If I Can Borrow Senior's Cleaver, Black Tortoise Is Nothing Special

"Wu Jie, do you have anything to say?" Zhu Yun asked.

"Reporting to Old Ancestor, reporting to Sect Master, since there's no way to deal with the Black Tortoise Ancestor, why can't we just avoid the fight?" Wu Jie asked.

Hearing this, some of the high-ranking officials in the hall gave a wry smile.

They knew that avoiding the fight was impossible this time. The two old ancestors had deep-seated animosity, and they had signed a duel contract for today decades ago.

This contract was sworn with their lives, with the Heavenly Dao as witness.

If either of them avoided the fight, they would be punished by the Heavenly Dao.

And if the Old Ancestor Qingshan retreated, the Qingshan Sect would be considered defeated without a fight!

"Enough, it's useless to rely on you all." At this moment, the Old Ancestor Qingshan roared. Although his expression was solemn, he felt much more relaxed than the others.

Because he had already considered a countermeasure.

If he could borrow that cleaver from Senior Yi at the Martial Arts Hall below the mountain, this battle might not be unwinnable!

"You all may withdraw!" The Old Ancestor Qingshan waved his hand.

"Old Ancestor."

"Old Ancestor, what are you doing?"

Without even coming up with a plan, the Old Ancestor Qingshan was sending people away. Did the Old Ancestor know he had no chance of winning and had given up?

If that were the case, then the Qingshan Sect...

The faces of the crowd were filled with deep solemnity and despair.

"I already have a plan." Seeing this, the Old Ancestor Qingshan knew he needed to reassure these people, so he said, "I'm going to borrow a knife. As long as I can borrow this knife, the Black Tortoise, hmph, is nothing more than that..."

"A knife?"

"What knife?"

Everyone was confused.

You must know that although the Black Tortoise and Qingshan were at the same cultivation level, the Black Tortoise had ten years more cultivation. A good weapon could greatly enhance one's strength, but ten years of cultivation, especially at this Martial King realm, could not be compensated for by an ordinary knife.

"When I successfully borrow the knife, I'll bring it back for you to see." The Old Ancestor Qingshan said impatiently. If it weren't for the need to stabilize the sect members and prevent chaos at this time, he wouldn't have openly taken out such a knife.

Although everyone was still confused and uneasy, they still obediently withdrew, while also looking forward to the knife the Old Ancestor Qingshan had mentioned.

"Zhu Yun, wait. You come with me."

However, the Old Ancestor Qingshan called out to the Sect Master Zhu Yun. After all, Zhu Yun's identity was different. He felt it was necessary to let the Sect Master know about the existence of the senior below the mountain.

In case this brat was blind and accidentally provoked him, the consequences would be unbearable.

The two soon arrived on the streets of Pingjiang City. They were still some distance from the Martial Arts Hall, so the Old Ancestor Qingshan began to restrain his aura and walk.

"Uncle-Master, what are you doing?" In private, Zhu Yun was also the nephew of the Old Ancestor Qingshan. He looked at the Old Ancestor Qingshan in confusion and asked, "Why don't we fly directly there?"

"Hmph, what do you know?" The Old Ancestor Qingshan reprimanded, "You immediately restrain your aura as well. Watch my cues later."

Although Zhu Yun was confused, he still restrained his aura. Then he asked, "Uncle-Master, in this small Pingjiang City, is there a knife you need?"

"A frog in a well."

The Old Ancestor Qingshan reprimanded him. He had no intention of talking too much with Zhu Yun. At this moment, all he wanted was to see Yi Feng.

As soon as they reached the Martial Arts Hall, they saw Yi Feng lying on a lounge chair at the entrance.

"This is it." The Old Ancestor Qingshan straightened his body and said excitedly.

"Uncle-Master, isn't this just a broken Martial Arts Hall?" Zhu Yun glanced casually and then didn't look further, asking in confusion, "You are the dignified Old Ancestor of the Qingshan Sect, why are you acting like this!"

"Shut up."

"Also, from now on, no matter what you call me or anything else, it has nothing to do with cultivation."

The Old Ancestor Qingshan shouted angrily.

Zhu Yun dared not say another word.

"Haha, Master Yi." The Old Ancestor Qingshan changed his expression and shouted.

Yi Feng, who was lying at the entrance, removed the palm-leaf fan covering his face, opened his eyes, sat up, and smiled, "So it's you!"

"Yep, it's me."

The Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded like a pecking chick, his face full of respect.

Beside him, Zhu Yun's eyes widened.

He, wasn't he mistaken?

The Old Ancestor, who usually had absolute authority in the Qingshan Sect, was acting like a little chick in front of a mortal?

Why?

This mortal could be killed with a single slap!