The three of them were noisy and shouting, so loud that Diao Yugui could hear it without listening to the wall.

"I told you that your surname is Ruan, don't think that you can get rid of your relationship when your person dies, I tell you that so many fathers and villagers have seen it, it is your person!"

"That's my doorman, yes, if that's the case, why doesn't his surname Yao have anything to do?"

Yao Qirong said: "When people leave, I can't do anything!"

"Then my person is also dead, and I have no choice! If you want to pursue it, the first one to be investigated is you Yao Qirong!"

"Ruan Gumao, I don't want to argue with you, I think-" Yao Qirong was interrupted by Fan Zhihua before he could finish speaking.

"Ruan Gumao, don't divert the topic, your people have killed someone!"

"He Yao Qirong's people also injured my people, how can you say this?"

Yuan Ying just listened to the arguing between them, without any intention of interrupting them.

Quarreling with this kind of thing, if you quarrel too much, it may become a hands-on, Fan Zhihua and Ruan Gumao both showed their weapons when they quarreled, and both of them used swords.

Yao Qirong also figured it out, he still tried to keep a low profile and not get involved in the war of words between these two people.

He looked at Yuan Ying, expecting Yuan Ying to speak out to stop him, but he didn't expect that Yuan Ying didn't have any intention of stopping.

The two of them were tense, and the situation seemed to be on the verge of breaking out, but they didn't expect that the two of them didn't have any intention of doing anything at all except for blowing each other's beards and glaring.

Yuan Ying wanted to tell them at this time to stop pretending in front of him.

But his character is really not such a strong person, and he really can't say such things if he wants to say such things.

But his face had already revealed his inner thoughts, and in Yao Qirong's words, he had never seen City Lord Yuan's face so bad.

"If a few people want to fight, they can come openly, there is no need to hide it. The Heavenly Sword is hanging there, you can just come and grab it? Why do you have so many troubles?"

Yao Qirong looked like he didn't care about himself, Fan Zhihua and Ruan Gumao looked at the sky without making eye contact with each other.

Shao Banshan suddenly came to the door of the council hall: "City Lord, there are no people." ”

After finishing speaking, Shao Banshan left, and the person he was talking about was the person who was hit by the secret weapon of the Yao family.

Ruan Gumao immediately pointed the arrow at Yao Qirong: "The surname Yao, did you hear it?

Yao Qirong looked aggrieved: "You can go to my house to search, this person has indeed left my house, if I find this person, I will definitely not give up!"

"Enough!"

Yuan Ying got up excitedly, walked to the door plaque and took off the hilt of the Heavenly Sword.

Then he walked up to the three of them with the hilt of his sword in hand, "You want this, right? Then it is above board, destroying one or two disciples from other tribes will not allow you to really seize much of a head start in the final competition!"

The eyes of the three of them fell on the hilt of the sword in Yuan Ying's hand, and they vaguely seemed to hear the sound of the three of them swallowing their saliva together.

Everyone covets the hilt of the Heavenly Sword, and even the children in the alleys of the market will pretend that they have driven the Heavenly Sword during the fight, although no one has ever seen the Heavenly Sword driven, but everyone will imagine that it will be a sword that can cause thunder and fire.

"The Heavenly Sword has never been driven since it left Nim Mountain, but I know that you all want to get it, do you want to set off a bloody storm in order to get it?

Yuan Ying was full of anger and didn't know how to vent it, he suddenly reached out and threw the hilt of the Heavenly Sword in his hand out and hit the ground in front of the door.

The hilt of the sword fell to the ground, sparks burst out on the ground, Yao Qirong's eyes swirled in his sockets, and he really wanted to see how the hilt of the sword was.

The hilt of the sword slammed on the ground and slid forward, hitting the threshold, Yuan Ying didn't know if there was something wrong with his eyes, because he saw that a faint yellow light seemed to be born on the hilt.

The yellow light disappeared in just a flash, and Yao Qirong and the others turned their backs to the threshold and did not see this phenomenon.

Yuan Ying walked quickly to the threshold, lowered his head and picked up the hilt of the sword.

The white jade sword hilt was thrown like this without any damage, and at this time, it was illuminated by the noon sun, almost transparent, Yuan Ying felt very surprised, he was sure that this white jade sword hilt had never appeared in such a transparent situation.

He didn't show his doubts, but just waved his hand and said to the other three people: "If there are more casualties, there will be no need to compare this friend with martial arts in advance! If you come with the intention of killing, then what else is there to compare?"

Then he motioned for the three of them to go.

After Yao Qirong and the other three left, Yuan Ying asked someone to close the door of the council hall, and a person hid inside and threw the hilt of the Heavenly Sword on the ground.

He hoped to be able to see that faint light again, but that light never appeared, the hilt of the Heavenly Sword looked almost transparent at this time, and Yuan Ying found that there seemed to be a piece of yellow in it, as if there was another piece of topaz embedded in the white jade.

Yuan Ying walked to the courtyard with the hilt of his sword and looked at the sun, the topaz was constantly rotating as if a liquid was wrapped in something, and a word suddenly appeared in Yuan Ying's heart - Qiong Jelly Jade Liquid.

After looking at it for a long time, he seemed to see that the place where the white jade sword hilt was close to the topaz was also moving like a liquid, and then it was as if the entire Heavenly Sword hilt had turned into a liquid, wrapped in an invisible substance and rotating.

Yuan Ying fixed his eyes and took a closer look, and everything returned to normal, only the topaz was still spinning.

It doesn't matter if he takes the Heavenly Sword and observes it like this, Yintian has suffered, he has fainted now, Shao Banshan has pricked a few stitches in his face and is helping him channel his true qi.

Now Yintian, who has a needle in his face, is like a steam pot, and a faint true qi floats out from his various acupuncture points along the needle little by little.

Yintian closed his eyes, and his face turned pale.

Ying Ji grabbed Shao Ruobing's hand and stood next to her, looking at Yintian with concern on her face.

Shao Ruobing gently patted the back of her hand with her hand and comforted: "Sister Yingzi, don't worry, my father is here!"

Yuan Ying finally had enough of the hilt of the Heavenly Sword and hung the hilt back, but then he thought that this was inappropriate, so he simply put the hilt in the dark room of his study.

The hilt of the Heavenly Sword that had been left in the dark room still glowed faintly yellow, reflecting the light and darkness of the entire dark room.

Yintian finally calmed down, and there was no true qi floating out of the acupoints on his face.

Shao Chengzhi stretched out his hand to probe Yintian's internal strength, "Dad, it seems that there is still a little bit left unfinished." ”