Xuantian 1: Ancient Xuandongtian

Chapter 237: Three Sons vs. Seven Wonders

In the pebble desert, there were three monks walking side by side.

One of them is tall, one is of medium build, and one is thin.

The thin one said, "Seventh Senior Brother, long time no see. Your cultivation has improved a lot? I feel like you are not far from breaking through the Spiritual Origin Realm, right?"

Chang Quan said: "Your seventh senior brother has made rapid progress. When he first entered the sect a few years ago, he was only at the ninth level of Condensation Yuan, but after only a few years, he has almost reached the peak of Condensation Yuan.
Among the many sects in Yanmo Mountain, only a few can achieve such a rapid progress."

Mu Hanchan, however, had a worried look on his face. In the sunlight, his tall shadow was slowly moving side by side between two other shadows.

"What's wrong? Brother Seven?"

As if he noticed that Mu Hanchan was not in a very good mood, Yao Fei asked.

Mu Hanchan avoided answering and asked, "Sixth Senior Brother, do you know the eldest senior brother?"

"I don't understand."

Chang Quan shook his head.

"You entered earlier than us, how come Senior Brother doesn't even understand you?"

"Not just me? Even Fifth Senior Sister and Fourth Senior Brother don't know. Third Senior Brother had only seen him once before he came back this time. The last time he appeared was sixty years ago, when he returned to the sect and left again within half a day.

This time when I came back, I was already halfway to the spiritual elixir."

The three were chatting about family matters and trivial matters in the sect, when suddenly they saw a male cultivator in front of them with strange-colored pupils and a slightly strange aura.

(The 2500-word fighting plot is omitted here and will be supplemented later)

"Young master, what's wrong with you? Why does your breath feel a little disordered?" an old man asked with concern.

"I have met a formidable enemy."

The young man with heterochromatic pupils spoke slowly and calmly.

But beneath this calm tone, one can sense a hint of unrest.

"How is it possible? In this sparsely populated area of ​​the Midwest, how could there be a powerful monk who could make you feel pressured?"

"They're not one, they're three."

He added: "One of them holds a bow, one uses a sword, and one uses a formation. I am constrained by the three sides and cannot exert my full strength."

"Young Master, why is your arm armor torn?"

"I took a powerful blow from one of them, so it's slightly cracked. Here, take it back to the tribe and help me repair it."

"Okay, but why don't you hide? At this stage of cultivation, if you are not a cultivator at the Spiritual Pill Realm or the peak of the Condensation Realm, I'm afraid you can dodge attacks launched by cultivators of other levels, right?"

"The reason I didn't hide was because I wanted to judge the other party's strength. They are stronger than I thought, and are not much inferior to the outstanding children of our clan."

"Even three or five of the outstanding disciples in the clan are not your match. It would take more than seven to tie with you."

"The three of them are different. As I just said, they combine long-range and close-range combat, and they also have formations to assist, so I chose to leave in the end."

He added: "Looking at how close they seem, they are probably fellow disciples." "Young Master, can you understand Xuanhuang language? I don't remember anyone teaching you?"

"?"

The young man gave the old man a cold look and said, "I haven't eaten pork, but I have seen pigs run. Although I can't hear what they are saying, can't I understand their appearance and behavior?"

"Pigs are such lowly animals that they cannot even be included in our demon clan. How can they be compared with our superior clans?"

Unexpectedly, the young man retorted, "That's hard to say. Your understanding is a bit old-fashioned and pedantic. Have you forgotten the record in the Chronicles of the Demon Race about the tenth-order mosquito monster in the prehistoric era?"

"Of course I dare not forget the Mosquito God, a super powerful monster that only transformed at the tenth level. But then again, the Mosquito Clan has only produced such a super powerful one so far. According to the records of our Upper Clan, there were no less than seventy tenth-level strongmen in the prehistoric era."

“That’s true. It’s true that it’s hard for inferior races to produce super-powerful beings, but once they appear, they must not be neglected. Those who can fight their way out of extremely adverse circumstances are all extremely powerful.

This is what my father taught me when I was very young, telling me not to look down on "low-level ascenders."

"Yes, yes, what the old patriarch said is right."

When the young man brought up his father, the old man immediately became extremely flattering, with a hint of fear in his expression, even though the person he was afraid of was no longer there.

"Seventh Senior Brother, what do you think of that person just now?"

"Very strong, almost beyond my comprehension." Mu Hanchan said, because the man's strength was already close to the Xiren in his memory.

Yao Fei was still in doubt, and said anxiously: "Oh my God, there are people in this world who can use seven weapons at the same time, and they can attack and defend at the same time, and switch freely. I have never seen such a talented person."

"I haven't seen it either." Chang Quan said with a frown.

Mu Hanchan said at this time: "Maybe he is not a human at all."

"what?"

"Seventh Senior Brother, what do you mean by this?"

Mu Hanchan was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "From the moment I met this person, I felt that his aura was abnormal, but I couldn't remember it, and I couldn't tell what this abnormal aura was or where it came from."

"It was not until he blocked Sixth Senior Brother's Ghost Slash with his arm armor and saw the veins wriggling under his arm that I realized he was not a human cultivator. Because the veins wriggled extremely fast, as nimble as a snake, unlike the natural body reaction of a human's veins bulging."

"Then what do you mean?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, he should be a branch of the Xuanwu clan. As for the clan name, I can't remember it, or I can't judge it."

"Then why don't you think he is a snake?"

"The aura of the snake clan is cold and gloomy, but this guy is totally different. The snake clan is agile but has no follow-up power, while this guy has endless spiritual power, even stronger than me! The aura of the snake clan is not strong, but this guy gives me the feeling of a mountain. I have no idea how much spiritual power he has left, but fortunately he retreated on his own."

"Xuanwu tribe?"

"You're not talking about the highest race in the demon realm, the descendants of the Four Spirits of Heaven?"

"That's exactly what I said."

(The fighting scenes in this chapter are difficult to describe, so I will write more later when I have time. The opponent fought one against three, but he was not at a disadvantage at all, and even suppressed them at one point. He switched between seven weapons, which is temporarily beyond my description ability.)