1279: C1279 cyan knife

C1279 cyan knife

Yang Liefeng said: "I know that the reason you gave this mystical spear to me was because you did not know how mystical it was previously, hence you gave it to me. But, after you found out that it was extraordinary and mysterious, it was very rare for you to not be able to return it.

"Alright then." When the old Headmaster heard this, he laughed and said, in his opinion, the spirit treasure that Yang Liefeng had given him was probably only a second grade spirit weapon, so to him, it was not very useful, but it was just a little gift from Yang Liefeng, so he accepted it.

Yang Liefeng took out a large green blade from his Qiankun bag, passed it to the old Headmaster, and said: "This green blade is for you!"

The old Headmaster received the green blade from Yang Liefeng and smiled: "Thank you."

After saying this, the old Headmaster decided to keep it in his Qiankun bag.

Yang Liefeng asked: "Why don't you try using your blade instead of infusing spirit force into it?"

When the old dean heard this, he was slightly startled before he smiled and said, "Alright, I'll give it a try."

The Old Headmaster thought that Yang Liefeng and him had a tacit understanding of each other, knowing that this blade was just a symbol, and that he would never actually use it, but he never expected that Yang Liefeng actually let him try out the blade. This made him a little surprised, but trying it wasn't a big deal, so he decided to try it out.

Pouring the Spiritual Energy into the green blade, immediately, a dense Spiritual Energy surged out from the green blade. The strength of this Spiritual Energy was actually many times stronger than the strength of the old dean's own Spiritual Energy.

"This is a Grade Four Spirit Weapon!" The old dean's eyes widened as he exclaimed.

Yang Liefeng laughed and said: "Yes, this green blade, is a Grade Four Spirit Weapon!"

This green blade was something that Yang Liefeng had obtained from the Emperor Cheng's Secret Realm. It wasn't really useful, but he had decided to give it to the old Headmaster.

"Ripping Wind, where did you get this Grade Four Spirit Weapon?" The old Headmaster asked in surprise.

Yang Liefeng replied, "I got it from a secret realm."

"Good life, but do you really want to give me this Grade Four Spirit Weapon? Do you know that Grade Four Spirit Weapon are extremely valuable? It can be said to be a huge sum of money! " The old dean's eyes trembled as he asked excitedly.

To the old Principal, the Grade Four Spirit Weapon was undoubtedly a great treasure.

"Mm. This is a gift back to you. Please accept it." Yang Liefeng said with a faint smile on his face.

The old headmaster's breathing became heavier as he spoke, "Have you thought about it? I don't have that much resistance to keep refusing. If you take it back now, it will be too late."

Hearing that, Yang Liefeng laughed: "This is for you, I will not return!"

"Fine, I'll accept it. Windbreaker, remember, I owe you a favor. If you need anything in the future, feel free to tell me!" The old Headmaster said to Yang Liefeng excitedly with the green blade in his hand.

Yang Liefeng laughed and said: "Alright then."

After chatting with the old Headmaster for a while longer, Yang Liefeng left the old Headmaster's office. As he walked on the campus of the Holy Wind Academy, there were constantly students greeting Yang Liefeng, as well as students. After all, the Light Spirit City was the world under the Yang family, and Yang Liefeng was the only son of the Yang family's patriarch. If nothing went wrong, he would be the next patriarch.

After leaving the Holy Wind Academy, Yang Liefeng returned to the Yang Mansion. Duan Miaohan, Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu, Jiang Yan, Li Yibai, Zhan Yu, Bai Bingbing, Luo Feng, Guang Lin, Guang Mu, Xu Jiajia, Wang Da, and the others all woke up.

Everyone drank their tea, and after chatting for a while, Luo Feng, Guang Lin, Guang Mu, Xu Jiajia, Wang Da and the rest all left.

Yang Liefeng returned to his room and sat down cross legged and started to cultivate.

Cultivation was very boring, but it could not be neglected.

In a luxurious inn, in the VIP room, a handsome, ice-cold, black-clothed youth sat on a purple robe and wooden chair. He held a cup of wine in his hand and took a sip. His demeanor was noble and elegant.

"Dong Dong Dong"

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door.

The youth in black said emotionlessly, "Come in."

"Creak." The door was gently pushed open and a middle-aged man with a bald head walked in. He had a timid smile on his face as he said to the youth, "Young master, I've investigated everything that you wanted me to investigate."1

The black-clothed youth said, "There's no mistake, right? If there's any error in the information, this young master wants your dog head."

When the bald man heard this, his body trembled and he quickly said, "Young master, you are absolutely right. Please rest assured."

"Fine, write down everything you know on a piece of paper and hand it to this young master. Remember, you have to look at the words well and not make any mistakes." The black-clothed youth said.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. Then, he took out some ink and paper from his Cosmic Bag and placed it on the ground. Then, he laid on his stomach and began to write.

However, one of his hands continued to tremble as fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.

Because if his words weren't good, or he accidentally made a mistake, he would definitely end up in a miserable state. It wasn't impossible for him to lose his life.

At this moment, the Xie Feng man felt extremely tormented in his heart. However, he did not dare to hesitate. Taking a deep breath, he began to carefully write.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the man with the red cap finally finished writing. After checking once, he discovered that there were no wrong words, and immediately felt relieved. Then, he stood up and handed the paper that contained the results of his investigation to the black-clothed young man.

The black-clothed youth took the paper and said, "The handwriting isn't that good."

Upon hearing this, the man with the bald man was shocked. Immediately, his heart began to beat faster, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

The young man in black said slowly, "But, it's still neat. Let me see if there's anything wrong with the word!"

The first half of the black clothed youth's words made the Xie Zuoshi feel relieved, as the second half of the sentence made his heart once again feel like it was being fiercely lifted.

"Hmm, alright. There's no mistake. Okay, there's no more business for you. What happens next, this young master does not feel at ease and wants you to do it." The black-clothed youth said.

The man let out a long sigh of relief and said, "This subordinate will take his leave."

"Go." The black-clothed youth said indifferently.

The man hurriedly left. Just as he walked out of the room, he collapsed to the ground as if he had melted. His entire body was as wet as water.

"Heavens, working together with this young master is practically taking one's life." The bald middle-aged man sighed in his heart.

In the room, the black-clothed youth placed a piece of paper on a small wooden table beside him. Then, he said, "Ying, take that piece of paper and tell the film crew that we have business tonight."

"Yes." A man, whose body was covered by a black robe and whose face could not be clearly seen, walked out from behind the black clothed young man after his voice sounded. He picked up a piece of paper and left the room.

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