Fox Demon Crossing

Chapter 133 Apology

Fortunately, most supernatural fluctuations are imperceptible to ordinary people, otherwise they would probably cause extreme panic in society.

In the bustling city, Jin Zefeng, a master who was good at the dual cultivation of thunder and fire and had mastered the secret technique of copper tendons and iron bones, forced the Taoist priest to retreat step by step in close combat. No matter what kind of Taoist attack the opponent launched, it was easily blocked by Jin Zefeng's powerful body defense.

"Between heaven and earth, all the energy returns to its origin. After going through countless calamities, I have proven my magical power..."

"Are you the heir of the Tianshi Mansion? Have you practiced the Golden Light Curse?" The Taoist priest looked at the Taoist magic performed by Jin Zefeng and raised a sarcastic smile: "My friend, you have a wide range of interests. I originally thought that you were proficient in Maoshan Taoism and your origin must be related to Maoshan Sect. I didn't expect to see the Golden Light Curse of the Tianshi Mansion. I am even more curious about your true identity."

"Thank you for your hospitality today, my friend. We will meet again later." The Taoist priest retreated several meters in an instant and slammed the ground heavily with the staff in his hand. In an instant, a formation of light flashed.

Then, the light surrounded the Taoist's body, and then the light dissipated, and the Taoist's figure disappeared.

"It seems like a teleportation formation was used?" Jin Zefeng stood there in a daze, then shook his head slightly. The opponent just now should not be underestimated in terms of cultivation or Taoist magic, especially his magical realm, which was far superior to his.

Unfortunately, he did not expect the other party to choose to leave in this way.

If he had known this earlier, he might have used the divine sword.

Since he was promoted to a Jindan stage cultivator, he had a deeper understanding of the spirituality contained in the Yitian Sword - that was the power of a sword spirit.

As an innate spiritual treasure, how could it be possible that there was no spirit in it?

In fact, in the past days, the sword spirit of the Heavenly Sword has helped him escape danger many times.

It was not until this moment that he realized that he had never truly unleashed even one percent of the power of the Heavenly Sword.

The Sword of Heavenly Sword, as an innate spiritual treasure, requires its user to at least reach the level of a half-step immortal.

But he was just a small Jindan stage cultivator. How could he have the ability to obtain such a divine weapon?

For a long time, he has been wearing the Sword of the Heavenly Sword as a hairpin.

After Jin Zefeng returned to his residence, he decided to customize an exquisite scabbard for the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and carry it with him, treating it as an offering to his ancestors, and never use it as a hairpin again.

If those practitioners knew that he actually used an innate spiritual treasure as a hairpin, they would probably jump out and denounce the unfairness of fate, and even try to snatch his sword.

If facing a cultivator of the same level of cultivation, he might be able to handle it with ease.

But if he met an old veteran who was several realms higher than him, those people would probably not care about their face and would attack him directly.

Never underestimate the value of innate spiritual treasures.

According to Sister Green Snake, many immortals are unable to possess innate spiritual treasures.

Once the news leaks out, I'm afraid all the cultivators in the world will hunt him down to the ends of the earth.

Fortunately, the innate spiritual treasure has the property of invisibility. Few people can see its true face unless it is actively exposed. This is why Jin Zefeng dares to carry it with him.

The battle just now caused quite a stir. If the Sword of the Heavenly Sword were to be used again, it would inevitably expose this artifact to the eyes of the outside world.

What's more, there are several pairs of eyes secretly watching around.

Thinking of this, Jin Zefeng's figure gradually disappeared from the spot, without leaving any traces of movement or spells, and he disappeared silently from the sight of those secret observers.

But in fact, he didn't really disappear.

He was just using an advanced invisibility technique, so even cultivators with a cultivation level one level higher than his would find it difficult to detect his presence.

He passed quietly by a watcher.

He was an old Taoist priest wearing sunglasses. His robe had been washed so much that it turned white and was covered with patches. He was standing on the side of the road, glancing in the direction of an abandoned building from time to time. The thing in his hand looked like a prop commonly used by Taoist priests who set up stalls under the overpass to tell fortunes.

The old Taoist priest did not notice Jin Zefeng passing by. Behind him, the old Taoist priest could not help but tremble, shrink his neck, and whispered to himself: "Are the young people nowadays so powerful?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up at the sky and walked towards the overpass in the center of the imperial capital.

"Even people from Heaven have come down. I can't afford to offend them. I'd better pretend I didn't see anything..."

The old Taoist priest disappeared into the crowd in a few steps.

However, the pedestrians around him did not notice his departure.

On the way back.

Jin Zefeng passed by a barbecue stall and stopped, not because he wanted to eat barbecue, but because he saw two acquaintances.

Just after he had a fierce battle with the Taoist priest from Penglai, the dark clouds covering the sky above the imperial capital finally dissipated, and the sun shone across the earth again.

It was daytime and there were few customers at the barbecue stall.

"Friend, are you interested in sitting down together?"

Jin Zefeng's gaze fell on Cao Zigao. To be precise, he was looking at the spirit possessed by Cao Zigao.

"Why not?"

Cao Zigao walked over and sat down opposite Jin Zefeng, while Zhu Sanlu followed silently beside him, trying to appear low-key, lowering his head and trying to reduce his presence.

The other person took a bite of the grilled lamb kebab and said with emotion: "I can't remember how many years it has been since I last tasted this flavor."

"My name is Daozhen, and I am the ninth disciple of Sanmao Zhenjun, and also the second-generation disciple of the Maoshan Shangqing Sect."

Jin Zefeng responded calmly, "So, you are here to apologize on behalf of the sixth generation headmaster of Maoshan?"

The other shook his head and politely