Man Weiwei himself almost vomited, he had never been so embarrassed in his life, and wiped the filth on his face that was sprayed by Ding Wushuang with a handkerchief, but when he saw Xue Ye staring at him, he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry: "What do you see, if you have the ability, you can try it too!"

"I want to try it too, but I don't have the money, even if I surrender this sword, I don't have the money to buy it, so forget it!"

Xue Ye glanced at the pitch-black sword lying quietly on the display shelf, shook his head, and prepared to leave.

", do you want to leave after reading Lao Tzu's jokes, it's not that easy!"

Ding Wushuang's complexion recovered a little, but when he saw that Xue Ye wanted to leave, he couldn't help but sprinkle his anger on him.

A few house slaves understood, and immediately stopped Xue Ye again.

"What do you want?"

Xue Ye looked at Ding Wushuang.

"You go and try it, if you can control this spirit soldier, Lao Tzu paid for it for you!"

Ding Wushuang made a fool of Xue Ye with his fixed thoughts.

"Are you sure?"

Xue Ye's heart moved.

"Hmph, Lao Tzu has always believed in Ruge City!"

Ding Wushuang squinted his eyes and looked treacherous.

"Okay, then I'll try!"

Xue Ye agreed, and then looked at the pitch-black sword with a warlike gaze.

"Young Master Xue, you better forget it!"

Boss Jin persuaded that if Xue Ye three years ago might still have the power to try, but if the current Xue Ye is willful, maybe there will really be an accident.

After all, Xue Ye is nominally the young master of the Xue family, and if something happens in his shop, he will also be implicated.

"Boss Jin, what do you mean, look down on Tianjiao Gongzi, you get out of the way!"

Man Weiwei's eyes were resentful, and she also wanted to see Xue Ye make a fool of herself, so that she could balance her heart.

Boss Jin didn't dare to offend the children of these big families, so he sighed and stepped aside.

Xue Ye had already begun to slowly walk towards the pitch-black sword, and the gloating on the faces of Ding Wushuang and Man Weiwei was getting stronger and stronger.

The distance from the pitch-black sword is getting closer and closer, and the powerful evil qi is gradually thickening, Xue Ye does not have the true qi to protect his body, but only mobilizes his internal breath and closes the hairs on his body, preventing the evil qi from entering his body.

Until it approached the range of thirty meters, the pressure of the evil qi gradually increased, and it was difficult for Xue Ye to breathe.

"Hmph, thirty meters is a threshold, I was already uncomfortable when I came to thirty meters just now, after Xue Yexiu is abolished, it is absolutely impossible to surpass me!"

Man Weiwei clasped his hands in front of his chest, looking snarky.

Xue Ye stepped into the thirty meters, he still only used his internal breath to resist the evil qi, his speed was not slower than Ding Wushuang, and it didn't take long for him to enter the range of twenty meters.

"This kid doesn't have a true qi body, how did he do it?"

Ding Wushuang's face changed greatly, he just had a deep understanding, he knew how difficult it was to enter the range of twenty meters, but he didn't expect Xue Ye's state to be even easier than himself.

Xue Ye's steps were a little heavy, but he still took three steps forward with all his strength, beads of sweat dripped down like rain, and endless evil qi swept in, making it difficult for him to take a step forward, and he almost knelt down on one knee.

"Hmph, what's wrong with our Tianjiao son, is this going to kneel?"

Man Weiwei suddenly spoke, deliberately making Xue Ye unable to get off the stage, there was no room to return, she made up her mind to make Xue Ye make a fool of herself.

"Haha, this kid's fate will be miserable for me!"

Ding Wushuang's ugly face was much better, and his mood was also happy, and then he glanced at Boss Jin: "Boss Jin, if this kid faints inside, you are not allowed to rescue him, otherwise he will not be able to get along with me Ding Wushuang!"

Boss Jin's face was a little struggling, and then he fell silent and made a decision.

Ding Wushuang is the eldest son of the Ding family of the five major families in Ruge City, and he has a lot of influence in Ruge City, and he has been doing business here for many years, and he knows that he can't offend the five major families no matter what, so he can only stand on Ding Wushuang's side.

As for Xue Ye, although he is nominally the young master of the Xue family, in fact, he has long been abandoned by the Xue family, if he dies in his own shop, at most he will lose some money, maybe it will make Xue Luocheng of the Xue family happy, and he won't even have to lose money.

"No, you need to use your martial spirit!"

The brutal evil aura was like a butcher's knife containing murderous aura, as if it was about to tear Xue Ye's body apart, he roared angrily, and the phoenix king martial soul in the dantian was stimulated.

The flame luster was great, and from Xue Ye's back, a high-spirited fire phoenix phantom loomed, and the phoenix wings spread, guarding Xue Ye, burning the swept evil qi and turning it into smoke.

"What kind of martial soul is this?"

Ding Wushuang's face became ugly this time, because he saw the extraordinaryness of Xue Ye's martial soul.

Xue Ye's martial soul is also a kind of fire martial soul, but compared to the other party's, his own fire martial soul is simply a clown-like existence, which is difficult for Ding Wushuang to tolerate.

"It's... This is at least the existence of a ground-level inferior martial soul!"

Boss Jin couldn't help but speak, with his eyesight, he couldn't see through the true grade of the Phoenix King Martial Soul.

"How is it possible? Isn't his cultivation nullified? Isn't he a martial soul since he was a child? Why is this ......happening?"

Man Weiwei felt inferior, and wanted to take revenge on Xue Ye fiercely, but unexpectedly, the other party's strength once again made her feel humble, with a Xuan-level martial soul, she has the hope of becoming the strongest person in the future of the Heavenly Martial Kingdom, and the ground-level martial soul is simply a legendary existence.

"So what, he only has about seven levels of cultivation in the Forging Body Realm, and the martial soul has not yet been completely formed, and he can't exert the true power of the martial soul, if he dares to move forward, he will be useless!"

Ding Wushuang's face flashed with cruelty, and he yelled.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Xue Ye stepped within ten meters of the pitch-black sword with difficulty, surpassing the existence of Ding Wushuang and Wu Yunfei.

Xue Ye continued to move forward, and the pitch-black sword suddenly had a sense, bursting out with black brilliance, as if he was completely angry after being provoked, and a fierce wind-like aura swept through, cutting vertically and horizontally on the fire phoenix phantom that protected Xue Ye, and fiercely confronted each other.

On the entire floor of the Gold Casting Pavilion, all the weapons were trembling, making a 'buzzing' sound, as if they were surrendering to the king.

Although Boss Jin and the others were far away from the pitch-black sword, they also felt this sudden evil aura, and they couldn't help but retreat back suddenly, it was really hard to imagine how Xue Ye in the ten meter range could withstand this terrifying evil aura.

Although Xue Ye felt several times the pressure, his eyes burned with excitement, a swordsman can surrender such a divine weapon, it is a challenge and a satisfaction, even if he fails and dies, he will never regret it.

After taking three steps with difficulty, the fire phoenix seemed to be unable to bear this terrifying evil aura, becoming dim and dull, and there was a possibility of extinguishing it at any time, once it disappeared, Xue Ye would directly face this cold and violent evil qi, and it would tear his body apart in an instant.

Blood spilled from the corner of Xue Ye's mouth.

"Haha, even if you have a strong martial spirit, but you don't have a brain, let me die!"

Ding Wushuang couldn't help but be overjoyed, what if Xue Ye had amazing talent, if no one rescued him at this time, he was destined to die.

"Although I have liked you, but at this moment, I also want you to die!"

Manvivi thought to himself.

"It's a pity, if such a genius falls like this, it will be a loss for the entire Heavenly Martial Kingdom!"

Boss Jin shook his head.

"If I take a step forward, I will die, I must find a way!"

Xue Ye's mind flickered, and suddenly he thought of the Phaseless Saint Demon Heavenly Book, and immediately used his mind to communicate with the soul sea, and the ancient scroll in the purple mangs suddenly bloomed with luster, and an invisible fluctuation actually communicated with the pitch-black sword in the air.

The body of the pitch-black sword suddenly shook, and it seemed to feel an extremely terrifying power, and the unruly sword intent that erupted suddenly disappeared, and the evil aura that filled the air was also gone.

The pitch-black sword seemed to have turned into an ordinary sword, and lay there quietly.

All the pressure suddenly turned invisible, Xue Ye felt extremely relaxed, put away the Phoenix King Martial Soul, and then walked quickly to the side of the pitch-black sword and pulled it out of its scabbard.

At this moment, the pitch-black sword was like a fierce beast turning into a docile puppy, and it didn't dare to make a mistake in Xue Ye's hands.

"It's... How is this possible......"

Ding Wushuang was like being struck by lightning, his smile froze on his face, and the sudden variables made him difficult to accept.

"He really did ......"

Manvivi was also discolored.

"Could it be that the sword recognizes the Lord? This sword really has spirituality!"

Boss Jin was moved and couldn't help but say.

"Since I have surrendered this sword, it is mine, thank you Brother Ding for the sword!"

Xue Ye also tied the pitch-black sword to his back, didn't even look at Ding Wushuang, and prepared to leave.

Ding Wushuang's seven orifices were so angry that he almost vomited blood again, and shouted: "Xue Ye, you deceive people too much, leave it for me!"

The eight house slaves also shouted, pulled out their sabers, and rushed towards Xue Ye.

These are Ding Wushuang's attendants, and their cultivation is all up and down the seven or eight levels of the Quenching Body Realm, and under the combined attack, ordinary martial artists of the Nine Levels of the Quenching Body Realm will also be taken down.

"Hmph, a bunch of rubbish!"

Xue Ye snorted coldly, and his sword steps changed, turning into an afterimage passing back and forth between the eight house slaves, just going around, the eight house slaves became a mess, and finally collided together, lying on the ground horizontally, crying bitterly.

In the end, Xue Ye came to Man Weiwei's side in a flash, the two looked at each other, and the latter was so excited that he only felt Xue Ye's hand wipe his face.

Manweiwei's pretty face suddenly turned bright, could it be that the other party also likes him? This self-inflicted sentimental thought only flashed in his heart, and Xue Ye's figure disappeared into the Gold Casting Pavilion.

You can see your face from a shining weapon, her makeup is all flowery, and there is a dusty five-finger black mark on her cheek, which is Xue Ye's masterpiece when he left, Man Weiwei suddenly screamed: "Xue Ye, you bastard......"

"Xue Ye, I won't let you go!"

Ding Wushuang roared angrily and wanted to make a move himself, but unexpectedly he was injured, and spit out a mouthful of blood, and he sat on the ground with his legs limp and paralyzed.

Boss Jin held back his smile in embarrassment, and said after hesitation: "Young Master Ding, I bought this spirit soldier back for one million taels of gold, how do you want to pay for it?"