If possible, Yuwen Feiyang really wanted to slap himself in the face several times. But unfortunately, that is just an unrealistic hope.
"Detoxify me quickly. I am Yuwen Feiyang, the young master of the Yuwen family." Yuwen Feiyang shouted with all his strength, and finally took the initiative to reveal his true identity.
He couldn't do it without speaking. If he kept insisting on not speaking, he was afraid that he would die of pain and never have the chance to speak again.
"I haven't heard of the Yuwen family. Have you heard of Murong Yi?" Gu Qingxi turned to ask Murong Yi.
"No." Murong Yi shook her head cooperatively.
Fortunately, you are still monks, and you have never even heard of the Yuwen family, one of the four major demon cultivating families! Yuwen Feiyang was so angry that he wanted to hit the wall. Of course, this is also just a luxury.
Regardless of whether they have never heard of the Yuwen Family, Yuwen Feiyang can be sure of one thing: the name of the Yuwen Family is not a deterrent to Gu Qingxi at all, and his identity as the young master is not given up by others at all. In the eyes.
"Don't you just want that magic weapon? I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over!" Yuwen Feiyang's last hope was completely shattered. He couldn't hold on anymore and cried to Gu Qingxi.
Are you finally willing to bow your head? As expected of a demon cultivator, he has persisted for so long. If it were a monk from the Immortal Sect, he would probably not be able to persist even half the time after taking this kind of elixir.
Gu Qingxi once again felt deeply impressed by the demon cultivator's strong will, perseverance, and ability to withstand torture.
With a flick of his fingers, another pill flew into Yuwen Feiyang's mouth.
The pain came and went quickly, and as soon as the elixir melted away, the pain that was like thousands of ants gnawing at the soul and crushing the bones immediately receded like a tide.
Yuwen Feiyang was lying on the ground, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the river.
Gu Qingxi did not urge him, but just looked at him quietly.
Although the pain on his body had disappeared, Yuwen Feiyang still felt like a light on his back when Gu Qingxi stared at him like this. After regaining a little strength, he took out the scroll and threw it to Gu Qingxi.
"Wouldn't it be fine if I had handed it over earlier? If I had to delay it until now, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?" Gu Qingxi took the scroll and muttered something.
How could I have known that I would be asking for trouble? If I hadn't experienced it personally, who would have known how terrible your poisonous elixir was, and who would have known what it meant to live and die, and what it meant to live but not to die? Yuwen Feiyang looked at Gu Qingxi, feeling so aggrieved that he wanted to cry again.
Gu Qingxi opened the scroll and saw the Bagua pattern on the scroll.
This is... there was doubt in her eyes.
From the perspective of a refiner, this Bagua pattern is actually a bit ugly, and even the strokes of the hexagrams are crooked and misaligned. However, if you feel it carefully, you will find that the Bagua pattern itself is extremely exquisite.
It was probably some half-assed weapon refiner who got the weapon diagram by chance, but due to his limited strength, he made a good magic weapon look like this.
What puzzled her was that the refining method of this magic weapon seemed familiar, giving her a strange feeling of closeness.
Could it be the work of his apprentice Zhuo Moying? Gu Qingxi's heart moved, but she immediately firmly denied this speculation.
Putting aside the issue of technique, just speaking of taste, Zhuo Moying would never be able to refine such an ugly magic weapon.
"Hey, isn't this a picture of a demon?" Cai Cai's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Naicai, do you recognize this magical weapon?" Gu Qingxi was a little surprised.
"This magic weapon is really ugly. I don't know which half-baked weapon refiner made it. When did you see it, Cai Cai?" Wan Ling also asked curiously. His views on this magic weapon were surprisingly consistent with his master's.
"Master, have you forgotten? This is the natal magic weapon you refined with your own hands." Cai Cai looked at Wan Ling with an extremely strange look.
"What, do you mean this was made by me, or was it a magical weapon? Impossible, absolutely impossible." Wan Ling was stunned for a moment, then immediately denied it.
