Yan Zhengming could crush the idiot in the carriage to death with just one finger. As for the two Yuanshen thugs who had lost their integrity in their later years following him, although they looked quite useful, they were actually nothing to worry about.

The two of them were obviously old. For cultivators, if their cultivation can keep up with their age, unless they have some special hobbies, their appearance will usually remain in youth or middle age, such as Island Master Gu and Lord Bei Ming. Those who look old and frail are those who have reached the end of their lifespan but have not been able to make further progress in their cultivation, such as Westward Palace Master Bai Ji. Generally speaking, these people have been stuck in the same realm for too long and can never cross that threshold, so their abilities are mostly just so-so.

Furthermore, the so-called "primordial spirit cultivator" only refers to the realm. There are thousands of ways to the same destination, and there are many realms. A high realm does not mean good fighting. For example, a cultivator like Li Yun, who has mediocre swordsmanship and spends all day around the stove and alchemy furnace, even if he cultivates three souls in the future, Yan Zhengming can still beat him to a pulp.

This is why no one wants to cause trouble for sword cultivators - they were born for battle since the day they entered the path of cultivation.

Fortunately, Yan Zhengming is not a sword cultivator in the ordinary sense. Before he became a sword cultivator, he was first accustomed to being a young master. After becoming a sword cultivator, he was forced to become the head of the sect. He does not want to cause any unnecessary trouble at the moment. Both inside and outside the sect... and Cheng Qian have made him feel overwhelmed. He really does not want to get entangled with these pigs and dogs anymore.

Although there is nothing to worry about these people in front of me, but seeing that the dandy can sit in a flying carriage, and that such a loser still has people following him, and even can employ his spiritual thugs, he might be a direct descendant of a big sect. When beating the dog, look at the owner. It would not be worthwhile to attract another creditor for this trivial matter to the precarious Fuyao Villa.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes. I didn't check the almanac before going out that day, and I ran into a half-witted guy.

As soon as the strange flag in the dude's hand was raised, it was out of the control of its original owner. It swept across the place like a storm, instantly suppressing the aura of all the people around him, and faintly revealed a hint of ancient and heavy arrogance.

Li Yun had no time to dodge, his eyes lit up first, and he said happily: "Oh my God... is this the legendary 'True Dragon Flag'?"

No one asked him, Li Yun just kept on talking: "This is an ancient artifact, older than Third Junior Brother's Unfortunate Death Sword. It is said to be painted with the skin of a real dragon from overseas, and the flagpole is a piece of dragon bone, which contains the power of an ancient dragon, a real dragon! The roar of a dragon in the sea can shake the sun, moon and stars. It is said that this thing can cover the sky, move mountains and fill the sea. It all depends on the thought of the person holding the flag..."

Yan Zhengming's head hurt from his nagging, so he turned cold and shouted, "Shut up!"

After saying that, he threw the puddle bird to Li Yun's side, turned to the two old men and said, "We are not looking for trouble."

The two old soul masters looked at each other, both of them were helpless. One of them went to pull the playboy on the carriage, while the other played the role of peacemaker to Yan Zhengming, advising him: "Daoyou Haifen, our young master is the only child, young and favored, so he is inevitably a little arrogant. Uh... if this bird is really valuable, the price can actually be negotiated..."

The first half of the sentence sounded reasonable, but the second half made Sect Leader Yan furious.

Thinking back to his youth, he was rich and spent money like water. Later, the Yan family fell into poverty and he could not return to his sect. He had experienced a long period of hard times without money, and now he has become a "money-making playboy" in the black market who values ​​money more than his life. After several ups and downs, Yan Zhengming has very complicated feelings towards the word "wealth".

To put it simply, he likes to put on airs, but he can't stand others doing so, especially when others use money to show off to him.

He shouted angrily, "I said I won't sell it! Don't you understand?"

Then he could no longer bear it and slashed at the real dragon flag with his sword.

The dragon soul of the real dragon flag is still alive. Once it is released, even if the person holding the flag is a mortal, he will be able to shake the earth and shock the sky - it can be seen how this dandy family has spoiled him - at this moment, the dragon flag was stimulated by Yan Zhengming's sword intent, and dozens of thunders immediately fell obliquely and collided with the powerful sword energy in mid-air. The loud noise made people dizzy.

Yan Zhengming's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but take two or three steps back, vaguely feeling that his true energy was suppressed by the dragon's might.

At this moment, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed behind him, and the familiar chill that had been spreading over the past few days spread out. Cheng Qian said, "I have been in seclusion for too long, and my knowledge is shallow. I have not seen a true dragon soul yet. Brother, please let me meet it."

Yan Zhengming was stunned at first, then his anger grew stronger, thinking: "This kid didn't even consult me ​​before and just rushed in with his sword, where did he learn this trick from now? Could it be that over the years, I have changed from 'useless senior brother' to 'useless senior brother who needs others to coax' in his mind?"

He wanted to challenge the overlapping spiritual consciousness of all the great men in the master's seal. Could it be that he was afraid of a horned worm that had been dead for eight thousand years?

Yan Zhengming said nothing and his whole body turned into a bright sword shadow. Thousands of Yuanshen swords faced the thunder in the sky without dodging or evading, and went upstream. The sword energy and the thunder met angrily. The earth was roaring, and all the beasts in the mountains fled in fear. The overseas dragon looming in the clouds and the unrestrained sword cultivator of the time refused to give an inch, and the thick clouds rolled like waves.

The dude in the carriage was terrified. Every time he took out the True Dragon Flag, the opponent would kneel down before him. Who knew that the ghost flag would get out of control when it met a strong opponent, and there would be such a big commotion? He was completely dependent on the protection of two Yuan Shen monks at this time. He had been soaked by the wind and rain stirred up by the True Dragon Flag and was shivering. His cheeks were numb from the chattering teeth.

Except for the two Yuanshen monks, the unlucky guys near the carriage were basically all paralyzed to the ground by the sword intent and dragon power, unable to raise their heads.

Cheng Qian, who was left aside to watch the battle, stood still, but there was a slight embarrassment between his brows. He didn't understand for a moment what he had said wrong again.

Seeing this, Shuikeng quickly retracted his head into the sleeve of his second brother, and wisely decided to behave himself for a while and resolutely not talk back to the head brother.

Is the eldest brother unhappy for one of those few days every month? He is so angry.

The dragon soul let out a long roar towards the sky. Yan Zhengming pushed the protective true energy to the extreme, completely ignoring the wind and frost around him. His wide sleeves were torn apart, and his robe belt was flying. Countless soul swords gathered into one, carrying the power of wind and thunder, and tore through the clouds like a god-killer. The strong wind and heavy rain could not weaken his brutality in the slightest, and the sword shadow rushed straight towards the dragon soul.

Cheng Qian's eyes narrowed, and he whispered, "'Outward'... Has Senior Brother reached this point?"

According to legend, "coming out with the sword" is the first step in refining the body into a sword. Once a sword cultivator takes this step, he will truly touch the realm of the Sword God that cannot be explained to others.

Taking this step is enough to make you one of the top masters of the cultivators.

"From what I know, he seemed to be one step short of the mark when he used his sword last time," Li Yun looked at him meaningfully and said, "I'm afraid you forced him to do that."

Cheng Qian was speechless after hearing his words. He instinctively wanted to refute, but then he changed his mind and felt that it seemed to be true.

His expression was slightly solemn for a moment, and he thought: "Then... could it be that the trace of the inner demon between his eyebrows is also due to me?"

At this moment, there was a roar, and Yan Zhengming's sword pierced through the dragon soul.

Li Yun hurriedly shouted, "Oh, Senior Brother, that is a real dragon flag. There is only one like it from ancient times to the present. Please don't waste it... My dear, the dragon bones are cracked, please be careful!"

Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear and seemed determined to beat the dragon flag and the dragon soul back to the underworld.

Li Yun had no choice but to look at Cheng Qian eagerly.

Cheng Qian stood still and didn't say anything, so Li Yun had to speak: "Xiao Qian, since ancient times, the dead cannot be resurrected, but you are an exception. You may not feel the fear and guilt of your old friend's return. Those are too heavy, which can make people toss and turn all night, and can also change the taste of any yearning in the world. Looking back on a hundred years of life, how can it be so easy to be the same as before? He has hated himself for so many years because of you, I can't even count it... Please don't make him hate him more."

Cheng Qian appears cold on the outside but is actually a delicate person at heart. He always knows everything he hears. How could he not understand what Li Yun said?

With that thrust of the sword, the situation in the air was reversed. The dragon soul, which had been so majestic just now, was now retreating again and again. It was almost being suppressed by Yan Zhengming. Finally, it could not bear it anymore and turned around to retreat back into the dragon flag.

At this moment, Cheng Qian suddenly turned into a meteor, soaring straight up and down into the sky shrouded by the dragon flag. Amidst the wind and thunder, all the rain falling from his side turned into frost. The power of his soul that was forged from the Soul Gathering Jade after surviving nine deaths suddenly released, and swept over with incredible precision at the moment when the dragon soul was about to escape into the true dragon flag.

The injured dragon soul was instantly suppressed by Cheng Qian's soul and condensed in mid-air.

The tip of Yan Zhengming's sword had just barely touched the True Dragon Flag, but he stopped abruptly at this moment. With a murderous look on his face, he stared at Cheng Qian quietly.

Cheng Qian smiled at him as if he didn't care, and said, "Look, Second Brother's eyes are almost blue. He specially sent me to beg for mercy. First Brother, please show some mercy."

"I'm so pissed off." Yan Zhengming thought to himself, but he couldn't stay angry at Cheng Qian's occasional smile for too long. The cold murderous intent on his body and the inner demon looming between his eyebrows finally dissipated gradually, but the aura of being out of the front seemed to still remain in his body. He stepped on the realm of the Sword God, but instead of having a broad mind, he felt a little aggrieved and spit on himself, "It seems that he has fooled me again. I am really disappointing."

Yan Zhengming suppressed the sword light around him, rolled his eyes at Cheng Qian and said, "You want all the junk? Li Yun only knows how to pick up junk."

Cheng Qian rolled up his long sleeves and rolled the dragon soul that was frozen in the air back to the real dragon flag. The flag immediately drooped softly, and the sky full of wind and thunder suddenly calmed down, as if everything just now was an illusion. Cheng Qian rolled up the dragon flag calmly, and his fingers touched the dragon bones that were cracked by Yan Zhengming, and he could still feel the subtle tremor of the dragon soul in it.

He was also a divine beast, but he has fallen to this state. I don’t know if it is God’s will or something else.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent and treat all things as straw dogs.

Perhaps in front of the Heavenly Dao, the so-called divine dragons and mighty beings are nothing more than a group of ants, right?

Thinking about it this way, I feel both open-minded and sad.

Cheng Qian threw the True Dragon Flag to Li Yun, then glanced down at the Pegasus carriage on the ground - several Pegasus had broken free from the reins and escaped at some point, and he had no idea how this dude would get back. Would he let his lackeys carry him on their swords?

Yan Zhengming said arrogantly: "Since you are willing to reconcile, we will accept this gift for the time being."

Li Yun was smiling amiably beside him, and agreed like a lackey: "Yes, yes, thank you very much."

The two Yuanshen cultivators on the other side saw it clearly - the one who was a sword cultivator had already surpassed the level of breaking through, and the other one who was not a sword cultivator used his Yuanshen to suppress the dragon soul. Although it was the dragon soul's hand, it seemed a bit like taking advantage of the situation... but it was also an ancient real dragon.

How can you offend such a person at will? You can only accept the loss.

An old man bowed his head and said, "I wonder where you Taoist friends came from?"

Shuikeng, who was hiding in Li Yun's sleeve, heard this and immediately popped his head out to interrupt, "Why did I tell you? So that you can come and seek revenge in the future?"

The old man was speechless for a moment, his face full of embarrassment.

Under normal circumstances, Shuikeng would never dare to speak to a Yuanshen cultivator like this, but at this moment, almost all of the senior brothers were present, and it was a rare opportunity for her to feel proud. She almost got carried away and flew towards Cheng Qian in a cocky manner - it was still safest to stay with the younger senior brother, and in this regard, the older senior brother had to stay behind.

Unexpectedly, she was entangled by a spider-like thread. Yan Zhengming's fingertips suddenly ejected a thin thread, which firmly tied up Shuikeng's bird legs: "Noisy."

Then Sect Leader Yan tied up his junior sister like a kite and dragged her behind him, then turned around and left as if she was a millionaire.

Although Li Yun had become a "loser named Li" after being in danger in the suburbs, he looked so beautiful holding the real dragon flag in his hands, just like a poor man who had picked up a big ingot. Stroking the cracked dragon bone, he exclaimed with joy, "It's still my little Qian..."

Before Cheng Qian could say anything, Yan Zhengming had already asked in a stern tone, "Who is your family?"

As soon as the words came out, Li Yunshuikeng and Cheng Qian raised their heads and looked at him. Li Yun even teased, "Big Brother, are you trying to win favor?"

Yan Zhengming: “…”

Li Yun immediately succumbed to the tyranny of the head brother and hid far away in fear.

Yan Zhengming looked stern, as if trying to save some face, and said to Cheng Qian in a serious tone: "Let's go to the Vermillion Bird Tower right now, without waiting for August 15th. By then, there will be too many people and there might be trouble... What are you looking at? Don't look!"

Cheng Qian quickly lowered his head to follow suit - if he didn't smile, he might seem more sincere.

Yan Zhengming was dismayed to find that his dignity could not be saved, so he threw Cheng Qian far away in grief and anger, and walked away without looking back.

After they left, the dandy in the Pegasus carriage was not only humiliated, but also had his real dragon flag snatched away. He was so angry that he jumped up and down.

This person was also a person who forgot the pain after the wound healed. He immediately forgot that he was hiding behind two Yuanshen masters and trembling. He stretched out his hand without any fear and pushed the two old seniors away, cursing: "Waste! You are all waste! If my father knew about this..."

The two old spirits sighed, and one of them said, "Young Master, calm down. This place is close to the Vermillion Bird Tower. Please be careful with your words and actions. If someone hears where we are coming from, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

"Get lost! You can't even handle a few wild monks who came from nowhere. What's the point of my father keeping you!" The dude said as he sat down on the carriage. He glanced at the two monks staggering on the ground and said, "You let my horse run away, so you have to be my carriage horses! I must get the talking bird. Don't let me see those people again!"

This dude was probably used to humiliating people, and he pointed at the cultivators who were above the level of controlling swords and concentrating spirit to serve as his carriage horses, but no one said anything wrong to their faces. The cultivators who were named just stood up and tried to persuade him respectfully with kind words.

At this moment, a small snake as thick as a thumb slowly emerged from the woods not far behind them. Its entire body was almost black, and it was indistinguishable from the color of the surrounding soil. It slid forward a few feet silently and approached the carriage silently. For a moment, the monks were all confused by the dandy finger and no one noticed it.

The little snake opened its mouth slightly and spit out a piece of its tongue which was purple to black. Then its black body suddenly disappeared into the air and in the blink of an eye it sank into the back of the dandy in the carriage.

A monk next to the dude was trying to persuade him earnestly not to cause trouble when he was out. Then the dude, who was originally furious, was startled suddenly, as if he was moved by what the person next to him said, and he immediately calmed down.

The monk thought his words had worked, and he quickly flattered the young master, saying, "Young Master, apart from anything else, your sensibleness is admirable. It doesn't matter if you lose your horse. We can pull your carriage for you, okay?"

The dandy looked at him, as if he was thinking for a moment, then he lowered his eyes, and contrary to his usual behavior, he stopped talking and turned around to sit back in the carriage.

As long as this ancestor didn't commit suicide, the people around him immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and no one thought much about why he suddenly came to his senses.

The dandy waved his hand and pulled up the carriage tent, then looked down at his pampered hands, with dark thoughts in his eyes. After a moment, he revealed a twisted smile.