C27 Win the sword

"You lost!" Long Bufan said in a low voice as he wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth. Raising his head, he looked at Yang Feng in front of him.

Yang Feng frowned, this brat actually still had a reason? How is this possible!?

Seeing that nothing had happened, Lei Tian let out a light breath, looked at Long Bufan deeply, and said in surprise: "Good boy, you have hidden yourself well, I really didn't expect you to be a descendant of the Mad Warring Race."

"Hmm? Mad Warring Race? " Long Bufan was startled, but maintained a silent smile on his face. It was better to misunderstand, in case he found out that he was cultivating the Unique Devil Arts, otherwise, it would not be good to be caught and studied. He remembered that in his previous life, scientists loved to do this kind of thing, torturing special races to death. Of course, these secretive things were all recorded in the national X file and kept it secret from the outside world.

Then, Long Bufan withdrew his consciousness and returned to his original state. He looked at Yang Feng and smiled meaningfully: "Senior Brother Yang, thank you very much for your sword."

Yang Feng was startled, and immediately remembered the bet.

"yuanjian is our Yang Family's heirloom, can you replace it with something else?" Yang Feng said as he frowned, his tone carrying a trace of unwillingness. He did not think that his 20% success rate, in addition to the hidden inner force would only cause Long Bufan to receive some light injuries, if he knew earlier, he would have added 20% of his strength, and directly crippled this brat. Even if he lost the yuanjian, he would not feel so bad.

"If you're willing to admit defeat, then I presume that senior brother Yang is someone who keeps his word." Long Bufan rubbed his nose as he spoke, but secretly cursed in his heart: "Hmph, the attack just now was so heavy, how could you feel better now?"

"You …" Yang Feng's face was ashen, he suddenly took a step forward, his body releasing a strong burst of killing intent, releasing the killing intent, causing people to feel as though Yang Feng was a fierce beast that could swallow a person, and could pounce on them at any time.

Even if an ordinary person saw the trapped ferocious beast close by, they would still be forced by its imposing manner. Moreover, Yang Feng could attack at any time. However, Long Bufan still did not reveal the least bit of fear. Although Yang Feng's strength far exceeded his by two realms, but if he was afraid of such a scene in his previous life, what right did he have to pursue the pinnacle of the martial way?

Yang Feng realized that his aura and killing intent could not suppress Long Bufan at all. His eyes flashed with anger, and just as he was about to step forward, a black silhouette flashed, and appeared in front of Yang Feng like a ghost.

"Yang Feng, enough is enough." The person who appeared in front of Yang Feng was the old man who was in the pavilion at the center of the lake, the one with the crane hair. He was the Clan Elder of the Outer Palace, Xu Yuanfeng.

With such an elder standing right in front of him, Long Bufan felt the pressure on his body suddenly decrease.

"Yes, Elder Xu." When Yang Feng saw this person, his aura suddenly retreated, and he did not dare say anything more. In the Outer Palace, other than the Palace Masters, there was basically only one Elder Xu above him. If he did not hand over the yuanjian today, then his reputation in the sect would definitely be ruined. In his heart, after going through a difficult choice, Yang Feng finally took off the sword at his waist, and fiercely handed it over to Long Bufan. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Take it!"

To be able to become a deacon of the Outer Palace at such a young age, Yang Feng's intelligence was extraordinary, and he was able to bow and submit. However, when he handed over his family's treasure, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a pained expression, as well as an unrelenting hatred towards Long Bufan.