Thanks to these two sects, the righteous monks present were satiated and watched a good show. Many monks are still immersed in the drama just now, their minds are filled with certain information analyzed from this, and they all have their own agendas.
However, after the two sects involved, Wuhua Sect and Guiyi Sect, separated, they seemed to be like normal people, talking about their own affairs, and seemed not to want to get entangled anymore.
But for some people, many things cannot really go away like this. For some people who are plotting secretly, for Ningxia...
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"What's going on? I asked you to grow demon seeds, but I didn't ask you to do anything else." The woman squatted in front of the flower bed and questioned in a low voice, her tone dissatisfied.
"Lord Lianji, my subordinates planted the demonic seeds in those women according to your instructions and did not stir them up. Normally there should be no problem."
"What's going on with the Guiyi Sect? How come the demon seed on her body has faint signs of twitching? If she had been allowed to continue to have attacks, she might have been exposed on the spot. It's not the time to act now."
"Subordinate... I don't know."
"I don't know what to say. Can you evade all culpability with this statement? Shengyun Palace has been preparing for many years. If it is exposed due to a moment of negligence, you will not be able to escape the blame." The woman shouted sternly.
"Sir, please calm down and spare me this time. This matter... this matter is really an accident. It is... the woman should have triggered the demonic seed on her own and lost control. My subordinate has already controlled the demonic seed in advance. Re-seal it and there won’t be any more problems.”
"The demon species is a magical thing that has been developed with great concentration by our ancestors. It has never failed. It is impossible for those righteous monks to find the problem."
"That's all. It's an emergency time, it's the time to employ people, and I don't want to cause any trouble. Go back and ask for the punishment yourself, and watch the punishment yourself." "Guo Ni"'s eyebrows had traces of black hair, as if he wanted to be punished for something. It's like coming out of the inside.
"So Qi Weirui inspired the demonic seed on his own? Unexpectedly, a dignified and righteous monk actually had a demonic heart. How dark and narrow was his heart before he inspired the demonic seed and allowed it to sprout? This has never happened. Pass."
The woman touched her chin with interest: "He is also a good prospect for cultivating demons. It's a pity that he has a special status, so I'm afraid he can't be kidnapped. Otherwise, he could just get it back and use it as a toy for the little lord."
"Lord Lianji, don't be ridiculous. This woman is well-known in their area for her vicious personality, and her acting style is even more demonic. Moreover, she is obsessed with her senior brother, and her thoughts are temporarily fed back from the demon species. It’s all about her senior brother, and I’m afraid a woman like this won’t fall in love with the little Lord easily.”
"Forget it, don't worry about it, just let her do it."
The shadow in the night quickly disappeared after receiving the order, disappearing as if it had never appeared before.
"A Tong."
The woman fiddled with the flower garden, and when she heard someone calling from behind, her fingers paused: "Elder brother."
"Where have you been? Why can't I find you anywhere? Let's go. It's time for me to go to the banquet hall. We've been late enough." The man took a few steps forward, stopped, and looked far away. Stand behind. For some reason, his steps seemed hesitant.
"Can you not go? Senior brother."
"No, A Tong. Don't be willful. Master specially organized this banquet to invite many righteous disciples to make friends with monks from various sects. As the chief disciples of Master, you and I should attend."
Guo Ni stood up with a sigh, turned his back and took a deep breath. She was becoming more and more intolerable, and she had to suppress her inner impulse to put on that ridiculous face, day after day.
Perhaps as that day approached, she became increasingly unable to suppress her emotions. Maybe she really put those things and that person aside as the envoy said, but she really couldn't let go of him.
Maybe this was love without reason, which made her suffer so much that even the great cause of the sect wanted to be put aside for the time being, and she wanted to spend more time with him, even if it was just for a moment longer.
Qingzhuo Lianji felt that she was really crazy. She was born in the devil's path and killed countless people, but she actually fell in love with a righteous monk. It is simply a joke that defies the disdain of the world.
It's also time for her to wake up... and do what needs to be done.
"Let's go." Guo Ni turned around and said with a bright smile: "Elder brother."
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On the other side, Ningxia is also facing a very bad situation.
Ning Xia glanced at the sword and turned it over again... Okay, that's for sure.
How many other people are having problems in this place?
After sitting down at the table, Ningxia discovered that the head of the Chonghuan Sword that had been pushed back had quietly popped up again for some reason, and she couldn't press it in no matter how hard she pressed it. Press it in and it will come out again. Press it in for a while and it will slide out a little.
Ningxia was confused by the strange behavior of Zhonghuan Jian, and she didn't know what was wrong.
"Xiao Xia, what's wrong?" Ning Xia sat behind Lin Pingzhen, and her repeated movements were quickly noticed by Lin Pingzhen.
"..." What should she say. Could it be that there is something wrong with her sword, why can't it be sheathed? Somewhat unspeakable.
Lin Pingzhen was quite dumbfounded: "Maybe there are many swordsman masters hiding here, and your sword was stimulated, so you can't hold it in. It may be a little excited. This is normal, don't worry."
Um? And this thing? Ningxia has never practiced sword cultivation, and her knowledge of sword cultivation is limited to some random things in her past life. She had never heard of this statement.
Is it excited?
"Xiao Xia has just started cultivating the spirit sword, right? Maybe you can't communicate with it for the time being, but it will get better in the future. As your cultivation progresses, it will become more and more aware of your thoughts, and this kind of thing will never happen again. situation."
"The fairy sword has a spirit and is psychic. Did it help you resist that attack just now? It's a good thing that your sword reacted quickly, otherwise both you and Junior Nephew Wang would suffer."
"This sword has extraordinary spirituality and excellent material. It is a rare fairy sword. Xiaoxia, it is a good thing for you to get this sword to practice with. You must treat it well, it likes you very much."
As if echoing Lin Pingzhen's statement, the Chonghuan Sword was unsheathed a few inches more, and a few rays of cold light flashed across the blade, like gold and jade soaked in a cold spring, moist and lustrous.
"What a sword!" Lin Pingzhen couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the material of the Chonghuan Sword more clearly. I just took a brief look at it and felt that this sword was rare. Now I take a closer look at its appearance. Even though Lin Ping was really well-informed, he couldn't help but admire where his little sister got such a good sword.
"Do you have a name?" Usually only Jindan monks would name their fairy swords. Ningxia just built the foundation and just cultivated the fairy sword. Normally, he would not be able to name the fairy sword. But for some reason, Lin Ping really felt that this Ningxia sword should have a name.
"Chong Huan. His name is Chong Huan." Ning Xia lowered her head and gently inserted the sword blade between her fingers. The smooth sword surface seemed to reflect the soft eyes in the memory.
Scared——
Ning Xia's heart stopped for a moment.
