you hiding?"
Feng Mian stepped forward, stared at the old sword spirit, and smiled mysteriously.
He walked over and said in a low voice: "Senior, it's not that I am very capable, but that your sword sect's lifeline is gradually weakening. Even if you were strong before, if your source support is insufficient, you will gradually disappear."
The topic changed: "How about we negotiate a deal? You lend me Chunyang Sword Pill, and I will repair your sword sect's Qi veins and rebuild the sword spirit's defense. Don't doubt it, since I can say it, I can definitely do it."
Extremely surprised, Sword Spirit stared at Feng Mian: "Are you serious? In all these years, no one has noticed such secrets in our Sword Sect. But you, you clearly discovered the clues with just one move."
Nodding, the old man smiled and said: "No wonder my sword sect has already calculated that you, Feng Mian, will be the biggest variable."
"Okay, I'll just make this promise to you. This is what I promise. I don't ask the Sword Sect to regain its peak strength, but I want to no longer be oppressed by foreign forces. Feng Mian, I hope you won't let me down."
With a little finger, Feng Mian felt an aura in his palm. When he lowered his head, he saw the mark of a thin sword. This was the proof of the Sect Protector's sword spirit's approval.
Landing lightly on the ground, Feng Mian returned the Qingfeng Sword to Yue Fengling and glanced at Situ Lan and Yang Fan.
"You two, please lead the way. See Elder Han Yi as soon as possible and resolve the matter as soon as possible."
They looked at each other. Although they were confused, no one dared to say anything since the sword spirit mark was here.
Under everyone's gaze, Feng Mian swaggered towards the main hall with Yue Fengling and others.