Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Ye Qian'an glanced at the surrounding enchantment, then turned around and looked at the old man in front of him: "Old sir, I have already said that I can exchange it with a magic weapon of the Saint Realm."

"Young man, do you really think I'm an idiot? This herb is eight million years old. Even a cultivator who eats it will be able to greatly improve his cultivation. You want to exchange it for a saint-level magic weapon, it's really a foolish dream..."

The old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and without thinking twice, he immediately raised his dry hands. As his spiritual power circulated, he clenched them slightly. The icy mist around him condensed rapidly, and finally solidified into an ice-blue ice spear between his palms.

After using his spiritual power to condense into an ice spear, the old man still felt a little unsafe. He quickly formed a seal with one hand and shouted softly: "Ice Spirit Armor!"

As the shout fell, the icy mist that filled the surroundings suddenly formed a thick ice armor that shone with an icy luster on the old man's body.

"Boy, you really pissed me off. It's been a while since I've treated anyone with all my strength. Today, none of you can leave here!"

The old man's face darkened and he said, "Whether you are the descendant of those forces or a disciple of a sect, don't even think about leaving here safely with the immortal grass!"

"I have never felt so refreshed. Come on, boy, let me see how capable you are!"

Seeing the old man's determination, Ye Qian'an said no more and slowly drew out the sword from his waist. As the sword came out, the sword body hummed, as if it sensed the upcoming fierce battle and was excited.

The runes engraved on the sword flashed with dazzling light, and a sharp sword energy instantly spread out, slightly repelling the surrounding icy air.

Ye Qian'an's eyes became cold and focused. He let out a low growl and rushed towards the old man like lightning.

He swung the long sword in his hand, and in an instant, sword shadows appeared like stars falling from the sky. Each sword contained powerful power and exquisite swordsmanship.

This sword technique was what he learned from countless life-and-death experiences. It was both indomitable and fierce, and also unpredictable and agile.

The old man, holding an ice spear and wearing ice armor, went forward fearlessly.

The ice spear danced, bringing up gusts of cold wind, and the ice spikes shot towards Ye Qian'an like arrows.

The cold light emitted by the ice armor also added some defensive power to him, allowing him to barely hold on under Ye Qian'an's sharp sword power.

But Ye Qian'an's swordsmanship was getting faster and more powerful. He jumped high into the air, and a dazzling light gathered on the sword, which seemed to contain the power to destroy the world.

He put all his strength into this sword, incorporating his own spiritual power and understanding of the way of the sword into it.

The long sword fell, like a bright meteor across the sky, slashing straight towards the old man.

Under this sword, the ice spear and ice armor were as fragile as paper.

The ice spear was cut off in an instant, and deep cracks appeared on the ice armor.

The old man opened his eyes wide, looking at the sword with horror, and wanted to dodge but found it was too late.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, a flash of light, and the old man was knocked away by the powerful force and hit the wall behind him heavily.

The wall collapsed with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

Ye Qian'an landed slowly, put away his sword, looked at the defeated old man, and said, "Old sir, I have no intention of offending you, but I must get this herb. Now that you have been defeated, I hope you can abide by the agreement." "Hehe, I didn't expect that after nearly ten thousand years, I would be defeated by a junior today. What you just displayed should be the innate sword body, right?"

"It's been ten thousand years. I never thought that the innate sword body would appear in this world. You really surprise me."

"I got this herb by chance, and I also have another herb that is tens of millions of years old."

Ye Qian'an stopped, turned around and looked at the old man who was covering his chest, and asked, "You don't have to tell me at all, this is not just as simple as angering me, right?"

"Haha, little brother, you are really smart. If you can do me a favor, I can give you tens of millions of herbs."

"What's the deal?"

Ye Qian'an walked over, looked at the old man in front of him, frowned slightly and asked.

"There are powerful people from the Lingyu tribe living in this desert. I need you to help me get the treasure that can unseal the Lingyu tribe. As you know, my cultivation level was at the half-step immortal emperor level before. Now I have been defeated by a powerful person from the Lingyu tribe and was sealed by her. As a result, my cultivation level can only reach the early stage of the semi-saint level."

"In that battle, I was defeated by her without any surprise. I was also hit by her sealing spell. Not only did my body age rapidly, but my strength was also sealed at the semi-saint level."

Ye Qian'an glanced at the seal mark on the old man's palm and said softly: "I can help you break the seal, but I need the herb that is tens of millions of years old that you mentioned."

The old man was also a straightforward person. "If you can unlock the seal in my body, I will not only give you the herbs that are tens of millions of years old, but I, Bingdi, will also owe you a favor."

"You should also know how much a favor from a Half-Step Immortal Emperor is worth."

Ye Qian'an agreed immediately. After all, the strength of a Half-Step Immortal Emperor was indeed terrifying, and it was indeed worth the price.

Maybe it can help me fight against those potential dangers in the future.

Ye Qianan turned around and asked, "How strong is the Lingyu tribe?"

The old man slowly stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said solemnly: "The Lingyu tribe should not be underestimated. They are born with an affinity with wind and spiritual power. The strong in the tribe can fly with the wind at an extremely fast speed, like a ghost.

All members of the tribe are good at long-range attacks. They can condense their spiritual feathers into sharp blades and shoot them at the enemy with overwhelming power.

Moreover, the Lingyu tribe also possesses unique sealing and illusion techniques. I was caught in their sealing spell just now, which is why I ended up in this situation."

"The Lingyu tribe lives in the Lingyu Temple deep in the desert, surrounded by powerful prohibitions and formations. There are many powerful people in the temple, especially the Lingyu queen who sealed me. Her strength is unfathomable and is said to be close to the realm of quasi-immortal emperor.

The power of her spirit feathers is pure and powerful. With a wave of her hand, she can trigger a sandstorm, engulfing the enemy, and then cut them with the spirit feather blade, making them impossible to defend against. "

"However, the Spirit Feather Clan is not without weaknesses. They rely too much on the power of the Spirit Feather. Once their flight is restricted or their Spirit Feather is damaged, their strength will be greatly reduced. Moreover, although their illusions are exquisite, they can still be seen through by those with strong spiritual awareness."

Ye Qian'an nodded slightly, and had already made up his mind: "Where is the sealed treasure of the Lingyu Clan? How can we sneak into the Lingyu Temple?"

(End of this chapter)