A little cold light is half a short time, and the sword intent is extremely radiant.

The wind and cranes are shivering, and the day is vast like frost.

Zhuo Yunxian's sword is not like a sword on earth. It has no dazzling moves, no aura of the world, no regular constraints, no indomitable ferocity, no killing and decisive violence, no sharp radicalism...

His sword is like a fairy and a crane, light and elegant!

His sword is like wind and rain, and the misty clouds are misty!

His sword is as magnificent as the sun is at its peak!

"Peng!"

The golden hammer shattered inch by inch!

Xiangang collapsed layer by layer!

Under Chu Wei's horrified gaze, the tip of the sword gently pressed against his throat. If he had gone further, he might have become a corpse and would not even have a chance to react!

Desolate and lonely, proud and peerless.

What a beautiful sword technique! What a strong sword force! What a terrifying sword intent!

There was a silence around and everyone's hearts were slightly cold. They looked at Zhuo Yunxian again, with a look of fear in their eyes.

Indeed, Chu Wei was careless and underestimated the enemy just now and did not use many methods. However, Zhuo Yunxian's sword technique was indeed too amazing. Even if they were prepared, they could not guarantee that they could take the opponent's sword. Moreover, they did not sense the fluctuations of spiritual power, which means... the opponent could defeat an immortal master at the peak of the life acupoint with just sword technique!

"You...you are a sword cultivator!?"

Chu Wei's throat trembled and looked at Zhuo Yunxian with awe. He finally recovered and his anger was scared to the point of being scared. He knew that if the other party had not shown mercy, he would have been dead at this moment.

Zhuo Yunxian nodded, stood with his sword with a calm expression.

"Sword Cultivator!? He is a Sword Cultivator!?"

"It turns out to be a sword cultivator. No wonder the sword technique is so terrifying!"

The people around were in an uproar. Most of the sword cultivators were on the sword. Even if they had no spiritual power, they could still have terrible lethality.

It is no exaggeration to say that after today, Zhuo Yunxian will be famous for Kunlun.

"I... thank you fellow Taoists for showing mercy!?"

Chu Wei was depressed and bitter, and bowed his hand and retreated consciously.

Zhuo Yunxian looked at the blood-clothed boy with a confused look on his face, then turned to Luqiu Taihe and Fang Yeqi: "Two seniors, can I take this person away?"

Luqiu Taihe and Fang Yeqi looked at each other, with a slight surprise in their eyes. They did not expect that Zhuo Yunxian's cultivation and strength would be so concerned about a mortal.

Of course, the two of them would not refute Zhuo Yunxian's face for a mortal boy. After all, the other party has the strength of a master of the God of War Destiny and is a "same type" immortal cultivator as them.

Then, Fang Yeqi nodded and said casually: "Since you have won, according to your wishes, it will be considered the first prize of victory."

"Thank you, senior."

Zhuo Yunxian expressed his gratitude, then turned to the blood-clothed boy and said, "Can you stand up?"

"I...I can."

The boy in blood stood up from the pool of blood with difficulty, shaking, and looked very weak.

However, the boy in blood still walked step by step to Zhuo Yunxian.

Zhuo Yunxian nodded slightly and took the boy back to Wu Fei without saying a word, which made Wu Fei laugh and cry and embarrassed.

If Wu Fei is given another chance to choose, he will never take Zhuo Yunxian to the Black Tooth Trading Conference, and he will not even mention a word.

...

"Come."

Fang Yeqi waved and asked the servants to clean up the venue, and then announced: "I have watched the show now, and I guess it has not disappointed you, right? Then... the transaction conference will officially begin."

The venue gradually became quiet, which was related to personal interests, and everyone had to have more snacks.

The boy in blood lowered his head and was silent. From time to time, he secretly looked at Zhuo Yunxian, not knowing what to say.

Zhuo Yunxian ignored the boy and turned his attention to the trading conference.

If you want to say that the process of the trading conference is actually not complicated, it is nothing more than bartering and taking out extra resources to exchange for some resources you need.

If Wu Fei had no choice but to be a cold bench in the past, and Di Ling Island was so poor that he would not have the qualifications to trade.

However, this time Wu Fei came prepared and took out several kinds of spiritual tools in one breath. Some of them are very useful and popular, while others are very precious. Even Kunlun Immortal Sect may not be able to make them.

Kunlun Immortal Sect has treasured its own broom, and its skills are relatively backward, so it can only make some simple and basic spiritual tools. There are not none of them, but they are rare and difficult to make, not to mention flywheels and Trojans, spiritual tools and stoves, runes and treasure ships.

Now, the originally deadly trading conference suddenly became very lively, and various resources rushed to Wu Fei, hoping to establish a cooperative relationship. Even Miao Xiaodie looked very delicious, but she still held it back.

This was the first time Wu Fei enjoyed the feeling of stars surrounding the moon, and almost floated up. Fortunately, he was not too useless and a little self-aware. After secretly seeking Zhuo Yunxian's advice, he took down all the useful resources, and he was full of confidence.

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Outside Tiangang City, two figures walked silently one after another, and they were Zhuo Yunxian and the boy in blood.

The transaction conference was not over yet, but Wu Fei was in charge of the rest of the matter. Zhuo Yunxian, who was idle, left the island owner's mansion with the blood-clothed boy and sent the boy out of the city.

"May I have your name?"

"Ma Yi... Everyone is used to calling me ants..."

The boy's eyes were filled with sadness. He used to think that the nickname of Ant was not nice and he didn't like it at all, but now no one around him calls him like this, and his heart was empty.

Zhuo Yunxian was slightly stunned and couldn't help but stop. In the eyes of Kunlun immortal cultivators, aren't mortals just ants?

"So, why were you caught here?"

"Insult the Immortal Envoy."

"Why insult?"

"Shareless people's lives."

"That's really a swearing."

Hearing Zhuo Yunxian's answer, the boy suddenly felt a sourness in his heart, and a trace of tears flashed in his eyes. He was beaten and scolded and did not cry, and he did not cry in the face of life and death. However, Zhuo Yunxian's words almost made him cry, just because he felt a little warm in his heart.

"Why are you... saving me?"

The boy lowered his head and tried not to let his tears fall:

Zhuo Yunxian didn't think much and said bluntly: "You are different from those numb mortals. I see the desire to survive in your eyes... Life is precious and should not be divided into high and low. Since you want to live, I have the ability, so why not save your life."

The young man was shocked and looked at Zhuo Yunxian with anger: "Is there really no distinction between high and low life? So why do immortal cultivators be superior, but we mortals have to be slaves and servants for generations? Why!?"

"That's because you are weak, and even more because you accept your fate."

Zhuo Yunxian suddenly thought of many experiences, and there was a bit of emotion between his eyebrows.

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Chapter completed!