When Fengjiao was taken to the back mountain by Master Hao, Li Yiru finally couldn't help but ask, "Since he won't be admitted, doesn't it mean that the secret of Kunwu Sword Palace's swordsmanship has been passed on to an outsider?"
Passepartout and Wang Twelve's expressions changed slightly, and they glanced at her from the corner of their eyes.
Don't look at the lack of respect when the two of them talked to Yuchi Chungou. In fact, they all knew in their hearts that their master was an extremely stubborn and arrogant person. Although he behaved funny on weekdays, once he made a decision, he would never tolerate anyone.
Beak.
An outsider girl dared to question his decision in public. The two of them could even foresee the scene where the sword master would suddenly turn against him and become furious.
"My secret of swordsmanship."
Unexpectedly, Yuchi Chungou was extremely calm, "He can't learn."
"Could it be that inside the Kunwu sword wall..."
Li Yiru was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "Your sword skills are not recorded?"
"The secrets of swordsmanship recorded on the sword wall are only much more than what I have learned."
Yuchi Chungou shook his head and said, "To be precise, what I have learned should only account for fifty-sixths of the sword wall. It is not even close, but I already have the best swordsmanship in the world."
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"so smart!"
Li Yiru's expression became even more ugly, "Then why did you say he can't learn?"
"because……"
Yuchi Chungou stared into her beautiful eyes and calmly uttered a few words, "He is not a swordsman."
It’s swordsmanship again!
Is swordsmanship really that amazing?
If you are not a swordsman, can you not learn swordsmanship?
Li Yiru blinked his big watery eyes, full of doubts and confusion.
From the beginning to the end, she could not quite understand Passepartout and Wang Twelve's persistence in sword cultivation.
If the soul in Feng Jiao's body is really what she expected, the emperor's sister seriously doubts whether the identity of the sword cultivator can prevent the other party from learning special skills from the sword wall.
"Girl."
At this time, Yuchi Chungou suddenly said, "You seem to hate that Fengjiao?"
"I……"
Li Yiru was surprised when he revealed his true feelings. He hesitated and replied vaguely, "He, he is a bit like one of my rivals."
"It's a bit like that."
Yuchi Chungou looked at her with a half-smile, "Or is it him?"
"I, I'm not sure either."
Li Yiru was a little panicked by him, "Maybe I'm overthinking, I don't know."
After traveling together for so long, she still couldn't figure out the temperament and character of the Master of Swords.
Therefore, I left some room for words and did not dare to fully express my hatred for Feng Wuya and his family.
"It's okay, I'll give you ten days."
Yuchi Chungou chuckled and said, "If within these ten days, you can confirm that he is the enemy, I guarantee that this kid will not be able to leave the Sword Palace alive."
As soon as these words came out, not only Li Yiru was surprised, but even Passepartout, Wang Twelve and others were shocked and could hardly believe their ears.
Such thoughtful words really came from the mouth of an old guy?
Is he afraid that someone has taken away his body?
Or……
We are going to have a master’s wife soon!
The two glanced at each other unconsciously, and read almost the same thoughts in each other's eyes.
Observing Fengjiao for ten days?
Doesn't that mean I have to stay here for ten more days?
Li Yiru stayed where he was. When he thought that he would have to spend ten more days with Yuchi Chungou, he felt uncomfortable all over and instinctively wanted to refuse out loud.
But looking at the smiling face of the other party, the words that came to his lips could not be said no matter what.
"Thank you, thank you!"
After struggling for a long time, she finally couldn't bring herself to be cruel, so she had no choice but to hold back a sentence.
"Why are you so polite?"
Yuchi Chungou waved his hand, with a matter-of-fact expression, "Based on our friendship, what does it mean to kill one or two of his people?"
Our friendship?
What is our relationship?
Is it a relationship between exploiting and being exploited?
Li Yiru's head was filled with black threads, and she almost couldn't help but start to complain.
But hearing these words in the ears of Passepartout and Wang Twelve strengthened their suspicions. The two of them winked at each other, bared their teeth, and their expressions were indescribably funny.
"Two bastards!"
As if he was aware of the two people's little thoughts, Yuchi Chunhu had a straight face and cursed, "You guys have taught these very good young talents like this. It's a waste of resources. Why don't you just go back and face the wall?"
"The matter of recruiting disciples..."
Passepartout glared at Tuoba and the others angrily, but he still asked.
"Suck it!"
Yuchi Chungou interrupted fiercely, "Take these four unsatisfactory things back and train them hard. Wait until you can defeat that Fengjiao!"
"Four?"
Wang Twelve pointed at He Xiaolian and said, "Then he..."
"He has been defeated."
Yuchi Chungou glanced at He Xiaolian, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, "And he was defeated by a sword cultivator in an upright manner. Naturally, he is not qualified to join the Sword Palace. What are you still doing? Let him get out of here!"
As soon as these words came out, He Xiaolian's face turned pale, and a strong feeling of despair instantly surged into his heart, like a roaring wave, almost swallowing him completely.
For him who is obsessed with swordsmanship and eager for revenge, Kunwu Sword Palace is like a glimmer of light in the darkness, almost his only hope.
Once he was expelled from the Sword Palace, it was really hard for him to imagine how he could gain enough strength in a short period of time to challenge Tai Ning, a powerful earthling.
"etc."
Just when he was despairing, Li Yiru suddenly said, "Can you ask him to do me a favor?"
"he?"
Yuchi Chungou looked at her puzzled, "Help you?"
"Um."
Li Yiru nodded and said, "Didn't you give me ten days? Can you let him go to Kunwu Sword Wall for me to observe Fengjiao's every move?"
"Why?" Yuchi Chungou asked puzzled.
"If the soul in Feng Jiao's body is really that person."
Li Yiru's pretty face turned red, she lowered her head and whispered, "I, I'm a little afraid of him."
Yuchi Chungou didn't answer, he just looked at her with a half-smile, which made the girl feel a little flustered for no reason.
In fact, she did this because she sympathized with He Xiaolian, and she also deliberately made excessive demands in order to anger the Lord of the Sword and break the ten-day agreement.
"good!"
Unexpectedly, just when she thought she would be sternly rejected, Yuchi Chungou suddenly laughed and replied cheerfully, "That's it."
"As expected...what?"
Li Yiru had already prepared her lines after being rejected, but as soon as she said a few words, she suddenly froze on the spot. After a long while, she asked with some uncertainty, "You, you agreed?"
"What's wrong with agreeing to such a small thing?"
Yuchi Chungou stood up, patted the corners of his clothes on both sides, and replied calmly, "Why make such a fuss?"
"He is a swordsman."
Li Yiru pointed at He Xiaolian who looked confused, "Aren't you afraid that he will learn the content on the sword wall..."
"Afraid? I hope someone can understand the secret of swordsmanship that is stronger than mine."
Yuchi Chungou sneered and said, "Since
Since the creation of Kunwu Sword Palace, I have never stopped any sword cultivator in the world from coming to observe the sword wall. If they themselves dare not come, who should they blame?"
It's weird that you dare to come here with your bad temper!
A trace of astonishment flashed in Li Yiru's eyes, and she couldn't help but secretly complain in her heart.
"Chu Tie."
Yuchi Chungou didn't know what she was thinking, and he made up his mind, so he decisively gave the order, "Take this kid to Jianbi."
Fatty Chu Tie nodded obediently, trotted to He Xiaolian, stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.
He Xiaolian glanced at Li Yiru gratefully, then took big steps, followed Chu Tie without hesitation, and left the competition hall step by step.
"Why...why did you suddenly become so easy to talk to?"
Watching the two people leave, Li Yiru could no longer hold back the doubts in her heart, "It's weird, I'm not used to it."
"Look what you said."
Yuchi Chungou waved his hand and said indifferently, "Which of us is following the other? It's such a trivial matter, why bother!"
Who among us is following whom?
So what is our relationship?
Li Yiru frowned slightly, raised her little cherry mouth, and secretly complained in her heart.
The Lord of Swords' inexplicable enthusiasm made her feel a little flustered.
Just when the atmosphere was getting weirder, an indescribable terrifying sword intent suddenly exploded in the distance. The terrifying momentum actually shook the entire sword palace, causing everyone to look at it sideways.
This is……!
As soon as Li Yiru felt it, his pretty face suddenly changed, and his expression became even weirder.
Just because the source of this supreme sword intent turned out to be Qin Zixiao!
Corpse King Qin Zixiao!
…
This is crazy...
It’s more extreme than I thought!
When he met Zhuma, Ilia and others, Zhong Wen looked at the majestic figures in front of him one after another, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Ilia, Zhang Bangbang, Liu Tiedan...
It was just a battle, but the transformation that occurred on several people was completely reborn, and it was completely impossible to explain it with common sense.
What is the protagonist’s halo?
This is it!
Yuan Wuji said that there are a lot of destiny's children behind me, but you don't believe it!
Look at this momentum, look at this lineup!
What do you Wang Ting use to fight against me?
At this moment, Zhong Wen, as the grandfather of rings, was completely swollen.