Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 61 Tiger and Crane Dual Form
Both the Zuoshan faction and the Changhemen are vassals of the Xu family, and should theoretically be of the same ilk, but their relationship seems to be very bad.

The three groups left the inn together, flanking Pei Xia on both sides. They exchanged glances from time to time, creating a tense atmosphere.

At this moment, Xu Zhuofeng, who had hesitated on the mountain road earlier, appeared calm and composed: "How is Elder Sun Bohu of the Zuoshan Sect doing these days?"

In front of outsiders, his boss-like confidence was still unmistakable.

Sun Tingfeng looked at him with some surprise: "Sir, do you know my father?"

“Oh, so this is Elder Sun’s son,” Xu Zhuofeng chuckled. “He and your father met several times in their early years on Mount Quechao.”

This did cheer Sun Tingfeng up a bit.

Sun Bohu was getting old and hadn't been to Quechao Mountain for seven or eight years. The man in front of him said he had a past relationship with his father, so he should also be an old friend of Xueyanmen.

I just heard him say "Tiger Crane Sword Pavilion", which seems to be a sect in Beishi City.
Xing Fengcai of Changhemen also understood the implication and asked, "I heard that Tiger Crane Sword Pavilion is a prestigious sect in Beishi City. Are you all from Beishi City?"

This time, Xu Zhuofeng didn't respond and turned to look at Pei Xia.

It's definitely true, we'll see whether we bring it up or not.

Pei Xia didn't hide anything: "Yes, I am Pei Guanhai from the Tiger Crane Sword Pavilion. I was traveling when I happened to come up the mountain to offer my congratulations on Elder Xu's birthday."

This made Sun Tingfeng and Xing Fengcai think more highly of Pei Xia.

When disciples of a sect go up the mountain to offer birthday wishes, it's different from when they are independent cultivators; they have to consider their sect relationships.

Just imagine, if Pei Xia behaves inappropriately at the birthday celebration, wouldn't he inadvertently incur the sect's enmity?
For someone traveling abroad to make such a decision on his own, it's clear that Pei Guanhai must hold a high position within the Tiger Crane Sword Pavilion.

Xing Fengcai's eyes darted around, then he suddenly lowered his voice and asked Pei Xia, "I heard that a major incident recently occurred in Beishi City. Several white-robed figures in the Palm Saint Palace have been kicked out. Does Brother Pei know if this is true?"

This time it was Pei Xia's turn to look at Xu Zhuofeng.

Old Xu reached up and rubbed his back again, then continued the conversation: "Yes, there is such a thing."

Both sides fell silent for a moment, heads bowed as if deep in thought.

A moment later, Xing Fengcai looked up again: "Then, do you gentlemen know that among the white-robed Master Saints is a senior surnamed Xu..."

Before Xing Fengcai could finish speaking, Sun Tingfeng immediately interrupted him, shouting, "Hey, Xing, what are you trying to do?!"

Xing Fengcai retorted without backing down: "So what if I care about Xu Baiyi?"

"Is that concern you? I think you're just a wolf in sheep's clothing!" Sun Tingfeng's words were now quite blatant.

Of the seven vassals of the Snow Swallow Sect, only one is in Sheng County, while the others are all extremely far from Sparrow Nest Mountain. If Xu Baiyi's reign is over...

Whether each company will still be willing to humble itself and act subserviently is another matter.

Xing Fengcai, perhaps angered, grinned maliciously and began to speak recklessly: "Oh, you sure know how to show loyalty. A few years ago, you made female disciples sell their buttocks to earn rewards for the sect. You're addicted to it, aren't you?!"

These words struck a nerve with Sun Tingfeng. He leaped up, passed through Pei Xia and the others, and pinned Xing Fengcai to the ground.

With a surge of inner energy in his hand, he punched Xing Fengcai right next to the head with a "bang," shattering the stone slab: "You fucking fart!"

Xing Fengcai was not afraid of him at all. A thin layer of qi appeared on his forehead, and he tilted his head back and bumped into Sun Tingfeng's head, causing Sun Tingfeng to stagger back several steps.

He spat, got up from the ground, and now that he had no more pretense of civility, he spoke even more recklessly: "I heard your senior sister came this time too? Where is that so-called number one beauty of Shu Nan? Could it be that she has already climbed into the old sect leader's bed?"

Sun Tingfeng's blood boiled, and his face turned bright red: "My senior sister is distributing porridge and helping the poor down the mountain. How dare you slander her!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword with a clang.

Xing Fengcai sneered, pulled out the iron-studded soft whip hanging from his waist, and slammed it to the ground with a "crack".

The situation had become tense. Pei Xia tried to leave, but instead poked Xu Zhuofeng twice in the back.

Xu Zhuofeng didn't move. He looked at the stone slab that Sun Tingfeng had broken earlier and earnestly said to both sides, "Isn't there a arena tomorrow? Why are you competing here?"

Neither of them would listen to anything anymore.

Sun Tingfeng channeled his spiritual energy through the sword, the snow-white blade cutting through the wind with a sharp whistling sound.

Xing Fengcai's long whip was even more unique. When he activated his spiritual power, the iron thorns attached to the whip began to whistle and spin, clearly a unique skill of his own sect.

Swords and whips faced each other, and it looked like they were about to fight when Xu Zhuofeng in the middle let out a long sigh.

With both hands reaching down, spiritual energy flowed in like a whale sucking water, enveloping and merging with invisible force, transforming into two illusory longswords.

Pei Xia's eyes lit up as she stood behind Xu Shangxin. She quickly patted Xu Shangxin on the shoulder and whispered, "Learn it quickly!"

Xu Shangxin was a little confused for a moment, but following Pei Xia's gaze, she immediately noticed the unusual thing in Xu Zhuofeng's hand.

The sword in his right hand opened and closed swiftly, with all his strength, and the spiritual energy vibrated like a tiger's roar.

The sword in his left hand was light and agile, moving nimbly and gracefully, its sound almost like the cry of a crane.

Xu Zhuofeng used both hands, knocking away Sun Tingfeng's longsword with one hand and dodging Xing Fengcai's long whip with the other.

In the blink of an eye, he forced both cultivators at the Refining Cauldron Realm to retreat!

Both of them looked at Xu Zhuofeng with expressions of utter astonishment.

This middle-aged man had not previously revealed any spiritual power or imposing manner, yet he was so skilled in his actions!
"Tiger and Crane Dual Form!" Pei Xia whispered. "No wonder he claimed to be from the Tiger and Crane Sword Pavilion; he really does know it!"

He turned to look at Xu Shangxin beside him: "How is it?"

The older brother blinked and shook his head: "I...I didn't see it clearly."

"It's okay, I'll have him teach you later."

Taking him up the mountain this time can be considered as helping Xu Zhuofeng. The supreme martial art of the little Tiger Crane Sword Pavilion shouldn't be too much of a reward... right?

When Pei Xia's martial arts skills hadn't faded, calling him a sword master wouldn't be an exaggeration.

But as mentioned before, he doesn't practice the twelfth-realm martial arts, and he doesn't know many of the highly effective sword techniques that combine with spiritual power.

Therefore, what he could teach Xu Shangxin was mostly the fundamental principles of swordsmanship, which wouldn't be of much help to his brother's combat strength given his current level.

Xu Zhuofeng showed off his skills, but there wasn't much pride on his face.

Even without his divine sense, he was still a cultivator at the peak of the Transformation Realm. Any move he made would be considered bullying a junior.

He could only look at the two of them and say earnestly, "If you keep causing trouble, I'll throw you both off the mountain."

No, you're from the Tiger Crane Sword Pavilion, why do you speak with the air of an elder from your own family?
Sun Tingfeng and Xing Fengcai were both in their thirties. Having experienced the ways of the world, they knew the dangers and could roughly guess that this person was a highly skilled elder sent by the Tiger Crane Sword Pavilion to protect Pei Guanhai.

They each snorted and then parted ways with their respective groups.

Pei Xia patted her chest, relieved. She had been worried about being recognized.

Xu Zhuofeng, on the other hand, started rubbing his pipe back and forth with his hand again.

He looked up at the most magnificent pavilion within the Snow Swallow Sect and sighed, "A lewd disciple, deciding sect rewards and punishments based on personal feelings... How could my brother, at his age, have become such a person?"

(End of this chapter)