"Brother Qian, who is this Ji Lingxuan? She can forcefully change the rules. She must have a great background, right?"
"Hehe, in this trial place, besides Junior Sister Ji, there are many people with good backgrounds, but they all hide their strength and identity and are dormant."
Along the way, Qian Siming saw Wang Xuan's brows furrowed, as if he was asking something but not asking, but in the end he couldn't hold back and asked anyway.
He smiled and did not answer directly, but said something profound.
"Why is this? Junior Sister Ji? That's not how Brother Qian was called just now?"
"Hahaha, after you enter this outer sect, you will understand that Junior Sister Ji is the person that Wanjian Sect cannot offend the most, so when in person, just try to make her happy."
He had originally guessed that Ji Lingxuan had a monstrous background, but now that Qian Siming said this, he was even more sure of his guess.
"Brother Wang, within the Wanjian Sect, my status as the son of the Qian family is really insignificant, so this sword-drawing technique..."
Although the words were not finished, Wang Xuan understood what Qian Siming meant. The other party still refused to give up, and at the same time, he also had a vague intention of hugging each other for warmth.
"Haha, I understand what Brother Qian means. How about we talk about this after we enter the sect?"
The assessment has not yet ended, but Wang Xuan is still confident that he can enter the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
"Okay, I hope Brother Wang can consider it carefully. After all, you have already learned the swordsmanship. There is no benefit in keeping it in your hand. Why don't you take it out and I will give Brother Wang some compensation. Believe me, if you really don't care about anything,
,Brother Wang, you will never be able to please me."
Wang Xuan did not answer Qian Siming's words.
Soft yet hard, indicating that victory is inevitable.
Regarding this, he also had some thoughts in his mind, so he first entered the sect to see the situation.
Compared with before, Wang Xuan did not refuse directly, which made Qian Siming feel that the other party was wavering, so he did not blindly press forward step by step.
Just because the opponent can take the lead in comprehending the Deadwood Sword Technique to a small degree, this is enough to attract some people's attention.
"Master, the person you want to chase is right in front, but..."
"But what? Don't hesitate, just say what you have to say."
"Well, young master, you'd better go and see for yourself. Well, be careful."
The words of his men made Qian Siming feel a little vigilant in his heart.
"Brother Wang, let's go and have a look!"
With a greeting, Qian Siming stepped forward first.
This is a low-lying land, surrounded by the corpses of various spiritual beasts, including many human corpses.
The blood flowing out of the corpses poured into the low-lying areas, and then gradually formed a bloody pool.
In the middle of the pool, two figures were sitting cross-legged.
No, to be precise, it should be one person and one monkey.
When Wang Xuan and the others arrived, they found that they were practicing with their eyes closed.
This person is none other than Zhao Qixing.
I don’t know what method he used to subdue the monkey king. Yes, it was the monkey king who madly hated humans.
The blood is soaring to the sky and the evil spirit is thick.
If there were any timid guy here, he would probably faint immediately.
"You are here. I have been waiting for you for a long time. It is much later than I expected."
"Huh? You knew we were coming?"
"Without you, Wang Xuan, it's time to settle the debt between you and me. If I don't kill you, I'll really feel uneasy."
He scolded Qian Siming, and then pointed the finger directly at Wang Xuan.
"Yes, it's time to settle things. If you don't die, how can I explain to those who were tortured to death by you?"
"Hahaha, the weak prey on the strong. Those people are too weak, like ants. They were killed by me. I can't blame others."
Shaking his head, Zhao Qixing must be killed no matter what.
"Brother Qian, you..."
"Okay, okay, this time, I will be tired and deal with this beast. Don't let me betray my good intentions."
As if he knew what Wang Xuan was going to say, Qian Siming waved his hand, and then took the initiative to take over the task of dealing with the Monkey King in the early stage of the third level.
"But this monkey's strength is at the third level. You..."
"Haha, this is a treasure given by my grandfather. It seems that I have to use it now."
As he spoke, Qian Siming turned his left hand, and a jade ring appeared in his hand.
At first glance, it seems ordinary, but Qian Siming is extremely confident, so he must be extraordinary.
Zhao Qixing smiled coldly. After training, his strength has improved a lot. The cultivation that was cut off before was a waste of his foundation. Now it has been made up. It can be said that his strength has been improved to its peak state.
"Wang Xuan, you are really haunted. I didn't go to find you, but you came to die first. It's really sad."
"Zhao Qi
return."
"Hmph, if you are looking for death, you will be punished!"
At the beginning, Wang Xuan carved Zhao Qixing's limbs and cut off the source of the sin, so this has become an eternal pain in Zhao Qixing's heart, and he naturally hates him.
Now that he brought it up, Zhao Qixing immediately went berserk on the spot and took action with all his strength without even thinking about it.
Looking at the charging Zhao Qixing, Wang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart moved, and an inexplicable wave surged towards the sword body.
In an instant, the iron sword in his hand became warm, and the temperature gradually increased until it was a little hot to the touch.
"Drawing the Sword Technique!"
That's right, it's the sword drawing technique. Zhao Qixing must have been prepared for the dead wood sword technique before, so he decided to change it.
Along the way, Wang Xuan had been thinking about a question, that is, how to deal with Zhao Qixing.
Suddenly, he thought of one thing, that is, when Ye Qingqing was talking about his sword before, she expressed her feelings.
This iron sword seems to be her natural enemy, or the natural enemy of practicing this type of skill.
Just thinking of this, coupled with Zhao Qixing's usual performance, Wang Xuan felt confident.
The sword was slashed out smoothly, and a long sword mark appeared on Zhao Qixing's body.
The flesh and blood rolled and blood gushed out.
There was light smoke coming from the wound, as if there was some corrosive force preventing the wound from healing.
"Ah, what kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"
This kind of injury seemed to hurt Zhao Qixing very much, causing him to scream subconsciously and then asked.
"Haha, the swordsmanship that will kill you."
With a chuckle, he held the undrawn iron sword in his right hand and ran quickly towards Zhao Qixing.
In this fight, Zhao Qixing was completely at a disadvantage, mainly because the blessed iron sword had too much damage.
After dozens of moves, the two stood facing each other.
The scarred Zhao Qixing looked extremely ugly, but his eyes were full of teasing.
"Hmph, do you think you're sure of me? Then you underestimate me. What are you waiting for? Why don't you take action?"