The Sword God of the South

The Foreign Parents

A dozen moves have passed back. Zhang Fei was increasingly pushed hard by the attacks of opponents who did not give him a chance to even take a breath.

He was unable to strike back. He can only survive with his greatest skill. If only the other party was unarmed, he might still be able to fend off with his left hand and launch his empty-handed stance.

Unfortunately, reality says something else. All the old warriors had their own weapons.

This further adds to the difficulties he is facing. Several times he was almost hit by a slash or stab of a sharp weapon.

Fortunately the science of lightening his body was already high enough. So that he could survive all those threats.

Without notice, the sun has begun to lean to the west. The situation in the battle arena was still the same as before.

Even now, in the body of the young man there are already many external injuries. Blood has washed his clothes. The clothes that had been torn from the battle some time ago, now increasingly not because of their shape.

If no miracle comes, surely in the next twenty moves, it will be ensured that the young man will be extinct!

Zhang Fei himself was actually aware that his life was already on the edge of the horn. But to break free, he did not have enough strength.

In addition to continuing to struggle and hoping for the sky to drop help, what else could he do?

In the midst of the fierce battle, there was suddenly a great wind coming through.

The strong wind also brought the heat. The thirteen old warriors involved in the fight instantly choked.

The combined stance of the three higher-ups of the Sword Mountain Party, suddenly collapsed after being hit by a gust of wind just now.

"What a shameless thing. I'm disappointed in you guys who claim to be from the white stream!"

A voice suddenly rang out in the middle of the air. The sound seemed to come from far away. But it also feels from a very close place.

The thirteen old warriors, instantly displayed a look of surprise, wonder, and trepidation. They know, the person who spoke just now had used a powerful boost of energy. So that his voice can be heard clearly, even infiltrate into the eardrum.

Not long after that, a gust of wind appeared suddenly.

But this time, it was not the sound that was heard. But there was an old body figure who knew already standing in the middle of them.

The old man was wearing gray clothes. He may be ninety years old. His beard was long to the chest. The mustache is thick too.

All of that increasingly looks appropriate with white hair that is allowed to decompose.

The old man who appeared suddenly was not seen carrying any weapons. He only took both of his hands. The hand is wrinkled.

But behind all that, he had a pair of very sharp eyes. Sharper than a sword.

His eyes are also very clear. A sign that it has an immeasurable inner energy.

The thirteen warriors grew increasingly frightened. Their whole bodies were shaking violently. A cold sweat drenched his face after seeing the old man appear and be in front.

"Now, I order you to leave quickly. Otherwise, don't blame me for not seeing the sun tomorrow!" said the stranger's parents.

Sounds slowly. But behind that, it was as if it contained a power that was difficult for anyone to resist.

The warriors shuddered in horror. After paying their respects, they simultaneously ran away from the place.

Meanwhile, during the event just now, Zhang Fei had already fallen unconscious. It happened because he had already lost a lot of blood and manpower due to the battle just now.

Seeing the young man unconscious, with a quick movement the foreign old man immediately approached him. He then took Zhang Fei away from there.

Some time later, precisely after the afternoon, Zhang Fei had already regained his senses from his stupor. Events like five years ago happen again. When he woke up, the young man found himself in a place.

But not a cave, but a hut. An old hut that doesn't even deserve to be called a hut.

Zhang Fei tried to get up from his sleeping position. He looked over and there. But there's no one there.

Though he was very hopeful, he could go back to the time five years ago. Which at the moment he realized, there was his teacher who immediately came over.

Too bad, it's too impossible. He realized that the time that had gone forward could no longer be turned back.

After a while of gathering energy, Zhang Fei immediately came down from the bed that was only straw-based wood.

He walked out of the hut.

"You're sober, young man?"

The voice that had been heard before, was heard again.

When looking for the source of the sound, seen in front there, just near a cliff, there was a foreign old man who was sitting while drinking wine.

It seemed that the old man was enjoying the beautiful natural scenery. Even when he spoke, he did not look back.

'What a very sharp hearing, ' his mind said.

"Don't talk in your heart. Because I can tell you what you're talking about" said the old man back. "Come here. We enjoy this natural scenery together," he asked Zhang Fei.

The young man was again surprised. But after knowing that this old man in front of him was not an arbitrary human, then he did not want to talk much anymore.

He immediately walked up to her. He sat down right next to the old man.

"You're doing arak?" tanyanya.

"Slightly," he replied timidly.

"good. Then we'll have a drink together,"

He then poured the wine in the urn into an already ugly cup. After that, he gave it to Zhang Fei.

"Don't say much first. Enjoy everything that nature offers. After the sun is gone, we can only talk,"

The old man was actually able to read hearts and minds.

"Alright, Master," Zhang Fei nodded his head while receiving the wine of his gift.

He doesn't say anything anymore.

While enjoying the scenery presented by nature, the two people had nothing to say. They were silent in their own daydreams.

A breeze blew stroking their hair and clothes. The sound of bamboo trees rubbing against each other sounded so clear.

Inside the forest, the birds also started to chirp. They seemed to be singing cheerfully while welcoming this beautiful and soothing afternoon.

Zhang Fei looked into the distance. There he witnessed the beautiful sunset. His reddish radiance, his warming light, all of those things brought a feeling of its own for him.

Really, a beautiful afternoon view and a pity to miss.