However, Gu Fenghua's expression was as calm as water, without any sympathy. If they hadn't finally won the victory of the Ten Directions Ceremony, if Qiu Mingxuan's actions were not to be cherished, he would have suffered this little pain, but he would have only been the punishment he deserved.
When Luo Enen and the others finally stopped, Qiu Mingxuan had already had a bruised nose, face and bruises. If he had not seen him a long time ago, no one would have recognized who this pig head was.
Qiu Mingxuan stood up tremblingly and looked at Gu Fenghua. There was no hatred in his eyes, only emptiness and confusion. I don’t know if he was beaten to death or what.
"Let's go." Gu Fenghua waved his hand and said to Qiu Mingxuan.
Although Qiu Mingxuan fled in the ten directions, they finally won, and the ninth prince was safe and sound, so no matter how despised Qiu Mingxuan or disgusted him, there was no need to kill him.
Besides, being expelled from the sect by the old man Tianquan, there is no place for him to stand in the world. For Qiu Mingxuan, such a result is even more cruel than killing him, so why should she do this in one go?
Qiu Mingxuan turned around with a blank expression and staggered out of the hall.
Old man Tianquan said nothing and walked down the mountain with him.
"What's going on in the Ten Directions Ceremony?" Old man Tianquan couldn't help asking halfway up the mountain.
Although he was a little overbearing, he was a little arrogant, but he was not stupid. He had seen Qiu Mingxuan slapped several times by Gu Fenghua and scolded him, but he was speechless in his face and became suspicious.
"Master, I'm wrong. I shouldn't have deceived you, I'm wrong." Qiu Mingxuan was shocked, and suddenly fell to the ground and said crying.
Perhaps because he was expelled from the sect by the old man Tianquan, he was completely desperate, or perhaps because he was completely awakened by Gu Fenghua's slaps, Qiu Mingxuan did not continue to hide it. Of course, since this has come to this point, he has no need to hide it.
Although Qiu Mingxuan didn't say it in detail, how could Old Man Tianquan not understand what was going on? He was so angry that his face turned pale and raised his hand suddenly. However, looking at Qiu Mingxuan's face with bruises and blood, the slap was always
He didn't fan out. Finally, he sighed and floated away.
He was completely disappointed with Qiu Mingxuan, and he was not even willing to look at him again.
"Master..." Seeing the heartless background of Mr. Tianquan, Qiu Mingxuan let out a heart-wrenching cry, and tears snatched out again.
Tears contain regret, but unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world. Everyone must pay the price for what they do, and he will never be an exception.
He knew that he was finished, he was finished completely.
...
"Fenghua, you should keep this sword." Luo Enen took out a long sword and handed it to Gu Fenghua.
"Is this?" Gu Fenghua looked at her strangely.
"What Qiu Mingxuan gave me back should be Han Xuan Moyang Sword." Luo Enen replied.
Gu Fenghua drew out the long sword, and saw that the sword body was black, releasing a cold and strange thing. There seemed to be a hot air in the sword body, one cold and one hot, two completely different auras.
It actually gathered in such a harmonious way in one sword.
The sword edge is as thin as a cicada's wings blowing hair and breaking hair, but it is not as tough as it is. There are two small characters engraved at the bottom of the sword body: Mo Yang.
Luo Enen was indeed not wrong. This is the ancestral sword of the Xinghua royal family: Xuanhan Moyang Sword, which is also one of the top ten famous swords in the Tianji Continent.