Ning Xia had already retreated to the back to enjoy the scenery, and she finally felt better after seeing the domineering guy deflated.
She stroked her two swords, which were still a little restless, and thought about what kind of maintenance solution she should reward them with when she went back.
Unexpectedly, the guy who was scared to the ground just now hadn't learned his lesson yet, and even wanted to find someone to make up for when he was running away.
Of course she didn't dare to provoke Zhenjun Wuwei again, but she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but she chose to stay close to Ningxia when she left.
Ning Xia didn't retreat. She didn't think this guy dared to cause trouble in front of Xuantian Sword Sect members. Besides, if the other party dared to make a surprise attack again and get so close, the two swords that were already in a state of agitation would really be able to pierce him.
For the sake of everyone, Ningxia suppressed the two swords without leaving any trace, but in the eyes of others, she was just normally on guard. After all, the Xuantian Sword Sect disciples who came along the way were all in such a state of drawing their swords, no one could believe a guy who attacked people for no reason.
Ningxia frowned. This guy suddenly stopped a few steps away from her. What did he want to do? Li Chuan was not far from her.
"You're smart, your sword-" The other party snorted, with an uncomfortable contempt.
Ning Xia glanced at the other person and said nothing, because she really felt that she had nothing to say to a person who was obviously not clear-headed.
Why are you doing this with someone's junior again? Don’t you think you’ve lost enough face? He Xuan cursed secretly.
"But this makes him less than a little bit warmer. Little thing, you are really beautiful in this move. At the end, it is so beautiful that it is hidden behind, which makes people forget who caused this commotion in the first place. Yes." The young monk said with a smile, but his originally pretty eyes were tinged with a hint of ferocity.
"But you were the one who made the move first." Ning Xia said expressionlessly. The other party said this just because he was reaping the consequences. Don't make it sound like she was playing a conspiracy. Chun Chun was dragged into his mess, and she didn't say anything yet.
"Sharp teeth and sharp tongue, but poor aptitude." He sneered: "It would be a pity if such a high-grade spiritual sword follows you."
He glanced at Wuwei in the distance and said provocatively: "Overkill is the beginning of disaster. If I were you, I would find a backer for myself as soon as possible, otherwise -" He sneered: "It's not like there are people following you every day. I’ll protect you from behind.”
"No matter how good the baby is, it all depends on whether you can protect it!" This time he didn't hide it anymore and looked straight at the two swords pressed behind Ning Xia, his eyes full of madness and darkness.
Ningxia has always believed that she can't see but not hear. As long as the other party doesn't stir up trouble, she will just ignore it. The main focus is a Buddhist style.
This is not because she is afraid of trouble, but because she has been almost stressed out by all kinds of troubles and troubles over the years. Therefore, in line with the principle that more things are worse than less things, she usually ignores those guys who go crazy unilaterally and responds with the most indifferent attitude.
But don't think that she didn't see this... Just say it, her eyes were clearly shining with greed, and it was clear that she was thinking of having the opportunity to seize her sword in the future. What he said was more than just a threat.
Ningxia has no doubt that if he is really given a chance in the future, the other party will definitely take action to snatch the Second World Sword.
Ruzhang was the guardian sword given to her by Lord Yuan Hengdao. The Chonghuan Sword is more than just a sword for Ningxia, it is a past that she cannot forget. Over the years, we have been together day and night, and there is no one closer than him.
Treasures can be found again when the opportunity is gone. Although Ningxia is a bit unlucky, she has never lacked these in her spiritual life, and even many treasures are about to "die" in her small dark room. Those who have played a little role in her life often have pasts and stories that she has never forgotten.
But - she will fight whoever touches her sword.
This disgusting guy still wants to steal the sword? !
All of Huo Yun's talents are probably focused on cultivation and fighting for power. Sometimes, he doesn't have any brains at all, or it should be said that he doesn't want to restrain himself at all.
Having suffered a loss at the hands of Zhenjun Wuwei and lost a lot of face, he knew rationally that he should retreat immediately at this moment and not become a talking point in others' mouths again, but he just couldn't accept it.
Why? This sword cultivator, who is dressed worse than his servants, a group of remnants of the old sect who cling to yesterday's sunset, and even a golden elixir cultivator who looks stupid at first glance, can now despise him?
Huo Yun felt a surge of anger rising in his chest. All the resentment and anger accumulated in Wanjia's cultivation line over the years could not be restrained and poured out. All the malice was naturally directed at the person in front of him.
He couldn't tell what was going on in his mind, he just felt that the soft guy in front of him, with eyes that were out of touch with the world, was very annoying, and he couldn't help but want to take action again. He didn't care whether Wuwei would take action to deal with him. The young man felt that a string in his mind suddenly burst, and the existence called reason completely left him.
He also didn't know how his actions, which were just for show at first, actually had the meaning of being serious.
But someone intercepted him first, not Wuwei, not even Lord Cuiwei, but Ningxia herself.
He Qing looked at his palm blankly. Not long ago, he gently put his hand on Ning Xia's shoulder. However, there is still a burning breath in the palm at this moment. It is an unprecedented and terrifying experience. The stinging feeling that seems to penetrate the skin and burn into the soul in the body is spread all over the skin. The intact palm is inexplicably swollen. Pain.
what is that?
He subconsciously looked at the girl who was looking sideways, and saw that her clear eyes were igniting with a burning golden-red fire at this moment. The bursting moment was so gorgeous that people couldn't take their eyes away, but it disappeared in an instant and disappeared in that moment. In the clear pool, the aloof divinity faded away, revealing the emotions that humans should have.
Ning Xia didn't know that she accidentally hurt her friend with her explosion. Fortunately, the real spirit fire knew who its real enemy was and didn't make any real move. It just used the remaining heat of the flame to roast the edge. But He Qing was so close to her at that time, and after Ning Xia triggered her aggressive intentions, she inevitably had a rejection reaction towards the individuals around her.
No one at the scene could even see it clearly. They only saw a subtle flash of fire passing by. Huo Yun, who had originally wanted to attack, stiffened as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. He was forced to take a big step back. He clutched his chest, and pain overflowed unconsciously from his throat. neighing sound.
But Ning Xia, who was not far away, clearly didn't move. The two swords were still in their scabbards and looked very obedient. She never even raised her hands... So who moved her hands?
Ning Xia suddenly withdrew her consciousness, looked coldly at the man in front of her who was silently being tortured by the true spirit flames in her body, and sneered: "The person who asked me for a sword before was stronger and much crazier than you, but now I actually I’m still here to talk to you, so why do you think it’s so?”
