Bai Xue said with a smile: "Master is so kind to Xue'er."
Time was precious, Long Chen was afraid that Bai Xue would ask for something again, so he immediately returned to the yard in the dark.
Climbing into the room through the window, Master Ziyun and Master Miaoyin were still practicing.
Danger is coming, and no one wants to sleep.
Long Chen opened the cabinet and took out Shi Potian's holy sword.
After the last inspection, Long Chen killed an elder to protest. No one dared to run wild in the yard anymore. Things were kept safe here.
After taking apart the outer iron piece, Long Chen put on his gloves, picked up the dagger, and carefully divided the holy sword into five pieces.
This is Long Chen's biggest reliance. Wood and stone hairpins restrain the people here.
After cutting off a section, Long Chen dug out a groove at the handle, then carefully cracked the stone hairpin and stuffed it into it.
When the wood and stone hairpin merged into one, Long Chen felt the aura of danger, just like an ordinary person seeing a sharp blade, feeling fear from his heart.
Long Chen sighed secretly in his heart: Even if I leave here, I have become neither human nor ghost.
After arriving at Shengxue Peak, after eating the meat here, my heartbeat almost stopped. My body had changed and I was no longer a normal person.
How should I face my body when I return to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty?
Can I still see the light? If the sun shines on me, will I be burned to death?
Is there any way to remove this corpse poison?
"What's in your hand?"
Master Ziyun also felt the danger and asked immediately.
The owner of Miaoyin also stopped and looked at Long Chen's position.
The Ye Mingzhu was put away, and the room was dark. They couldn't see it, but they could clearly feel the presence of the wooden sword.
Long Chen said: "I am making weapons, weapons specifically aimed at them."
Long Chen wrapped the finished dagger in cloth and said, "This thing can kill them. You must wear gloves and you cannot touch it."
Master Ziyun took the dagger and felt that the cloth was wrapped in a ball of fire that could devour him at any time.
Later, Long Chen carved a dagger for Master Miaoyin and wrapped it in cloth as well.
The remaining ones belong to Long Chen himself, Gan Xin, and Mo Lin.
"This thing can be of greatest use only in your hands. It would be a pity to leave it to us."
When Master Ziyun saw that Long Chen had broken the holy sword, she secretly felt sorry for him.
The weapon is stronger every inch longer. Long Chen divided the holy sword into five sections, and its power was greatly reduced.
Long Chen said: "We have to rush out together, there is nothing regrettable about it."
"This thing is temporarily stored with us. I won't tell Gan Xin and Mo Lin just yet, so as not to make them anxious."
"You guys should rest, I'll go to bed when I'm done."
Master Ziyun and Master Miaoyin hid the daggers, then embraced each other and fell asleep.
Long Chen finished the remaining three daggers and made the remaining wood into the shape of darts.
The quality of this wood is the same as stone, very hard. By the time it was finished, it was already dawn.
After breakfast, Long Chen and the others walked up the mountain.
When they arrived at the upper courtyard, Gan Xin and Mo Lin greeted each other with smiles. Master Ziyun and Master Miaoyin returned to the upper courtyard to practice.
Long Chen continued to walk up and reached the courtyard of the Zuo Guardian.
"Good morning, Lord Protector."
Long Chen greeted him with a smile, but Protector Zuo remained cold and cold and turned around to enter the small room and open the door.
The secret room was opened, and Long Chen did not go in immediately, but asked: "I heard that the initiation ceremony will be held in two days. What level will I be then?"
Protector Zuo glanced at it and said coldly: "The initiation ceremony has nothing to do with you, you don't need to participate."
This was what Long Chen expected. His blood was prepared for the sect master, so it was normal that he didn't need to bleed with others.
"Ah? I'm not going to participate? Isn't that bad? If you do something special anytime, you will be hated by others."
Long Chen pretended to have a proud look on his face, making Guardian Zuo think that Long Chen was very happy.
Protector Zuo said coldly: "Go in and practice!"
Long Chen did not go in, but continued to ask: "Then will Protector Zuo participate?"
Protector Zuo said impatiently: "You ask too many questions, go in!"
Long Chen entered the secret room with a bored look on his face, the stone door suddenly fell, and Long Chen immediately sat down to practice.
When you sharpen your gun in battle, it will be bright even if it is not bright.
There are only two days left, Long Chen must hurry up and practice, every extra point of cultivation is worth it.
Time passed quickly, and when the stone door opened, it was still bright outside.
Protector Zuo was standing outside. Judging from his eyes, he must be in a good mood.
Newcomers need to draw blood. Protector Zuo should be able to draw better blood. It may be Master Ziyun or Master Miaoyin.
Long Chen would not allow any of them.
"Master Protector seems to be in a good mood. Is there any happy event?"
Long Chen asked knowingly, but Protector Zuo ignored Long Chen and returned to the bedroom happily.
Watching Protector Zuo enter, Long Chen felt sick in his heart.
After leaving the courtyard and arriving at the upper courtyard, he ran into the leopard-print elder. Long Chen immediately saluted and said hello.
"I met the elder."
The leopard pattern elder glanced at Long Chen and walked straight past him, ignoring Long Chen at all.
In the eyes of Elder Leopard Pattern, Long Chen was even inferior to Ziyun, Ganxin and the others.
After Master Ziyun and the others were drained of their blood, if they recovered well, they might become White-faced disciples or even elders.
Long Chen is different. Long Chen can only be the blood slave of the sect master, just like Long Weiyang.
It's just that Long Chen, a blood slave, is more valuable and cannot be beaten or touched.
Long Chen secretly laughed in his heart and walked to the intersection of the upper courtyard.
Jiang Wu at the door was laughing with others. He was about to join the Changsheng Sect. They were very happy.
After going through all kinds of hardships to reach Holy Snow Peak, and undergoing special training for more than half a year, I finally succeeded in cultivation.
Others were also very happy, and the whole crowd was full of joy.
The four masters, Ziyun and Tai mingled in the crowd and forced themselves to smile.
Seeing Long Chen coming down, the four of them followed Long Chen back to the courtyard.
After entering the room and waiting for the black-faced servant to bring the meat, Long Chen closed the door, took out two daggers and placed them on the table.
"This is a short sword made of sacred wood and magic stone, specially designed to restrain the people of the Changsheng Sect."
"When you use it yourself, you must also wear gloves. You are not allowed to touch it, and you are not allowed to hurt yourself."
Long Chen made it very clear, but Gan Xin and Mo Lin didn't quite believe it.
Because there is only a small wooden sword on the table. Is this thing specially designed to restrain the people of the Changsheng Sect?
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Gan Xin asked suspiciously.
Long Chen said: "You will know after you pick it up and try it."
Gan Xin really reached out to take it, but when he grabbed the wooden sword, he felt that he had grabbed a piece of soldering iron, which made Gan Xin scream in agony.
When I turned my palm over, it was already red with heat.
"It's so awesome, why is it so awesome!"
Gan Xing asked in horror.
Long Chen did not explain too much, but said: "Four hundred years ago, Wu Sheng led his generals to go deep into the barbarian grasslands and fought with the ghost tribe at that time."
"At that time, Shi Potian, Taizu of the Western Xia Dynasty, used this holy sword. Now I will divide it into five parts, one for each of us."
Mo Lin felt a little strange after hearing this and asked: "Wu Sheng fought with the ghost tribe? But... didn't you say that the sect leader is a descendant of Wu Sheng?"
Long Chen didn't tell them what happened four hundred years ago, so Mo Lin didn't know.
