flying sword

Chapter 10 The Disciple of Nine Ying
The old man nodded, his face was a little kind, and he could see that he was very satisfied with Xin Jiuli's words.

"If you have the heart, my two mid-level defensive charms are not in vain."

Xin Jiuli wanted to say something, but a young man walked outside the door.

The young man was dressed in a yellow robe, had red hair, and his face was full of arrogance. As soon as he entered the refining room, he stared at Xin Jiuli closely.

Xin Jiuli also noticed the gaze of the person who came, and quickly searched the memory in his mind, but there was no image of this person, but judging by the boy's attire, he should be a disciple of Jiu Ying's lineage!

"Zhu Yan, you're here."

The old man's voice sounded from the side.

The young man named Zhu Yan just turned around, and the arrogance on his face also subsided a lot.

"Uncle Liu, this disciple is here to fetch my magic weapon. I wonder if you have refined it yet?"

"Well, it's done."

A dazzling white light flashed again in the hand of the old man called Uncle Liu, and a two-meter-long blood-colored flag appeared in his hand.

Glancing at the things in his hand, this Uncle Liu couldn't help but touch his eyelids a few times, and his expression became serious: "Your ghost banner is too vicious, remember to use it carefully!"

"The disciple knows."

The young man respectfully stepped forward to take the flag from the old man's hand.

Xin Jiuli watched this scene quietly, but his heart was not at peace. As far as he knew, this ghost release was a magic weapon of Jiuying's lineage, which was famous for its viciousness.

The function of this thing is to collect those lonely souls without owners into the flags for cultivation, and finally summon them to fight against the enemy when fighting with others. It can be said to be a good treasure.

The only thing that is frightening is that there are five magic circles in this ghost banner, and each magic circle is a brutal and inhuman way.

Once the ghost is taken in, it will be subjected to various inhuman tortures, but this method can cultivate the most vicious!The most ruthless!The worst ghost ever.

However, it would cost a lot of money to refine this kind of banner, not only did it require a variety of precious materials, but its users were at great risk of being backlashed.

This person can get such a treasure at such a young age, Xin Jiuli couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Seeing that both of them got the things, Uncle Liu didn't seem to want to say anything more, so he waved his hands and said, "In that case, you two should go back."

Xin Jiuli and the others naturally did not dare to refute when they heard the words, and retreated to the door respectfully.

"Oh, by the way, if Nephew Jiuli is free in the future, you might as well come and sit with me."

The two people who were walking by the door stopped suddenly upon hearing this.

Xin Jiuli agreed softly, and continued to walk out.

But the young man named Zhu Yan remained motionless, his eyes fixed on Xin Jiuli's back.

"So you are Xin Jiuli who killed Junior Brother Wang!!!"

Scenes of the past came to mind, as if the brothers from the past were still lingering in front of them, Zhu Yan looked at Xin Jiuli more and more coldly.

A fierce evil spirit also broke out at this moment, approaching Xin Jiuli! ! !

At this moment, Master Uncle Liu in the qi refining room suddenly looked at this side, narrowing his eyes and muttering to himself: "It's so murderous, could it be that Xin Jiuli has a grudge against Zhu Yan?"

...

Xin Jiuli also felt the hostility behind him at this moment, and when he turned his head, he found that Zhu Yan was looking at him coldly, and he was stunned.

It seems that I have never provoked this boy, why does the other party see me like this? ? ?
Xin Jiuli, who didn't know why, planned to go up and ask, but at this time Zhu Yan walked over slowly, and stopped abruptly when passing by Xin Jiuli.

"You are Xin Jiuli?"

Zhu Yan's cold voice rang in his ears.

Xin Jiuli nodded without thinking about it.

"I don't know what advice my brother has..."

"very good!"

Zhu Yan interrupted Xin Jiuli, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still remember Wang Ming?"

"Wang Ming?"

Xin Jiuli paused, thinking of the boy who was killed by his flying sword, it seemed that he was also a disciple of Jiu Ying's lineage.

And the man in front of him obviously knew Wang Ming, and he seemed to have a good relationship with him! ! !
"I didn't mean to, when..."

"Hmph, you don't need to explain. Killing is killing. A mere swordsman dares to kill my disciple of Jiuying's lineage. You... are a little crazy!!!" Zhu Yan raised her right hand and held down Xin Jiuli shoulder, continued.

The boy's pat seemed easy, but the strength in his hands was surprisingly strong. In less than a breath, many beads of sweat rolled down Xin Jiuli's forehead, as if he was under some irresistible pressure.

Both legs were also slowly bent down by two points at this moment, and the height of the two was about the same, but Xin Jiuli bent his legs at this time, and he was actually a lot shorter than the other party.

"Humph~"

A muffled groan came from below, and Xin Jiuli's eyes turned red. The other party was obviously standing up for his junior brother, and an ordinary disciple shot at him, a senior brother of Feijian's lineage.

Even humiliation! ! !

Xin Jiuli was completely irritated, he gritted his teeth and said every word: "Wang Ming...the death is not worth it..."

"How dare you talk back!"

Zhu Yan's complexion changed, and the strength in his hands became stronger, and his face was already full of majesty.

But this time, Xin Jiuli had been prepared for a long time. With a shock, he abruptly stopped his falling momentum, and even faintly rose by a point.

"I said...Xin Jiuli! I won't be defeated by anyone again!!!"

"what?"

"The sky and the earth are boundless, and the sword rides the wind."

"Bang~"

What responded to Zhu Yan was a crisp sword blade. Before the boy could react, he found a cold light coming from the left side.

At this moment, the young man frowned, and let go of his right hand, his left hand also trembled at this moment, and the ghost banner immediately turned around in place.

There was a "bang" sound of sword clashing, and only then did I see the scene in the field.

I saw a bright flying sword hitting the Yinhun banner, but what is surprising is that although the flying sword was blocked by the Yinhun banner, its momentum did not decrease at all, and a faint wave still emerged on the tip of the sword. An air that never rests until it pierces what is in front of it.

"Good boy, you have kind!"

Zhu Yan squinted her eyes, and took a deep look at Xin Jiuli. At the same time, the ghost banner in her hand more than doubled in size in an instant, and with a violent shock, the flying sword was struck a distance of more than ten meters.

Zhu Yan, who had seen how powerful the flying sword was, didn't dare to wait any longer, and hurriedly left here.

But he was not convinced in his heart, if it wasn't for the fact that his ghost banner didn't have the power of ghost blessing, how could he lose to the disciples of Feijian's lineage...

After watching Zhu Yan disappear at the end of his sight, Xin Jiuli finally couldn't help but knelt down with a "plop", his hands trembling even more faintly.

"boom!"

His fist hit the ground.

"Strength again!"

(End of this chapter)