"No, we must not let others take away the high-level weapon spirit that our Yundao sect's predecessors left in the back mountain. Absolutely not!" Zuo Qiu Ming led a group of Yundao sect disciples and hurried to the back garden of Yundao sect. When he saw the eldest disciple Wu Chi fainted on the ground, he felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't help but take a breath when he was sure that Wu Chi was still alive.
"Sure enough, someone broke into the back mountain!" Zuo Qiu Ming clenched his fists, but looking at the archway, he seemed to be hesitant. The elders of the Yundao School had instructed not to enter the back mountain, and over the years, those who accidentally entered there never returned.
"No, I can't let my disciples take this risk." While muttering to himself, Zuo Qiu Ming looked up at the sky again. Seeing the purple and white lights flashing alternately, his heart was in a knot. He didn't seem to know what was going on with the two lights.
"Wen Daomufeng? Did Wen Daomufeng accidentally enter the forbidden area?" Zuo Jingyu, who came out of her boudoir, muttered to herself with a slightly dull look in her eyes. She seemed to be more worried about Liu Feng's safety.
"Wen Daomufeng? What Wen Daomufeng?" Zuo Qiuming looked at his daughter in confusion.
Zuo Jingyu said calmly: "A passerby I brought back is now missing. I'm afraid he mistakenly entered the forbidden area in the back mountain."
"What? A passerby? My dear daughter, you are letting a wolf into the house, do you know that?" Zuo Qiu Ming did not know whether to laugh or cry. However, at this moment he could only wait and see what would happen. He did not seem to be sure that he could come back alive if he rashly entered the forbidden area in the back mountain.
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On the back mountain, Zi Tong and the white-haired demon had been fighting for a long time, and it seemed that neither of them had a winner. Suddenly, Zi Tong, who was originally in human form, instantly turned into a purple dragon. At the same time, the dragon's roar resounded throughout the sky, and even the entire Yundao School was shaken.
As Zi Tong was entangled, a scorching flame was released, and the face of the white-haired demon became ugly, and the evil and arrogance just now disappeared without a trace.
"You are actually a dragon soul?" The white-haired demon was shocked and was hit in the chest by Zi Tong's shock wave. He spat out a mouthful of blood and the white light in the sky also dissipated.
Soon the purple light around him went out at the same time. Liu Feng could clearly see a purple dragon flying in front of him, but in a flash the purple dragon returned to its original purple appearance.
The white-haired demon held his chest and stared at Liu Feng, saying calmly, "I surrender to you. I have spent countless days and months in this mountain waiting for a master who can subdue me. Today I finally found him!"
Liu Feng couldn't believe his ears. Zi Tong in front of him turned around and smiled, "Brother, how are you? Didn't I embarrass you?"
Liu Feng smiled and said, "You did a good job. If you don't want to go back to the Zitong Sword, I won't force you!"
"The Zi Tong Sword is my home, how can I not go back? Can a man who doesn't go home still be a good man?" Zi Tong said with a smile and floated into the Zi Tong Sword in Liu Feng's hand.
Seeing that Liu Feng didn't seem to be interested in him, the white-haired demon knelt on the ground and begged, "I am willing to be your weapon soul, so please accept me. Didn't the flying knife you just shot also have no weapon soul?"
"Are you talking about my Meteor Knife?" Liu Feng smiled. . . . .
(End of this chapter)