Chapter 142: Dragons Don’t Live with Snakes

The art of sword sacrifice is circulated in the Nine Realms, but it is a very mysterious thing for most people.

Sacrificing the sword with blood is considered a method of the devil by everyone.

However, this art of sword sacrifice is the most important part of the orthodox ancient sword forging technique. Sacrificing the sword with blood is to sacrifice the gods of the heavens.

The higher the grade of the blood for sword sacrifice, the better the effect. The more noble the blood, the better the effect of the sacrifice.

But how can noble blood compare to the ancient war dragon? A drop of Chu Fengmian's blood is equal to a drop of real ancient war dragon blood.

After refining the Red Flame Sword, the edge of the Red Flame Sword suddenly became much sharper.

Chu Fengmian picked up the Red Flame Sword and swung it with one move. The flame in it showed golden dragon flame.

"Although the grade of the Red Flame Sword has been fixed and cannot be re-trained, with these nine power lines and the Dragon Flame Sword, the power of the Red Flame Sword is no less than many earth-level spiritual weapons!" Chu Fengmian said with great joy. This was his first time refining a weapon, and fortunately, the material of the Red Flame Sword was good, so it could withstand such a sacrifice. Otherwise, if it was the Xuanqing Sword in Chu Fengmian's hand, if Chu Fengmian used blood to sacrifice it, the Xuanqing Sword might even be burned in an instant. The power of the sword sacrifice technique also depends on whether the spiritual weapon can withstand it. "Finally, I have a heavy sword." Chu Fengmian was overjoyed when he saw the Red Flame Sword. As the former number one swordsman, he also understood the way of the heavy sword. Compared with the skills of the light sword, he liked the domineering of the heavy sword more. The way of the heavy sword is the way of the tyrant, a tyrant who is so powerful that people surrender. "Let's go, it's time to go back to the academy."

Chu Fengmian was delighted for a while, but also understood that he had to go back.

He moved his body and flew through the desert, heading towards the military camp.

The army of King Pingsha has now wiped out the sand bandits and won a great victory. Without the support of Mu Yuanhuo, the sand bandits are still a mob after all, and they are no match for the real army.

When Chu Fengmian returned to the military camp, he saw the soldiers ignoring the heads of the sand bandits and calculating their military exploits.

The military exploits of Wusheng Kingdom are based on the number of heads. These sand bandits have been committing evil deeds continuously, and the current emperor of Wusheng Kingdom has ordered that all the sand bandits be beheaded on the spot, and the heads can be used to collect elixirs.

That's why these soldiers came back with heads one by one. Chu Fengmian saw that several of the strong soldiers had more than ten heads under their command.

Chu Fengmian passed through the crowd and entered the tent of King Pingsha all of a sudden.

"Who is it?"

When Chu Fengmian appeared, many warriors shouted loudly. When they saw Fengmian's appearance clearly, they all showed joy on their faces.

"Mr. Chu."

"Mr. Chu is back."

The middle-aged men shouted happily.

They watched Chu Fengmian chase Mu Yuanhuo, but he didn't come back for a long time. They were all very worried.

Now seeing Chu Fengmian return, they were all very excited.

"Mr. Chu, you are finally back. If you didn't come, I don't know how to explain to Wusheng Academy."

King Pingsha also laughed and said with joy when he saw Chu Fengmian coming back.

"What about the devil?"

"Bang."

Chu Fengmian didn't say much. He opened a storage bag and Mu Yuanhuo's body was released.

Although the body was full of holes, Mu Yuanhuo's unique appearance could still be seen at a glance.

"Sure enough, that devil! He is finally dead, and the northwest desert can finally be peaceful!"

When King Pingsha saw Mu Yuanhuo's body, he couldn't help laughing.

Mu Yuanhuo has always been a big scourge in the northwest desert. Now he is finally dead, and the threat of sand bandits is finally solved.

"Mr. Chu is really brave. I will remember this favor. If you need me in the future, just ask me."

"It is my job, Your Majesty, you don't have to do this."

Hearing King Pingsha's words, Chu Fengmian knew in his heart that the king of Pingsha meant to win him over. He didn't say a word and just let it go.

He, Chu Fengmian, has been free and unrestrained all his life, never controlled by others, so it is naturally impossible for him to be won over by others.

"If there is nothing else, Chu will go back to the academy first. Time is running out, and Chu must go back to the academy to explain."

Chu Fengmian said, and then he walked directly outside, rode on the black-scaled horse king, and left all the way.

"This Chu Fengmian is really a genius. I'm afraid he can be compared to Zhi Lingtian. But such a genius is very difficult to win over."

King Pingsha muttered to himself.

Originally, he was somewhat disdainful of the rumors about Chu Fengmian, thinking that there was no one in Wusheng Kingdom who could be compared to Zhi Lingtian.

But now it seems that Chu Fengmian is even more evil than the rumors say, and even more evil than Zhi Lingtian in the past.

It's a pity that Chu Fengmian saw through his intention to win him over. After Chu Fengmian left, he understood Chu Fengmian's attitude more and more.

Dragons don't live with snakes. With Chu Fengmian's character, it's impossible for him to join any force.

The black-scaled horse king galloped all the way. Three days later, Chu Fengmian returned to the academy.

It only took Chu Fengmian a week to go back and forth, which was much faster than the one-month time stipulated by the Xuanbei Saint.

The Mission Hall is the place in Wusheng Academy responsible for accepting and completing tasks.

Although Chu Fengmian's tasks were accepted by the Xuanbei Saint, Chu Fengmian had to come to the Mission Hall to complete the tasks if he wanted to receive the rewards.

The Mission Hall is the most prosperous place in Wusheng Academy. Countless disciples walked through it to accept tasks.

The most direct and simple way to earn contribution points is to complete the task. There may be other means for inner disciples, but for outer disciples, this is almost the only means.

"Who is that person?"

"Such a strange inner disciple, is he a newcomer in this class?"

Some outer disciples were shocked when they saw Chu Fengmian, and they all looked at him.

Inner disciples are almost high-ranking figures among outer disciples.

It is extremely difficult for inner disciples in Wusheng College to be promoted three times a year, so most of the inner disciples know it.

So seeing Chu Fengmian, who looks relatively unfamiliar, some outer disciples were a little surprised.