Fighting the Martial Universe

"Young patriarch, we are also compelled."

The old man shook his head, his face showing loneliness.

He is called Jian Fengchen, and he is an elder of the Soul Clan. Since Zhang Feng returned to the Soul Clan, he has been taking care of Zhang Feng.

Whether it is Zhang Feng's cultivation or Zhang Feng's life in the sword soul clan, Jian Fengchen is in charge.

Zhang Feng said angrily: "I have no choice but to turn my jokes around. What does the Sword Soul Clan use me as a joke?"

Luo Qingluan on the side also sat down weakly and said: "Brother Feng, it's okay. I don't care, I don't care at all. I am satisfied that I can give birth to Xueer for you."

Since Luo Qingluan followed Zhang Feng into the Sword Soul Clan, the cruel environment within the clan has let her know that it is very difficult for her to be with Zhang Feng.

For this reason, Zhang Feng's desperate cultivation, almost without a break, just want to improve his strength and be able to win the right to speak for himself.

Although Zhang Feng became the young patriarch of the Sword Soul Clan, he enjoyed resources that many people could not enjoy.

However, Zhang Feng's status as the young patriarch really imprisoned him, because he was the only son of the patriarch of the sword soul clan, and was destined to sacrifice for the sword soul clan.

Half a year ago, Zhang Feng successfully entered the saint and won the first place in the clan competition. According to the promise, the patriarch of the sword soul clan must agree to Zhang Feng's request.

And Zhang Feng's request is naturally to marry Luo Qingluan upright.

Because Luo Qingluan has already been pregnant with his child, it has been seven or eight months.

Now, Luo Qingluan has given birth to a baby girl named Jian Xueer, which has been two months now.

The patriarch of the sword soul clan also agreed to Zhang Feng's request.

At that time, Zhang Feng believed that his hard work was worthwhile, and he finally got his father's approval.

Therefore, he and Luo Qingluan discussed that when Jian Xueer was born, they would hold a wedding and let Luo Qingluan marry her gracefully.

Originally, the wedding had already been scheduled, and even the Sword Soul Clan sent out invitations widely, inviting many big figures from the first-class forces in the Great Sacred Land of Zhongzhou to participate.

Three days later, it was their wedding, and the major forces had naturally set off for the Sword Soul Race.

Who knows, Jian Fengchen just notified Zhang Feng that it was indeed for Zhang Feng to hold a wedding three days later. However, the person at the wedding was not Luo Qingluan, but the young patriarch of the Badao clan, Ba Qianshui.

This Tyrant Qianshui is a genius of the Tyrant Sword Clan, and even a student of the Dynasty Academy. However, Tyrant Qianshui is extremely ugly. Although he has a strong talent, there are not many geniuses willing to approach her.

And just by chance, Ba Qianshui met Zhang Feng, and was even defeated by Zhang Feng. Only then did he feel good about Zhang Feng, but Zhang Feng did not marry him.

This marriage is naturally a marriage of forces, and only the senior leaders of the Soul Sword Clan and the Overlord Sword Clan know the relationship of interests.

Now, the invitation letter from the Sword Soul Race has already been sent out, and it is impossible to take it back.

"I should have guessed it a long time ago. My father could not agree to this marriage so easily, and spent so much energy in inviting the major forces. It turned out that this marriage was not for me and Qingluan, but for me. Prepared with Ba Qianshui."

Zhang Feng's forehead was already covered with blue veins, which was like a venomous snake, constantly twisting.

This scene is enough to prove how angry Zhang Feng is.

He felt that he was being tricked, not only was he brushed, he also hurt Luo Qingluan.

"Young patriarch, the patriarch is compelled."

Jian Fengchen shook his head and said, "Do you know how many years our sword soul clan has prospered in Zhou Yuanjie?"

"80,000 years, a full 80,000 years, the ancestor of the Sword Soul Race has experienced ancient times."

Jian Fengchen continued: "Among the Great Sacred Lands of the Middle Zhou Dynasty, all the first-class forces, in terms of their foundation, can't compare to our sword soul race."

"However, just a year ago, our Sword Soul Clan had a shocking change, and this change was enough to affect our Sword Soul Clan's lifeline."

Jian Fengchen said: "This secret is only known to the senior members of the Soul Clan, and none of the other young children."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng swallowed his saliva and asked, "What happened to the Sword Soul Race?"

Jian Fengchen shook his head, and said sadly: "The Soul Mountain of our Sword Soul Clan, the underground spiritual veins are about to be exhausted, and within ten years, they will be exhausted. We can only marry the Badao Clan, and the Badao Clan agrees. Pass through the spirit veins of his clan."

Lingmai is considered the foundation of a power.

Generally speaking, a spiritual vein can last for tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, and it can almost endure for a long time.

As for the Tyrant Blade Clan, although the background and strength are far inferior to the Sword Soul Clan, there are three rich spiritual veins within their clan.

Moreover, the two races are not very far apart, and with their means, it is completely easy to open up a spiritual vein to share.

"what?"

Zhang Feng's face was unbelievable. No matter what he thought, he did not expect that the spiritual veins of the Sword Soul Race were actually exhausted.

This spiritual vein is like the well spring of ordinary people. Once it is gone, the consequences will be very serious.

"Young Patriarch!"

Jian Fengchen knelt on his knees and said, "Even if the old man begs you, the old man has truly witnessed the strength of the sword soul from a young sword boy to today's elder. I don't want to just watch the sword soul clan. Declined."

Luo Qingluan also immediately said: "Brother Feng, everything is focused on the overall situation. As the young patriarch of the Sword Soul Clan, you should sacrifice for the Sword Soul Clan."

"Qingluan, I'm sorry for you."

Tears shed tears in Zhang Feng's eyes. Three days later, it was originally his and Luo Qingluan's wedding. The two of them had even thought about how to spend the rest of the day.

One by one, sweet pictures appeared in their minds.

It's a pity ~www.wuxiaspot.com~These pictures will never happen.

"Brother Feng, if you like someone, you don't necessarily have to be with him. You have already given me the best gift. I will raise Xue'er slowly."

Luo Qingluan knew that if Zhang Feng and Ba Qianshui were really married, with Ba Qianshui's temperament, it was absolutely impossible for him to stay with Zhang Feng.

It is possible that she will be expelled from the Sword Soul Race.

Zhang Feng hugged Luo Qingluan and said, "No, I won't let you leave me. I don't want the identity of this young patriarch. Let's leave and leave the Sword Soul Race together."

"Brother Feng, don't be impulsive anymore."

Luo Qingluan was very calm, and said, "Have you forgotten? We missed each other more than 20 years ago. We have no destiny at all. You are born with the brand of Sword Soul Clan, you think If you want to throw it away, you can throw it away?"

"We, accept our fate!"

Luo Qingluan sighed weakly.