Ji Xin glanced at Li Ruolan's hand, shook her head and said, "This article is very cunning. I will definitely not give up."
Li Ruolan said: "Senior Brother Ji, how did you get into trouble with such a guy? The Sword Moon Sect is the top sect of the master."
There are five points in the world, and the great master is the most respected.
Among the five kingdoms, Daji is the weakest, followed by Da Zheng, then Da Li, then Da Qiu, and the strongest is Da Fu, the center of the world. In their view, the other four kingdoms are all backwaters.
Li Ruolan knew that the top sects of the great master were not four, but eight, and the Sword Moon Sect was one of them.
Ji Xindao: "A disciple of the Jianyue Sect came to our Dali and killed several people. How could our Guangming Holy Sect not take action? I was ordered to hunt him down, just like your situation this time. In the end, I got into trouble with this Wen Ting
road."
"Their swordsmanship is very strange." Li Ruolan frowned.
Darkness and fierceness are originally two extremes, but they coexist in the swordsmanship of the Jianyuezong, making people inexplicably uncomfortable. They often restrain themselves because of this discomfort, which invisibly enhances the power of the swordsmanship of the Jianyuezong.
Ji Xindao: "I have suffered from him before. His sword skills are insidious and his actions are cunning and cunning. Be extremely careful."
Li Ruolan nodded lightly: "Junior Brother Zhao, he hasn't left yet?"
Chu Li raised his voice and said: "If you don't leave if you're surnamed Wen, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Haha..." Wen Tingdao suddenly appeared, shook his head and said, "I never thought someone as ugly as you would shelter Ji Xin!"
Chu Li looked at him coldly.
Wen Tingdao smiled at Li Ruolan and said, "Little beauty, it's a pity that our fate has not come!"
Li Ruolan's beautiful face covered by white gauze was tense, and her charming bright eyes stared at him coldly without any emotion.
Wen Tingdao shook his head and sighed: "What a cruel little beauty!... Ji Xin, you are so promising, relying on little beauty, and ultimately relying on the help of little beauty's junior brother, I even blush for you!"
Ji Xin snorted coldly: "Wen, shut your stinky mouth!"
"Can you do it and not let others tell you?" Wen Tingdao laughed and said, "You are just a little better-looking. Apart from your good looks, you are far worse than your junior brother. If I were a woman, I would
I don’t like your silver-gun wax head, it’s just useless!”
Ji Xin's face was ashen and she snorted coldly: "You are no better than me!"
"I'm still better than you." Wen Tingdao said with a smile: "If it weren't for your junior brother here this time, your life would have fallen into my hands. You should really thank your junior brother.
Apart from not being as good as you in appearance, there is nothing your parents can do about it, they are young and have strong martial arts skills, so what can you compare with them!"
Chu Li frowned and said: "Wen Tingdao, don't waste your breath. I won't give you an opportunity to sow discord, so get out!"
This article is indeed sinister. It seems to be ordinary words, but every sentence is like a dagger stabbing Ji Xin's heart.
Normally, Ji Xin wouldn't take it to heart.
But in this situation, in front of Li Ruolan, he could not protect himself. Instead, he asked Li Ruolan for help, and even asked Chu Li for help. This made him extremely concerned. Wen Tingdao's words were extremely powerful when he took advantage of them, even though he knew it was Wen Tingdao's.
The poisonous plan still cannot be driven out of my mind.
Ji Xin sneered: "Wen Tingdao, don't be proud, sooner or later I will kill you!"
"Haha!" Wen Tingdao laughed and said: "You will only fall further and further behind me. With such a little beauty by your side, how can you concentrate on practicing? Wenwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes, it is absolutely true!
"
Ji Xin snorted: "It's nothing to show off your words, you only have one mouth left!"
Li Ruolan felt a surge of suction coming from her palm, and was suddenly swallowed up by a burst of internal energy. Then Chu Li raised his hand.
"Tsk!" a voice roared.
Wen Tingdao waved his sword like lightning in front of him and retreated into the woods. Laughter came from the woods: "For Zhao Dahe's sake, I will spare your life today. Ji Xin, you can't stay here forever."
Stay with Zhao Dahe, we will always meet!"
Ji Xin held the hilt of the sword tightly, veins standing out.
Chu Li shook his head, Ji Xin's heart had been shaken.
Li Ruolan felt that the suction behind Chu Li disappeared, so she took away her jade palm and said, "Senior Brother Ji, he wants to disturb your mind, don't be fooled."
Ji Xin forced a smile: "Of course I know this guy is too sinister!"
"Senior Brother Ji, you are able to escape from him because of your ability." Li Ruolan said: "His cultivation level is higher than yours, and he is so good at conspiracy and tricks. He is really difficult to deal with, and he must be a powerful figure in the Sword Moon Sect.
"
"He is a rising star of the Sword Moon Sect." Ji Xin chuckled.
Li Ruolan said that he was not as good as Wen Tingdao, but he felt very comfortable listening to it. He shook his head and sighed: "It is similar to Junior Brother Zhao, but it is still worse than Junior Brother Zhao."
Chu Li said: "I am grateful to Senior Sister Li for helping me, otherwise I would not be able to do anything to him with my own skills. He is indeed a troublesome person. Senior Brother Ji must be careful about this person!"
He secretly lamented that Li Ruolan was extremely smart, and by elevating Wen Tingdao, Ji Xin's incompetence would not be highlighted, making people feel that defeat at Wen Tingdao's hands was nothing, and that it was extremely rare to escape with one's life.
In this way, Ji Xin's discomfort can be resolved.
The battle of words and psychology is like a confrontation with a knife. If you are not careful, your mood will be disturbed. If your mood is confused, your martial arts power will be slightly reduced. Sometimes this thin line can be the difference between life and death.
And this kind of competition is often the result of talent and experience complementing each other, just like the emotional intelligence he talked about in previous and modern times.
Chu Lidao said: "Senior Brother Ji, we cannot allow him to make a sneak attack. This person is good at hiding his traces and is impossible to guard against."
"Jianyue Sect is indeed good at assassination." Ji Xin nodded slowly, with a solemn expression: "They have a secret technique called Jing Hua Shui Yue. It is unpredictable, not only in terms of body shape, but also in swordsmanship. He just didn't do anything to Junior Sister Li just now.
You show your special skills, and then you are suppressed by Junior Brother Zhao, and you are unable to display your swordsmanship. Thinking about it, you must be so frustrated that you are going crazy!"
He laughed as he spoke, feeling extremely happy thinking about Wen Tingdao's frustration.
"Senior Brother Ji, it's better to heal your wounds quickly and stop talking." Li Ruolan said softly.
"My injury is not serious." Ji Xin shook her head.
He suddenly frowned, and the wound began to worsen, causing severe pain.
"Heal your wounds quickly." Li Ruolan said.
Ji Xin stopped trying to be brave, closed her eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to meditate and adjust her breathing.
Chu Li also closed his eyes and said nothing.
Li Ruolan looked at Ji Xin and sighed secretly.
Knowing that Wen Tingdao's words were effective, Senior Brother Ji didn't say anything, but he must have heard in his heart that he would have to keep a distance from Junior Brother Zhao in the future, and he could not be as close as now.
Otherwise, this knot will become bigger and bigger, affecting his state of mind.
She turned to look at Chu Li. His ugly face was not so ugly under the bonfire, but had a strange charm to it.
She secretly sighed, Junior Brother Zhao's luck was good, but not bad, otherwise he wouldn't have been so ugly. Maybe God gave him such good luck to make up for what he owed him. (To be continued.) 8