Chen Feng sneered: "Why did you make me die terrible? I'm looking forward to it! It's a pity that you probably won't see that day. I'll let you die terrible now!"

As he said that, he had to take action.

Su Zhaodong showed a pleading look on his face. He knelt on the ground and begged Chen Feng, "Chen Feng, please spare me and spare my life!"

"I am so old and now I have been nullified in my cultivation. I can't live for a few years. Please spare me and just pretend to have let an old dog go!"

Seeing him kneeling on the ground, begging in pain, and even calling him an old dog, looking servile, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel happy.

Thinking about the first time I met Su Zhaodong, he was the Supreme Elder of the Foreign Sect, so arrogant, and severely scolded him and Uncle Han, just like facing an ant, and didn't take it seriously at all.

At that time, I was indeed an ant in front of him. If he wanted to kill himself, it was as simple as stepping on an ant to death!

And now?

Chen Feng couldn't help laughing: "Now I am the top leader in the Qianyuan Sect's general list! A genius who competes for the major sects around the Aomori Mountains!"

"My strength is comparable to the sixth-level building of the Divine Gate Realm. I can easily kill this existence who was high and could only look up at me when I passed by!"

Chen Feng felt extremely happy, and kneeled in front of him, Su Zhaodong's face turned pale, his whole body trembled, his head lowered, waiting for his verdict.

At this time, Chen Feng can determine his destiny in just one sentence.

Chen Feng looked down at him and said slowly: "Give me a reason to spare you."

Su Zhaodong heard a glimmer of hope from Chen Feng's mouth, and he quickly said tremblingly: "Chen Feng, I tell you this secret. This secret is definitely enough to buy my life. You will never suffer any loss or regret it!"

Chen Feng frowned and said in a cold voice: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

“Yes, yes.”

Su Zhaodong nodded repeatedly and said, "This secret is about your uncle Han Cong."

"What about my uncle Han Cong?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, his murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "If it weren't for your old dog, how could my uncle die?"

"Yes, it's because of me, I did something wrong."

Su Zhaodong quickly lowered his head. At this time, he was extremely humble and was simply stepped into the mud.

He said in a trembling voice: "Actually, Han Cong's death was indeed an accident. In my original intention, I did not want Elder Sun to kill him, but to let Elder Sun catch him and then torture his secret."

"It's a pity that Elder Sun pushed him down, causing him to fall into the Demon Suppression Valley."

Chen Feng's heart moved slightly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do you want to torture me, Master Han? Could you want to get some secrets from him?"

Su Zhaodong nodded and said, "That's right!"

He looked at Chen Feng and said mysteriously: "You should remember the long sword that Han Cong never leaves his body."

Chen Feng nodded quietly and said, "That's right, I remember."

Su Zhaodong said: "Twenty years ago, by chance, I discovered the secret of Han Cong's long sword."

"At that time, some elders of our Qianyuan Sect, led by me, entered the Aomori Mountains to hunt monsters, but encountered a group of people from the Aoki Gate and immediately fought."

"As a result, the other party had a magic weapon that was very sharp. He cut off more than a dozen weapons. After Han Cong's long sword touched him, it was completely unscathed. Others did not notice this, but I noticed it."

"From that day, I have been paying attention to Han Cong. To be honest, I should have been greedy for this sword and wanted to take it for myself."

"Once, by chance, the sword stayed in my hand for almost a cup of tea. I tested its sharpness and it was indeed a good weapon to cut gold and cut jade."

"At that time, I wanted to kill Han Yu'er and seize the long sword, but soon, I changed my mind. Do you know why this is?"

He instinctively kept him instinctively again.

Chen Feng said nothing, just walked up to him, and with a loud bang, he slapped his face with a big ear.

Su Zhaodong's left face suddenly became swollen, and a few broken teeth flew out mixed with blood, feeling embarrassed.

Chen Feng said in a cold voice: "Hurry up and honestly, if you dare to keep it in hiding, the one who will be ruined next time will be your left hand."

A trace of deep resentment flashed in Su Zhaodong's eyes, but he no longer dared to disobey Chen Feng's words, so he quickly continued to speak honestly.

"Because I see that the long sword is very special in its material, not ordinary mortal metal, but a first-level material called mica gold."

Chen Feng frowned and asked, "What is mica gold? What is first-class material?"

Su Zhaodong explained: "The weapons used by warriors are of different levels, and they are of different levels. In our strength, the most common weapons are mortal weapons."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "It means, is it a weapon used in the mortal world?"

Su Zhaodong nodded and said, "Yes, above the mortal tools are spiritual weapons, and spiritual weapons are divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower."

"In our opinion, spiritual energy is very rare. Generally, only warriors above the seventh level of the Divine Gate Realm can contact and obtain low-grade spiritual weapons."
Chapter completed!