Zhang Ziyu announced his identity and said, "I want to make a deal with you."
Dugu Jian didn't show the slightest surprise. His face was as usual, his old face was slightly pale, the battle just now had taken a heavy toll on him.
"What deal?"
"The sword technique of the Holy Spirit is not only Sword Twenty-Two, but also Sword Twenty-Three."
Dugujian's eyes narrowed and he stared at Zhang Ziyu: "Tell me."
"Sword Twenty-Three involves the spirit and even the soul. There are ruthless Sword Twenty-Three and the most passionate Sword Twenty-Three. However, your current body cannot understand any of them because you cannot support it."
Zhang Ziyu pointed out Dugujian's physical condition and made the matter clear. Dugujian's face also darkened and he said in a deep voice: "Can your deal help me?"
"Blood Bodhi heals injuries, and Purple Blood Body Strengthening Pill increases physical strength. The combination of the two can make up for your physical deficiencies."
"What do you want?"
"The Holy Spirit Sword Technique, the Unparalleled Sword, and the Twenty-Three Swords you enlightened."
"It's less, and the enlightenment of sword moves doesn't happen overnight. Can you wait?"
Dugu Jian looked into Zhang Ziyu's eyes. A wise man would be calmer in a ruthless state. What Zhang Ziyu gave him was indeed precious.
But the Holy Spirit Sword Technique is one of the top techniques in Fengyun World, especially after acquiring Sword Twenty-Three.
Dugu Jian himself doesn't know how strong the unborn Sword Twenty-Three is yet, but just coming back here after getting the Heavenly Sword Sword Intent from Zhang Ziyu proves that this Sword Twenty-Three will not be simple in the future.
Not to mention, the Wushuang Sword is a valuable treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation in Wushuang City. It is of great significance and has never been sold by the ancestors.
Zhang Ziyu is not upset either. Bargaining is a normal thing when discussing business.
"Do you still remember Miyamoto Seoling?"
He suddenly asked, and Dugu Jian across from him was stunned for a long time. He still said in that indifferent tone for a long time: "Is she that Japanese woman? She is good at swordsmanship. I remember that I created this holy swordsmanship with her."
Seeing his appearance, Zhang Ziyu sighed secretly, some of the poisons in this stormy world are comparable to the pen of a screenwriter, the kind of people who like to do whatever they want.
It's not that Dugu Jian forgot Miyamoto Seoling, he remembered it clearly and remembered every little thing, but he didn't have the slightest emotion.
That appearance was as sparse and ordinary as drinking water or eating a meal, without any emotional ups and downs.
"I can try to undo the poison of seven lifetimes of ruthlessness in your body. Once your love comes back, your swordsmanship will improve by leaps and bounds again. By then, it will be a piece of cake to realize the Twenty-Three Swordsmen."
Zhang Ziyu was confident about this, and it was expected.
As long as Dugu Jian can break away from the seven generations of ruthless blockade on his emotions, and after so many years of events, his emotions will quickly respond, then for a master swordsman like Dugu Jian, enlightenment will be just around the corner.
"Yes, as long as you can pursue a higher level of swordsmanship, everything is up to you."
When it comes to progress in swordsmanship, Dugu Jian rarely refuses, at least not now, because the sword is his life.
Dugu Jian didn't object, so the matter was half done. As long as Zhang Ziyu dispelled the poison of Seventh Life, everything would be fine.
"You first take the Blood Bodhi, and then use the Purple Gall Body Strengthening Pill to improve your physical fitness. After three days, we will start trying to cure the disease."
"good"
Both of them are very direct in doing things. After all, Dugujian is in a state of indifference and it is impossible for him to interact too much.
For three days in a row, Dugu Jiu took the Blood Bodhi and Purple Gall Body Strengthening Pills as requested by Zhang Ziyu.
I only took one pill of Blood Bodhi, but I consumed more than half of the bottle of Purple Gall Strengthening Pill in just three days, which is equivalent to two pills a day.
Everything is going well for the Sword Master, and his withered face has gradually recovered a bit. Although he still looks like an old man, his face is no longer full of life and death.
Dugujian was ready, but Zhang Ziyu was in trouble. He boasted of his good medical skills, but this Seventh Life Wuqing was a bit difficult to deal with.
The medicinal properties of this substance are not only good for the body, but also seem to have a great impact on the emotions.
In addition, after taking it for so many years, it has long been integrated into every part of the Juggernaut's body, completely integrated and difficult to recognize.
Not to mention detoxification, even finding it would be embarrassing.
"Trouble, it seems I can only give it a try."
Zhang Ziyu came to Dugujian and put out two bottles of things in front of him. He said: "The Fuling potion in the left hand can increase luck. The one in the right hand is an antidote. It can cure a lot of poisons. Let's try it first and see if it works.
If detoxification doesn't work, I'll give you an expensive solution."
Black technology requires breakthroughs in black technology. The Seventh Generation is so ruthless, so don’t blame Zhang Ziyu for coming up with such a weird trick.
"good"
Dugujian didn't hesitate at all. He first picked up the Fuling Potion and drank it in one gulp, then picked up the antidote and drank it completely.
After the two kinds of magic medicine entered the body, it didn't take long for Dugu Jian's face to change, sometimes indifferent, sometimes painful.
"Xueling..."
Miyamoto Xueling's name appeared in Dugu Jian's painful murmur, and Zhang Ziyu looked happy, which seemed to be a success...
Before he had time to be happy, Dugu Jian's face began to calm down gradually, and he adopted a calm demeanor again.
"Miyamoto Seoling, it seems that your method failed."
Dugu Jian once again read Miyamoto Xueling's name, but this time it was very cold, as if he was talking about a sword or a stool, and he didn't care.
He didn't have amnesia, he remembered what happened just now, but he lacked emotional understanding.
Zhang Ziyu: Gan!
If you can’t win with cheaper black technology, then you can only get something more expensive.
Zhang Ziyu said: "Don't worry, there are expensive ones. Put on this armor."
He took out the finished Dragon Snake Breastplate from the Monster Ranch and placed it in front of Dugu Jian.
"What is this?"
He knew about armor, but he had never heard of armor that could cure diseases in so many years.
"You'll know when you put it on."
Dugu Jian reached out to pick up the Dragon Snake Armor. As soon as he reached out, he suddenly felt a warm current slowly begin to enter from his hand.
"The thing can identify its owner by dripping blood. It hides in the body and has strong defense. Few people in the martial arts here can break it."
Dugu Jian nodded, then dripped blood on it.
As Dugu Jian dripped blood, Zhang Ziyu also concentrated on watching the changes in Dugu Jian.
Dragon Snake Armor has 40 points of poison resistance. Whether it can be achieved depends on this wave.
Dugu Jian's expression became very painful and his face turned pale. Under the suppression of toxin resistance, Dugu Jian soon showed an unusual side.
"Xue Ling...it's all my fault, I'm sorry for you!"
Miyamoto Seoling's name kept appearing in the murmurs, and Dugu Jian's feelings seemed to be returning quickly.
Emotionally aroused, the sword energy in Dugu Jian's body unexpectedly lost control and began to scatter, destroying the sword house until the grass became erratic.
"Buzz"
Invisible vibrations sounded, and Zhang Ziyu suddenly felt that the surrounding space was blocked. With a thought in his mind, the spiritual power of the sea of consciousness surged out, and the sword world was broken immediately. When he looked at Dugu Jian again, he had already left the pain.
He came out with tears in his eyes.
When Zhang Ziyu saw this scene, he knew that the matter was done. The toxin resistance was indeed effective.
"Thank you sir for curing me Qisheng Qingwu. I will give Sword Twenty-Three to you now."