Lin Fan’s talent wasn’t high, but he was like Zhao Feng. They both had integrity and immense battle power, which allowed them to fight others who were higher ranked than them.
Zhao Feng and Lin Fan started to exchange moves in their courtyards.
Backwave Sword Manual!
Lin Fan gripped a simple old fashioned sword and swiped it like he was chopping through waves of water.
“High tier Mortal skill, I can’t believe you’ve learnt it so quickly!”
Zhao Feng laughed lightly and he used his Lightning Wind Palm, which pushed Lin Fan back. The latter not only had a High tier Mortal sword skill, he also had a Low-grade Mortal weapon and Zhao Feng needed 70% of his strength to beat Lin Fan in 20 or so moves.
One had to know that other cultivators at the 2nd Sky of the Ascended Realm wouldn’t even last a few moves, even if Zhao Feng only used 70% of his strength.
“Thank you, Brother Zhao for giving me this sword skill… but even so I’m still not your match.”
Lin Fan was grateful and slightly bitter at the same time.
Even though he had received a lot of primal crystal stones and contribution points, they still weren’t enough for a High tier Mortal skill.
Zhao Feng thought that Lin Fan was trustworthy, so he gave the Backwash Sword Manual which he had gotten from the Hollow Building and no one would be suspicious due to the massive reward they had received.
“Zhao Feng, your strength is close to the 4th Sky of the Ascended Realm and there’s definitely no problem with you getting a spot. But why don’t buy a weapon to increase your strength?”
Lin Fan suggested.
Weapon?
Zhao Feng’s heart moved, because his Golden Stairs Bow wasn’t suitable for him anymore. Plus the Floating Crest Trial was coming up, so he should get a weapon to increase his overall strength.
Thinking up to here, Zhao Feng walked towards the Clan Mission Division.
Clan Mission Division.
Zhao Feng saw Vice Head Zhang and immediately told him his purpose.
“I can give you 20% off here.” Old man Zhang laughed.
20% off?
Zhao Feng’s eyes became a line due to his smile, 20% off wasn’t something anyone could get.
Soon, old man Zhang led Zhao Feng to the weapons hall.
Blacksmiths all worked in the Clan Mission Division and there were certain zones for exchanging.
The lines of weapons of all different kinds: bright, shiny, sharp… They made Zhao Feng’s eyes blur.