Junior sister is difficult to raise

Chapter 34
Wan Qingliang looked at him suspiciously: "Don't you have Pitian?"

"Do you know how to fly?" Gu Qingyu asked coolly.

Wan Qingliang's face was a little dark, this guy knew she couldn't fly and asked, didn't this mean stepping on her sore feet?
"I don't want your help if I have the cultivation base of the cave." Wan Qingliang was a little aggrieved.

"It's a pity that you are only in the Yuan Realm now." Gu Qingyu lightly made up the knife.

Wan Qing was so angry that she wanted to bite him: "What do you want my Pi Tian to do?"

"Can you use Pitian?" Seeing her angry look, Gu Qingyu couldn't help but smile, and the suffocation in his heart got better.

This is undoubtedly another stab at Wan Qingliang's fragile little heart.

Wan Qingliang was furious, wiped the bracelet on her wrist with her hand, pulled out Pitian, and slashed down on his forehead with lightning speed.

Gu Qingyu didn't dodge or dodge, and smiled with his hands behind his back.

Wan Qingliang was shocked, and when she was about to slash on his forehead, at the very moment, she flipped her wrist, and the thunderous sword slashed obliquely against his temples, and slashed to the ground. The jade fragments were scattered in all directions, the clouds were stirred up, and scattered in all directions, and a hideous sword mark appeared on the ground of the square paved with white jade.

Wanqing glanced at him with lingering fear.

If she reacts a little slower, his big head will be cut in half by her like a watermelon.

After the palpitations, there was an unspeakable anger: "Gu Yaolian, why are you so nervous, why don't you hide?"

It was precisely because his strength was tens of thousands of times stronger than hers that she dared to hit him hard regardless. Anyway, she couldn't hurt him at all.

but now……

Even though she narrowly avoided it just now, she was still afraid for a while, her hands and feet were weak, and she could hardly hold her sword.

"Didn't you also not hurt me?" Gu Qingcheng laughed instead of anger.

The little girl's swordsmanship is very good, and her reaction is quick, but it's a pity that she uses a divine sword that can surpass the sky as an ordinary sword, which is really a waste of nature.

Wan Qing was speechless in anger, wishing to crush his smiling face flat.

With a movement of Gu Qingyu's hand, the Pitian held in Wan Qingliang's hand somehow fell into his hands.

Gu Qingyu glanced left and right: "Ah Qing, haven't you awakened the sword spirit? You didn't even activate the sword edge."

Wan Qingliang severely suppressed her anger, and told herself that next time she would never deflect the sword and directly cut him in half.

"Are you out of your mind? Only swords that have been aged or have been refined perfectly can produce sword spirits. How can there be sword spirits in this broken sword that has only been born for ten years." Wan Qingliang was annoyed.

It would take at least thousands of years for the sword to produce a sword spirit, or it would have to be sacrificed by a god. She saw her master forging these two swords with her own eyes, and the master did not use her mountain of spirit beasts to sacrifice the sword.

Broken sword!

Gu Qingyu's expression was a little strange, and he glanced calmly at the depths of the cloud-shrouded sea of ​​clouds.

In order to prevent Gu Qingyu from making troubles in the dark, the master has been following secretly with the invisibility tactic. Hearing Wan Qingliang comment on the saber he painstakingly refined at this moment, he almost fell from the cloud.

Gu Qingyu returned the sword to Wan Qingliang, then pulled out her own Pitian and handed it to Wan Qingliang: "Look at this one."

Wan Qingliang glanced at him suspiciously, stretched out her hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

A strange feeling hit her heart, Wan Qingliang felt that what she was holding was not a lifeless sword, but a living thing, she could even feel its pulse, its subtle mood changes.

This is a divine sword, and the sword spirit is also very powerful!

Wan Qingliang let go of her hand, and there was a little envy on her small face, she really wanted a divine sword with a sword spirit, so that she would not have such a hard life.

Master and his elders are also too biased!

Wan Qingliang said the words without knowing it.

The master in the sea of ​​clouds felt that he was very innocent.He forged two swords that were almost identical, and she was the one who recklessly blamed him for being biased. What's wrong with this world?
"Ah Qing, you take three drops of blood and drip it on the sword." Gu Qingyu withdrew his Bitian, stopped talking, and immediately explained the method of awakening the sword spirit.

For the sword spirit to recognize its master, the sword bearer must sacrifice the sword with blood.

Wan Qingliang looked at the unpretentious pitch-black long sword, but still had some doubts: "Is there really a sword spirit?"

"If you can't summon the sword spirit, you should just give the sword a sharp edge." Gu Qingyu said it very easily.

There is a sword spirit in Pitian, there is no doubt about it.He was just curious about the shape of the sword spirit in Wanqingliang's Pitianli.

Moreover, it was destined for her to leave Xiaoyao Palace, and if she awakened the sword spirit, she would also have a certain ability to protect herself in this sinister primordial world.

Wan Qingliang glanced at him like an idiot.When Pitian came out of the furnace, it was already fixed. The blade had no edge or front. No matter how you sharpened it, it was a blunt sword. If it was not infused with spiritual power, it would not even be able to cut a carrot. She can't even sharpen it.If it hadn't been for the fact that Master had spent three full months refining the sword, and she didn't want to disappoint Master's painstaking efforts, otherwise she would have thrown it away long ago.

Although Wan Qingliang felt that there was little hope, but with the mentality of giving it a try, she condensed her breath into a needle and hesitated.

She knows medical skills, and she is not lenient at all when stabbing others, but if she really wants to stab herself, she really has a hard time doing it.

Sadly, she is also afraid of pain.

Gu Qingyu had no choice but to grab her hand, and with a flick of her sleeve, Wan Qingliang felt a slight pain in her fingertips, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Wan Qingliang took a look, a round blood spot slowly appeared on the tip of the middle finger, like a coral bead, not only did not have the sweet smell of ordinary blood, but also had a faint and strange aroma, a bit like epiphyllum, and a bit like mandala Luo, there is a hint of clarity in the ghost.

Gu Qingyu's expression moved slightly.

God's blood!
Gu Qingyu was stunned for a moment, but the accident had already happened.

When Wan Qingliang's bloody fingers touched the blade of the Pitian Sword, it was like being bitten by something.

Wan Qingliang felt the pain, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but unexpectedly, her palm grasped the blade of the sword uncontrollably, and the bladeless sword, which could not even cut carrots, easily cut the flesh in her palm , blood gushed out wildly, and went down the sword, but not a drop of blood fell on the ground of the sword, as if something inside the Pitian sword was sucking her blood.

Waves of multicolored light came out from the sword, and Wan Qingliang felt the cold sword become hot, as if holding a red-hot iron, it was going to roast her palm, she almost smelled the palm of her hand. There was a burnt smell.

Wan Qingliang felt that the blood in her whole body was draining rapidly, and she didn't feel a little panicked!
Damn it, what kind of broken sword is this!She won't be drained of blood by this broken sword and turn into a mummy, right?

The multicolored light on the sword became more and more intense, almost covering Wan Qingliang's figure, Gu Qingyu was also taken aback, and hurriedly shot to stop it.

(End of this chapter)