Chapter 319: The Leader of the Fengyun Demon Cult, Meng Fan's Despair

But Shen Ming is definitely the devil among devils in the devil path, as can be seen from his indulgence of demon pets to slaughter the people.

Such people deserve to die without a burial place and become Xiaoqing's food!

"Starting from today, practice sword for three hours every day, less than one second is not allowed! If you don't want to learn sword and don't use sword, it's fine, but since you use sword, don't embarrass me like this!" Meng Fan said to Xiaoqing with a stern face.

Xiaoqing's Qinglong claw sword technique just now was indeed a bit eye-catching, and Meng Fan couldn't bear it.

When Xiaoqing heard Meng Fan's words, she was not dissatisfied, but excited.

"Master, I want to learn sword control!" Xiaoqing said seriously.

Sword control.

Meng Fan thought about it, and it was indeed the most suitable sword technique for Xiaoqing at this stage, mainly because Xiaoqing couldn't use other sword techniques even if he wanted to.

Imagine a dragon holding a sword with its inflexible claws, and then twisting its tail to dance with the sword stiffly...

This scene is even more eye-catching!

"I can teach you the sword-controlling technique." Meng Fan nodded.

In fact, if Xiaoqing learns the sword-controlling technique, she can learn other sword techniques in this way.

After all, the truly advanced sword techniques are not only performed by holding a sword in hand.

That night, Meng Fan began to teach Xiaoqing the sword-controlling technique.

Although Xiaoqing does not have the terrifying talent of Shu Changsheng, after one night, she finally remembered the general idea.

The rest will be practiced slowly, when you can master it.

After you master it, Meng Fan will consider teaching Xiaoqing other sword techniques.

At that time, it would be interesting to cultivate a dragon with peerless sword techniques.

That night.

Fengyun Demon Sect, Leiyun Hall.

A middle-aged man with a naked upper body, holding an oil lamp in his hand.

This is not an ordinary oil lamp, but a soul lamp.

At this moment, the flame in the soul lamp is extinguished, leaving only a deep black.

"Shen Ming, dead?"

The middle-aged man frowned fiercely, his face was cold, and his eyes revealed a cold murderous intent.

"Who dared to kill my disciple?"

The middle-aged man was named Zhang Hongfei, a helmsman of the Thunder Cloud Hall of the Fengyun Demon Cult, and his status was much higher than that of the deacon.

Shen Ming was his direct disciple, and he spent a lot of effort to cultivate him.

Even the wolf demon was captured by him for Shen Ming.

However, there is no love without reason in the world, and Shen Ming naturally needs to pay a price.

For example, one third of the blood and energy obtained by Shen Ming and the wolf demon in the cultivation needs to be offered to Zhang Hongfei!

So Zhang Hongfei was furious after Shen Ming died, not because he had any feelings for Shen Ming, but simply because he was angry because of the loss of a tool man.

After all, he spent a lot of energy to cultivate this tool man!

"Killing my disciple is impossible without paying a price. I will refine you into a blood slave to make up for my loss!" Zhang Hongfei said to himself with a gloomy face.

He stretched out a finger and wiped it on Shen Ming's soul lamp.

The next second, a strange breath appeared.

Zhang Hongfei's consciousness moved and swallowed the breath.

Then, the scene before Shen Ming's death appeared in his mind.

He saw Xueguang Town, Lu Mansion, Meng Fan and Xiaoqing.

Especially when he saw Xiaoqing, a trace of surprise and surprise appeared on his face.

"A dragon? Yes, it is indeed a good thing.

However, such a high-level monster is too much of a waste to be a pet for a sword cultivator in the Condensation Dan realm!

Only in my hands can it play its true role!"

The anger on Zhang Hongfei's face disappeared, replaced by an extremely satisfied look.

A dragon as a pet can definitely make up for all his losses, and it can also make a lot of money!

"That little swordsman in the Condensation Pill Realm is really extraordinary.

Not only does he have a dragon as a pet, but with just this little cultivation, he can crush Shen Ming with a sword energy. He is indeed extraordinary and an amazing genius!

It's a pity that a genius who died halfway is no different from a waste."

In Zhang Hongfei's view, since he has set his sights on this swordsman, then this swordsman is dead.

A cultivator in the fourth level of the Condensation Pill Realm, no matter how evil he is, has absolutely no chance of survival!

"From the aura revealed by the swordsmanship, there are shadows of the Shushan Sword School and the Kunlun Sword School, but the aura of the Shushan Sword School is heavier.

This kid is definitely a genius of Shushan!

No, a sword energy can break Shen Ming's sword intent, which is a bit too outrageous. He may even be a [Son of the Saint] level figure of the Shushan Sword School."

Thinking of this, Zhang Hongfei showed a grim smile on his face, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.

The Fengyun Demon Sect and the Shushan Sword Sect have always been enemies, and their hatred is as deep as the sea.

The leader of the Fengyun Demon Sect is a typical example. His master, a senior brother, and a younger brother all died at the hands of the Shushan Sword Sect.

If he could create such a peerless genius of the Shushan Sword Sect, he would feel full of pleasure!

Putting on an outer vest, Zhang Hongfei turned into a stream of light, left the Fengyun Demon Sect, and headed towards Xueguang Town.

He was ready to "enjoy life in time", fearing that if he went too late, the Shushan Sword Sect's genius would have slipped away.

Meng Fan, who was meditating and practicing in the inn, could never have dreamed that at this moment, there was a cultivator who was at the peak of the induction of the spirit and half a foot into the realm of the primordial spirit, who had already set his sights on him!

This was the reason why he was reluctant to go down the mountain and rarely left Shushan, because the outside world was indeed too dangerous.

You might offend a big boss without anyone noticing!

Especially for a narrow-minded person like Meng Fan, if someone provokes him, he will kill them all at any time and rarely let others live, so the probability of accidentally offending people is higher.

In the second half of the night, Meng Fan, who was concentrating on practicing, suddenly heard an urgent cry in his mind.

"Meng, there is a trace of murderous intent locked on you and is coming to you."

This was the voice of the old monk, and there was obviously some nervousness in his tone.

Meng Fan frowned. Although the old monk's words were a bit inexplicable, he believed the old monk unconditionally in such matters.

After all, the old monk and he had a [life and death] contract. If he died, the old monk would not live either.

So once it was something related to his own safety, the old monk was still more concerned.

"Who is coming?" Meng Fan stood up and asked the old monk subconsciously.

But as he asked, he immediately turned into a stream of light, left the inn, and rushed away.

The fact that the old monk was nervous proved that the person who came must be extraordinary and must be extremely strong!

In this case, it was obviously unwise to stay in the inn.