Mr. Bodyguard Novel - Chapter 1421

Chapter 1421 Sword Saint, Ye Fengtian
Dead … dead?

Jiang Feng and the others, who were hiding in the surroundings, waited silently for a while. Seeing that the two demonic swords, the Black Feather Eagles, had indeed stopped moving, they dared to believe that the two demonic swords, the Black Feather Eagles, were really dead.

Jiang Feng and Zhao Zifeng hid on both sides of the street. After exchanging glances, the two of them nodded to each other.

Jiang Feng stood up and walked to the side of the corpse of one of the demonic swords, the Black Feather Eagle. Zhao Zifeng, Luo Jin, and Zhuo Buqun also walked over.

The four of them had just sized up the corpse of the demonic sword Black Feather Eagle for less than a minute when a person suddenly descended from the sky.

After this person landed, he directly stepped on the back of the demonic sword Black Feather Eagle. Jiang Feng and the others all raised their heads to look at this person.

The man who descended from the sky was a middle-aged man. His hair was light gray and his facial features were very handsome. It could be imagined that this man should have been an existence that swept through thousands of young girls when he was young, because even now, his face still looked extremely tasty and extremely beautiful.

The clothes of men were different from those of most people in Song Civilization. The clothes of people in Shenge Civilization were very modern in Jiang Feng’s eyes.

Shirts, T-shirts, sweatshirts, suits, skirts and so on are all very common clothes.

However, this middle-aged man was wearing a very retro set of clothes. It was more similar to the combination of Tang and Song dresses, giving people an ancient feeling.

Jiang Feng looked at the man and his pupils shrank slightly. Jiang Feng was very familiar with the man’s clothes. If it weren’t for Zhao Zifeng and the others standing beside him, Jiang Feng would have almost blurted out.

Jiang Feng’s heart was boiling. He had already guessed the identity of this middle-aged man.

However, Jiang Feng’s expression did not change at all. He looked extremely calm, and he did not seem to be worried at all.

The middle-aged man glanced at Jiang Feng and the others and said, “With the strength of the four of you, where did you borrow the courage to wander around here?”

“Senior, the four of us are soldiers of the Dragon Scorpion Legion. Originally, we were not going to this place. We accidentally fell here after the battleship crash.”

Zhao Zifeng explained respectfully to the middle-aged man.

After hearing Zhao Zifeng’s words, the middle-aged man nodded. He waved his right hand and the black-feathered eagle’s head was immediately sliced off by a golden light.

The cut was neat and smooth, like a tofu cut with a sharp blade.

After the middle-aged man took away the heads of the two demonic swords, Black Feather Eagles, he said, “Since meeting them here can be considered fate, I’ll leave the two Blood Bone Demonic Swords to you. If I sell them to those so-called noble lords, they’ll probably be worth a bit of money.”

“Senior, that Blood Bone Demonic Sword is something that only comes from the soul crystal in the Hei Yu Eagle’s head. If it was auctioned in the auction house of the God Realm, it could sell for at least 50 million divine song coins.”

Zhao Zifeng specifically reminded the middle-aged man. Firstly, he wanted to let the middle-aged man clearly know the value of the Blood Bone Demonic Sword, so that he wouldn’t regret it in the future. Secondly, he had some thoughts of currying favor with the middle-aged man.

Everyone present had witnessed the strength of the middle-aged man. If they were able to establish a relationship with him, they would naturally obtain a lot in the future.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Zifeng and chuckled, “Don’t worry, I said I’ll leave it to you guys. Not to mention 50 million, even 500 billion won’t be taken seriously by me.”

“Alright, let’s just do this. You guys work hard to survive. With your strength, it’s hard for you to survive in this place.”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he left. It was as if he could teleport. His body flickered a few times before disappearing without a trace.

As soon as the middle-aged man left, Zhuo Buqun and Luo Jin heaved a long sigh of relief.

Luo Jin couldn’t help but sigh, “What a powerful pressure. Who is this man? His strength is too strong.”

Zhao Zifeng shook his head, “I don’t know him either. There shouldn’t be such a person among the nobles in Central North Continent. Moreover, judging from his clothes, he doesn’t look like someone from a noble family.”

“That’s right, the style of his clothes is very retro, a bit like …”

“It looks like an imperial costume.” Zhao Zifeng added on behalf of Zhuo Buqun.

Zhuo Buqun nodded his head, “Yes! It’s the costume of the imperial era. I forgot which dynasty it was from.”

“Jun Yu Dynasty’s thirteenth prince.”

Jiang Feng muttered to himself.

That’s right, the clothes of the middle-aged man just now were fashionable by the thirteenth generation of the Jun Yu Dynasty, that is, the time when the Jun Yu Dynasty was destroyed. Jiang Feng also guessed the identity of the middle-aged man.

As for whether Jiang Feng’s guess was right or wrong, he would have to ask the middle-aged man privately after he saw him again.

The Blood Bone Demonic Sword was very large, and it would be inconvenient for Zhao Zifeng to keep it. Therefore, Zhao Zifeng asked Jiang Feng to put the two Blood Bone Demonic Swords into the Universe Clear Cauldron.

Today, he obtained an S-class 9-star soul crystal and two more Blood Bone Demon Swords.

It could be said to be a windfall from the heavens and a bumper harvest.

In order to avoid further accidents, Zhao Zifeng and the others decided to hurry back to the basement of the stadium and hide. They would look for the battleship’s wreckage tomorrow so that they could contact the people from the training camp to rescue them from here.

On the way back, Luo Jin, Zhuo Buqun, and Zhao Zifeng were all very excited.

Especially Luo Jin and Zhuo Buqun, the two of them had already begun to look forward to it. If he got the money, how would he spend it next?

Jiang Feng did not participate in the discussion and silently followed the three of them back to the basement of the stadium.

It was already late at night. Jiang Feng confirmed that Zhao Zifeng and the others had all fallen asleep before he got up.

Jiang Feng gently left the basement and went to the football field of the stadium.

Jiang Feng stood in the middle of the football field for a while before a strong wind suddenly blew from behind him.

Jiang Feng wasn’t prepared to hide either. He turned around and saw the middle-aged man who had killed two demonic swords, the Black Feather Eagle, descend from the sky during the day.

The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Feng excitedly. He extended his right hand towards Jiang Feng and asked in a trembling voice, “Is that okay?”

The middle-aged man’s question was somewhat headless, but Jiang Feng understood. Jiang Feng nodded and said, “Alright.”

With that, Jiang Feng placed his right hand in the middle-aged man’s palm.

The middle-aged man poured a wave of power into Jiang Feng’s body from Jiang Feng’s palm. In Jiang Feng’s extremely broad brain, memories that belonged to Jun Yuyuluo before surged out like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Very quickly, the middle-aged man withdrew his strength. Tears flashed in his eyes as he knelt on the ground.

The middle-aged man respectfully kowtowed to Jiang Feng and said, “Your Highness, you … you’ve finally returned … Do you still remember me? I’m …”

“I remember.” Jiang Feng, who had originally been able to remain calm, had a sour nose for some reason, and tears suddenly appeared in his eyes.

“You are the Sword Saint personally bestowed by my father-Ye Fengtian!”