And at this time, there was a white-robed boy in his twenties, after seeing Chen Feng's long sword that was shocked, his eyes swept over it, and he didn't pay attention to it at first. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But suddenly, he let out a soft sigh, turned his gaze again, and then walked over to the long sword and picked it up.

After taking a closer look, the white-robed man's face did not change at all, but there was already a storm in his heart.

"This long sword turned out to be the legendary Hongming sword. This is a sword that has been passed down in the family for thousands of years!"

"But wasn't it already carried away from the family by that rebel twenty years ago?

He was horrified in his heart, but his face did not show the slightest abnormality, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Chen Feng walking towards him.

The white-robed boy smiled slightly, handed the long sword to Chen Feng, and said, "This is yours, right?"

Chen Fengfeng nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

The white-robed boy waved his hand very politely and said, "It's just a gesture." ”

Then turn around and leave.

But Chen Feng didn't notice that since then, the eyes of the white-robed boy have been on him, paying attention to his movements.

The battle ended quickly, and lasted less than a quarter of an hour, and all seven demon marshals were killed, and in this team, two people were also killed, and the rest of the people were more or less lightly injured.

Chen Feng was also seriously injured, at least on the surface.

Because a strong man in the third floor of the Divine Gate Realm, after being attacked twice by the Demon Marshal, he should have been seriously injured.

His face was pale, there were still blood stains on the corners of his mouth that had not been erased, and when he walked, his body was shaky, and he looked injured.

No one suspected that he was making a show, because everyone thought it was not necessary.

Even Li Chenxi was deceived by Chen Feng, just now he was lucky not to be attacked by the Demon Marshal, and he felt a little ashamed of Chen Feng, as if Chen Feng was injured because he escaped from the battle, so he always followed Chen Feng to ask for warmth.

The team rested for a moment and moved on.

Chen Feng limped behind, and at this time, the white-robed boy who had just handed the long sword to Chen Feng had quietly pulled Feng Zicheng in the team to the side.

Taking advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention, he asked lightly: "Feng Zicheng, that Chen Feng, do you know his origin?"

Feng Zicheng immediately showed a flattered expression on his face, he knew this white-robed son, he was born in a very noble big family, and his strength was also very strong, so he didn't care much about him.

And at this time, it was a great honor to suddenly ask him kindly.

Feng Zicheng glanced at Chen Feng, and then said in a low voice: "This person I know his origin, he was born in an unknown small rural sect, his strength is very low, and his sect is not worth mentioning. ”

The white-robed boy smiled faintly and said, "What kind of sect is it, you can just say it directly, don't say these useless things." ”

His attitude was still very gentle, but Feng Zicheng already felt that he was a little impatient, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he hurriedly said: "He was born in the Qianyuan Sect of Danyang County, Qingzhou of the Great Qin State, and he is a first-class sect. ”

"Is the Qianyuan Sect of Danyang County?"

The white-robed boy muttered a few words softly, then nodded and said to Feng Zicheng, "Thank you." ”

Feng Zicheng hurriedly nodded: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." ”

There was a playful smile in the eyes of the white-robed boy, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After walking ten miles forward, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath when they saw the scene in front of them, and their faces showed shock.

In front of everyone is the summit of this huge stone mountain range, which is a huge platform with no vegetation around it.

In the center of the platform, there is a huge stone bag that is hundreds of meters high, this stone bag is purely made of various boulders, and in the cracks of this boulder, there are constantly demonic flames scurrying.

Although it was hundreds of meters away, everyone could feel the extremely hot temperature.

This stone bag looks like a huge tomb. And the stone tablet in front of the tomb also corroborates this.

Four large characters were carved on the stone tablet, and someone whispered them in an exclamatory tone: "Tomb of the Demon Dragon!"

Dragon's Grave!

When these four words were read out softly and reached everyone's ears, the whole team instantly boiled and fryed!

Everyone was excited, with a look of excitement on their faces, because they had all heard the legend of the Demon Dragon.

The Dragon Vein Continent has a long history, and the known history is no less than hundreds of thousands of years, and in these hundreds of thousands of years, countless creatures have fallen into the Demon Dao, polluted by demonic energy, rampant all over the world, and killed countless people.

But in the end, they are often killed and suppressed by powerful people.

At the same time, the dragon is a legendary and powerful creature.

The dragon who fell into the demon path is afraid that the strength level is even stronger than that of ordinary dragons.

On the Dragon Vein Continent, there are countless secret realms hidden, as well as around the Dragon Vein Continent, there are also countless small worlds, quite a few of which are used by some powerful and powerful people to seal some strong people who have fallen into the Demon Dao and fallen into the Demon Dao.

There is no doubt that this small world in front of me is such an existence.

In the hundreds of thousands of years of origin, I don't know how many dragons have fallen into the demon path, but each one of them must be extremely powerful.