In the Blade

The first person who appeared in front of Du Chengfeng was a middle-aged scholar with white hair and beard.

Du Chengfeng recognized this person. Although he didn't know his name, they had all been trapped in the pond by the fisherman before. Since it was Du Chengfeng who finally solved the problem, the powerful people represented by this middle-aged scholar were also very polite to Du Chengfeng.

But they were only polite when dividing the spoils. Only when they divided the fisherman's inheritance did they remain friendly.

But now, Du Chengfeng could not see any kindness on the face of this middle-aged scholar.

"Bold madman, do you know your crime!"

This was the first sentence after meeting, without any greetings, only a chill.

Du Chengfeng just smiled.

"If you want to fight, fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense..."

"Wait!"

Just when Du Chengfeng was about to make a move, Huo De Xingjun, who was covering his broken arm, suddenly stood up.

"There must be some misunderstanding! Why is it so! Wenquxing! Didn't he save our lives before? And you, you, and you... Were we not saved by him because of Diao Sou? Don't you care about the old friendship?"

Facing the angry gaze of Huode Xingjun, the powerful people whose names were called either turned their heads away or lowered their heads in shame.

Obviously, many of them, like Huode Xingjun, were somewhat unwilling to fight Du Chengfeng.

However, there were still many powerful people with stern faces, and their eyes looking at Du Chengfeng were also full of murderous intent.

It was at this time that the middle-aged scholar with white hair and beard, known as Wenquxing, spoke again.

"Lord of Fire, are you going to stand on the side of this evil? Do you want us to see the power of Lord of Fire back then?"

"No, I..."

Lord of Fire opened his mouth, but facing the hundreds of powerful people flying in the air, he couldn't even say a complete sentence for a while.

"I, I just..."

"Whatever."

Seeing that the flames on Lord of Fire dimmed a little, the middle-aged scholar known as Wenquxing finally shook his head.

"For the sake of the old feelings you mentioned, we will give him a chance to speak, so that you can also know what you are protecting."

As he said this, the middle-aged scholar's sight turned to Du Chengfeng.

"Do you dare to tell us in public, what is your name and where is your hometown?"

"Why are you asking this?"

For a moment, Huode Xingjun didn't understand what this meant. After all, this way of asking was really too weird - what is your name and where is your hometown, when did the great powers in the sky care about this? Everyone was born in different eras, and their hometowns were even more diverse. For a long time, everyone judged heroes by strength. When did life and death depend on birth?

However, facing Huode Xingjun's questioning, the middle-aged scholar just shook his head.

"Don't ask me, go ask him."

"This..."

Huode Xingjun turned his head and looked at Du Chengfeng.

"What on earth are you carrying? What big thing can it be?"

"..."

Du Chengfeng was silent for a moment.

He was too lazy to answer this kind of question. After all, he had nothing to say to these aggressive great powers, but since the one asking the question was Huode Xingjun, after thinking about it, he chose to respect this good opponent who had just dueled with him.

"Du Chengfeng, born as a refugee in Jibei."

"Refugee..."

The Fire Lord clenched his fist subconsciously.

Although he had been a powerful person for many years, even for so long that even kings and generals were nothing compared to him, he at least knew what the word refugee meant - although he had not seriously understood the past of this opponent, the fact that he could cultivate to such a level at such a young age could already be regarded as a gifted talent, or even a rare talent.

However, being born as a refugee, this...

How much hardship did a refugee have to go through to achieve this? How many times did he have to risk his life?

Just thinking about it, the Fire Lord was already a little excited. He could not imagine, nor could he believe, how could a refugee, without a home or a job, without a teacher or a successor, who could only rely on himself to risk his life again and again to reach this point.

This is simply...

"Then I will not let you touch him."

Taking a deep breath, Huo De Xingjun took a step forward and directly blocked the powerful people.

"If you are mobilized just because of your humble origin... I can't stand this kind of thing."

As he spoke, the flames on Huo De Xingjun's body became brighter, even more vigorous than when he fought with Du Chengfeng before!

"Buying the few with the many is nothing, come at me if you have the ability!"

"Huo De Xingjun, you have been deceived."

Facing the arrogant Huo De Xingjun, the middle-aged scholar known as Wenquxing just shook his head coldly.

"You think you are protecting your good friend, but your good friend didn't tell you the truth..."

At this point, the middle-aged scholar turned his head to Du Chengfeng again.

"Yes, Du Chengfeng, born as a refugee, native of Yangjiabao, Jibei. No one can find fault with your identity. After all, there are more refugees than ants in the world..."

The middle-aged scholar paused here.

Then, his eyes became sharp instantly.

"So, what about before this?"

"Before this?"

The Fire Lord was confused.

"What do you mean before this? Aren't refugees refugees? Before this, weren't they all born and raised by their parents? How come..."

While speaking, the Fire Lord turned his head.

In the Fire Lord's sight, Du Chengfeng was still looking coldly at the mighty people in the sky, without any intention of speaking.

"What's wrong with you?"

The Fire Lord carefully chose his words.

"Is there something you can't tell me? To me, these people are still bullying people too much. They've already said this, but they still want to expose people's scars. This is simply..."

"You don't want to say it?"

At this time, the middle-aged scholar in the air spoke again.

"Well, if you don't want to say it, I'll help you say it... Do you think that no one will know that you were born a refugee? Do you think that no one will know after so much time?"

At this point, the middle-aged scholar shouted loudly.

"Du Chengfeng! Born a refugee! Native of Yangjiabao, Jibei! But before this, you had no father or mother! No growth, no experience! You just fell from the sky! You are not a person of this world!"

"What..."

The Fire Deity was stunned.

How could this kind of thing be possible?

"You, you are not..."

The Fire Deity couldn't help but look back at Du Chengfeng.

He wanted to say something, but his chaotic thoughts made his brain chaotic - what does it mean to fall from the sky, what does it mean to be not from this world, how can it be like this? How can it become like this?

What does it mean to be not from this world?

Or, even if you are not from this world, what's the problem?

"Of course, if you are willing to be a nobody for your whole life, then we won't mobilize so many troops."

It was at this time that the middle-aged scholar spoke again.

"The world is so big that there are all kinds of things. We are not without tolerance. One less of you is not a lot in this world, and one more of you is not too much. You can find a place to spend the rest of your life, or fight with those mortals. Even if you want to be a king, no one will care about you... but."

At this point, the middle-aged scholar narrowed his eyes.

"But you still exposed your tail, you still started to touch things that you can't touch, and you finally revealed your true self...you, the demon from outside the domain!"

"Demon from outside the domain...?"

The Fire Lord couldn't help but turn his head and look at Du Chengfeng.

At this moment, the many questions buried in his heart seemed to have found answers.

Why has this tin man become a great power, but has not yet established his own Taoism, why does this tin man have the crazy idea of ​​"equality of all beings", why does this tin man look no different from everyone else, but when getting along with others, he always feels a little inexplicably different.

The former Fire Lord once thought that this was a problem of experience. He didn't know what this tin man had experienced, but some special experiences would undoubtedly shape a special style of behavior. As the saying goes, there is nothing strange in the world, so although Du Chengfeng is rare, it is not particularly strange.

But now...

"...Really?"

The Fire Lord clenched his teeth.

"Du Chengfeng, you are really..."

"I don't think I'm."

Looking at the face of Huo De Xingjun with his hair and beard all standing up, Du Chengfeng couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"We have known each other for a while. Although I have beaten you, tortured you, and even put you in a sack, I don't think I am inhuman in any way... You should know that I have always been a person, never an extraterritorial demon, I don't have horns on my head, and I don't have a tail behind my butt."

Speaking of this, Du Chengfeng raised his head and looked at the mighty people standing in the air.

"If you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext. If you really think I'm an eyesore, just do it directly. There is no need to find a reason, or come up with such an outrageous reason... and say I am an extraterritorial demon?"

Looking at the mighty people with murderous faces, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sneer.

"If I am an extraterritorial demon, then what are you?"

It was precisely because he was standing under a group of mighty people that Du Chengfeng could see more clearly.

None of these so-called great powers, these pioneers who flew to the sky, held weapons in their hands.

This reminded Du Chengfeng of when he was still in Jibei. At that time, he thought that the world was dominated by evil spirits, and weapons were the key to everything. If you want to become stronger, you can only use evil spirits, you can only kill, you can only kill continuously, only by killing more, only by killing stronger, can you master enough power, can you defend your hard-earned ordinary life.

But now it seems...

"Ha."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng simply flipped his hand and pulled.

The heavy sword that had been with him for a long time fell into his hands again.

"This time is completely different from before."

Du Chengfeng said this to his sword.

"It is me who has implicated you. If I hadn't appeared, you would have inherited this sword... Although I don't think you could inherit this sword at that time, but it was because you followed me that you walked all the way to such a dangerous situation..."

Before Du Chengfeng finished speaking, flames had already ignited on the heavy sword.

Obviously, this sword with a heart-to-heart connection already knew what Du Chengfeng wanted to say.

It was proving itself with actual actions.

It was not afraid.

Not only was it not afraid, it was even a little excited.

After all, it had only killed soldiers and generals, only killed evil masters, and at most killed some monsters, and even killed some top powerhouses on the mortal level.

It had not really killed these so-called heavenly immortals.

Or in other words, how could it not kill these so-called heavenly immortals?

After all, it and Du Chengfeng are in tune with each other, which means that it can also see that none of the so-called star gods in the sky are using weapons.

Or, they don't need any weapons at all, they hold power in their hands.

If those are also considered power, or even better power than it, then what is it?

"Bold thief, you dare to show your weapon!"

At this time, the middle-aged scholar in the air who is known as Wenquxing shouted again.

"This extraterritorial demon dares to resist! We don't need to be polite to the evil beast anymore! Let's do it together!"

"So, why don't you do it earlier? Why waste so much time talking."

Du Chengfeng shook his head and then pushed away the Fire Deity Star God beside him.

"Okay, you have nothing to do with this. After all, you have been defeated by me, and you can't beat me... Now, run quickly, run as far as you can."

As he spoke, Du Chengfeng raised his sword.

"Otherwise, I will kill you."

"You..."

Seeing that the big knife was about to chop down towards him, Huode Xingjun gritted his teeth and wanted to stand still.

But the blazing knife light was much faster than his voice. At this moment, Du Chengfeng had no intention of holding back. With just one knife, Huode Xingjun's entire body was split in half.

"You..."

Half of the body turned into ashes, and the remaining half of Huode Xingjun fell to the ground.

"You..."

At the end of his consciousness, Huode Xingjun was still a little confused.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you know very well that the powerful can't be killed?"