Huo Mian left with his sword. Ruan Jing looked Wei Shiqi up and down, as if meeting him for the first time, and sighed: "He is also right and wrong, and this is right and wrong. Whoever has the sharpest sword will be justified. This is true. Okay, did you come up with it?"
The person who was praised was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "Well, there is a saying in the mountains that a hard fist is reasonable. When I was a child, I argued with my father, and he taught me this. By the way, that Senior Brother Huo, behind the scenes anyone there?"
"You want to touch him?"
Wei Shiqi quickly denied, "No, I don't have such a plan, but people can't forget their roots. Senior Brother Huo... is too careful. I have to deal with it for the Immortal Capital."
"This time Huo Mian dealt with the Xiandu Sect, he had the support of the Five Elements Sect and Qin Zijie behind him. Among the seven side sects, the Pingyuan Sect has always been on good terms with the Five Elements Sect, and the heads of the Xuantong Sect and Yuxu Sect were from the Five Elements Sect. Qin Zijie plans to expel Xi Huzi and let Huo Mian take charge of the Xiandu, and then branch out to seven factions. If you can help Xi Huzi hold the position of head, you will be worthy of the Xiandu. As for the rest, it is best not to get involved. "
Although he didn't say it explicitly, Wei Shiqi heard the implication in the words. He thought deeply that the sword discussion in Chixia Valley involved the game between direct descendants of Kunlun, and Ruan Jing hoped that he would cut off his relationship with Xiandu and stay out of the matter. He lamented that wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and Kunlun is no exception. Those dirty deeds of intrigue are not something he is qualified to participate in at his level.
Ruan Jing was lost in thought, suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, you can be regarded as a disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect now. You can't even catch Huo Mian's sword, but he is merciful and hasn't urged him yet. The Five Elements Sword Qi. It’s okay in normal times. If something big happens during a sword discussion, it will damage the reputation of the Sword Master Sect!”
Wei Shiqi was speechless. He activated the elixir fire to refine the Hidden Snow Sword and exhausted the true energy in his body. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so embarrassed.
"I saw you refining the Flying Sword yesterday, but you stopped before you reached perfection. What happened?"
"The true energy is insufficient and there is no way to survive!"
Ruan Jing nodded, "It turns out that the endurance is not good..."
Wei Shiqi was choked to the point of speechlessness. He opened his mouth several times to fight back, but suppressed it.
Ruan Jing flicked his fingers, and a thumb-sized pill flew into his palm. It was as bright red as a walnut.
"This is……"
"One pill of Qiankun Yiqi is worth your several months of hard training and enough to support you in refining your flying sword. The sword discussion in Chixia Valley is just for these few days, don't waste your time."
Wei Shiqi held it between his fingers, looked at it, threw the Qiankun Yiqi Pill into his mouth, and swallowed it straight down his neck. A wave of heat erupted like a flash flood, sweeping through his body in an instant. He felt like an expanding balloon that would explode into pieces at any time.
The vitality rushes through the meridians, rushes into the acupoints, and condenses into essence liquid. The demon pill is like the dried earth, nourished by the essence liquid, and begins to feed back the true essence. Wei Shiqi groaned, activated the demon pill, and sprayed out a wisp of pill fire from his mouth and nose, as thick as his little finger, and the speed of refining the flying sword suddenly accelerated several times.
Ruan Jing saw that he was concentrating on refining the flying sword, so he stepped lightly and quietly stepped aside. His eyes flickered, looking at the towering Liushi Peak in the northwest.
Her biological father is Yue Shuo, the younger brother of Kunlun master Ziyang Taoist, and her biological mother is Ruan Qing, who was born in the ancient demon clan. After the two got acquainted, Ruan Qing did not hesitate to abandon the demon clan and follow her wholeheartedly. They returned to Shifeng to live in seclusion, and A daughter was born, named Jing after her mother's surname.
Not long after Ruan Jing was born, Kunlun suffered a catastrophe. The Demon Suppression Tower was in disrepair for a long time, the demon refining pool was about to dry up, and the demons were ready to take action. In order to preserve the inheritance of Kunlun, Yue Shuo and Ruan Qing resolutely threw themselves into the Demon Suppression Tower. come out.
The two left their infant daughter behind and entrusted it to their senior brother before leaving. Taoist Ziyang pursued the supreme swordsmanship all his life and was not fettered by the world. He only felt indebted to his junior brother, so he made an exception and accepted her as his disciple, passing on Qingming. tactic.
Ruan Jing lived up to Taoist Ziyang's expectations. After mastering the sword technique, she kept the Demon Suppression Tower safe for twenty years and became the youngest elder in Kunlun.
The Demon Suppression Tower can be defended for a while, but cannot be defended for a lifetime. Taoist Ziyang stepped up his plans and ordered Ruan Jing to trap human-monster hybrids with awakened bloodlines to cope with the coming great changes in the world.
Together with Wei Shiqi, Ruan Jing introduced a total of three people to the Kunlun sect in the name of accepting disciples on behalf of his father. The two senior brothers who started the apprenticeship before Wei Shiqi, one has the blood of Chilong and the other has the blood of the blue bird.
Although Ruan Jing acted in accordance with her master's instructions, she did not know the intention of Taoist Ziyang in making such an arrangement.
She lowered her head and thought quietly, and looked up at the clouds on the horizon. The time was quiet, and the day passed in the blink of an eye. Ruan Jing put away her thoughts and looked back at Wei Shiqi. He had already perfected the flying sword.
At first glance, there is nothing unusual about the Hidden Snow Sword, except that its weight has been reduced. The small amount of impurities that originally remained were washed away by the elixir fire, and the flying sword became purer, more consistent, and sharper. Even Wei Shiqi was surprised. Feeling faintly afraid.
Ruan Jing took the flying sword from his hand, waved it casually, and the tip of the sword pierced the palm of her hand. The bright red blood droplets were sucked into the Hidden Snow Sword, like water seeping into the dry desert, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Don't move, just for a little while!"
The wound on the palm gradually solidified, and blood no longer seeped out. Ruan Jing muttered: "It doesn't seem to be big enough. Let's use the other hand!"
Wei Shiqi stretched out his left hand and asked carefully: "How much blood do I need to suck?"
"I can't say for sure, it varies from person to person, but don't worry, I won't suck you dry!" Ruan Jing joked and pierced the tip of the sword into his palm again.
The Hidden Snow Sword absorbed enough essence and blood, and its whole body was covered with a layer of faint blood light, gradually disappearing into the sword. Ruan Jing put away the sword and said with satisfaction: "It's done, try your natal flying sword!"
