Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Artistic Conception of Killing
Because it seemed to anger He Yujie, Wu Xi didn't stay in Baibaozhai for a while.
To be precise, he didn't want to stay for a minute.
Just by the word "roll".
can expel the Baibaozhai people who rushed to help from the courtyard with such a strong He Yujie.
I really can't let Wu Xi, who offended the former, have more desire to stay for a while.
And when Wu Xi stepped out of Baibaozhai in the east of the northern secluded city, he was squinted by the bright and dazzling sunlight of Baibaozhai.
For a moment, after Wu Xi's eyes adjusted to the intensity of the sunlight outside, he just opened his eyes.
A man dressed in Wudian costumes, his footsteps stopped in front of Wu Xi, and his body exuded a faint wisp of evil energy, which was extremely cold and made pedestrians who came and went with Baibaozhai look sideways.
The person who came was in his twenties, standing in front of Wu Xi like a cold sword from Hanfeng, with black hair and a shawl, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a cold face, and a cold air.
The two looked at each other, and Wu Xi grinned at the visitor, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth, which shimmered with cold light under the reflection of the sun.
In the other party's gaze, he felt a trace of hostility hidden in the other party's pupils.
"Interesting. Wu Xi touched the bridge of his nose and muttered secretly in his heart.
However, the other party was expressionless and did not introduce himself.
"Captain of the law enforcement team, Wu Wang. Helplessly, Wu Xi looked at the other party like a torch, and finally his eyes fell on the dark iron nameplate on the chest of the visitor, and muttered to himself in a low voice.
"Elder Wang, I want to see you. Come with me!" Wu Wang said slowly.
The tone is emotionless, not the slightest wave, and there is a taste that cannot be refused.
While speaking, the evil aura emanating from his body didn't know if it was a demonstration, or something else became more and more intense.
"Okay, lead the way!" Feeling the spreading evil aura emanating from Wu Wang's body, Wu Xi gently exhaled the warm air and smiled.
Wu Wang is a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall of one of the Seven Halls of the Martial Palace.
Responsible for punishing the disciples of the martial hall and the martial hall of each hall, as well as killing the enemy externally.
Known for being cold-blooded and ruthless.
Because the source of the disciples of the law enforcement team is almost all orphans adopted by the martial arts halls in various places, and the cultivation method is even more cruel, every disciple of the law enforcement team has killed at least a hundred companions who have gotten along day and night before becoming a formal law enforcement team disciple.
Moreover, the Law Enforcement Hall will not, and it cannot be involved with any of the other halls of the Martial Palace.
Moreover, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall only listen to the orders of the Lord of the Law Enforcement Palace.
Even the head hall master of the Martial Hall can't order, and the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall.
It is a completely independent hall in one of the other six halls.
It is also the most unprovoked hall in the martial palace.
If you provoke the disciples of the other halls of the Martial Palace, you may still be able to live, but if you provoke the disciples of the Law Enforcement Palace, you will die.
This is also an important reason why Wu Xi would agree to Wu Wang to go with him.
As for the root cause, it is because Wu Xi knows very well that the Martial Hall of Beiyoucheng is a prefecture-level Martial Palace, and none of the captains of the Law Enforcement Hall will be weaker than the Yejing Realm.
And even if he broke through the Tower of Nine Deaths and One Life, he was given the help of Taling.
It is only to improve the strength to the late stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm, in fact, Wu Xi can also improve it even higher if he wants to, but this way of relying on external objects to improve his strength has great drawbacks.
If the spiritual power is not tempered, it will be disordered and vain, and it will do all kinds of harm to cultivation but no benefit.
But Wu Xi at that time had no choice.
Therefore, he was not ready to improve his realm now, but concentrated on refining his dantian spiritual power.
However, Wu Wang's arrival seemed to disrupt his plans.
In the square outside Baibao Zhai in the east city of the North Hidden City.
"It came so fast. Wu Xi muttered to himself in his heart.
At this time, Wu Xi and Wu Wang walked side by side.
The two have similar temperaments, and they are both people who don't like to talk much, so they don't say a word.
Until after walking one after another, wide and long, with extremely noisy and lively streets.
And along the way, the two didn't say a word.
Wu Xi's mind was full of thoughts, constantly guessing about the purpose of that Elder Wang.
Finally, half an hour later, he stepped into the martial arts union full of majesty.
The two of them entered the depths of the Martial Palace's Guild, and finally stopped in a quaint room that exuded an aura of majesty.
"When you arrive, the elders are waiting for you inside. ”
"And you have good strength, you have time to compete one or two. ”
"I'm curious to know if it's my comprehension of the killing mood that is great, or if the comprehension of life and death that you comprehend is superior. ”
"My name is Wu Wang, the captain of the third team of the law enforcement team. ”
After speaking, without waiting for Wu Xi to answer or refuse, Wu Wang left with cool steps.
"The artistic conception of killing is interesting. No wonder!"
After listening to Wu Wang's words, Wu Xi finally understood where the trace of hostility in the depths of Wu Wang's previous eyes came from.
It should be an instinctive reaction to sense the artistic conception of life and death in his body.
This is also because Wu Wang has an extremely proficient understanding of his own artistic conception, otherwise with the anger of the killing artistic conception, he may start fighting as soon as he sees Wu Xi and the others.
Looking at Wu Wang's fading nature, Wu Xi whispered to himself, "There will be a chance." ”
After speaking, he reached out and pushed open the door of the quaint room.
Walked in like a leisurely stroll.
In the room, Wang Cun appeared in the center of the room, dressed in the costume of a martial arts elder, and his narrow eyes were closed with the meaning of vicissitudes.
As soon as he stepped into the room, a majestic gravity was added to the unprepared Wu Xi.
Suddenly, Wu Xi felt that every inch of muscle in his body was filled with lead: heavy, difficult to walk.
"Damn it!, is it a test?" thought of it in an instant.
Without hesitation, Wu Xi quickly operated the meridian operation route of the "Immortal Star Yuan Sutra" in his body, mobilizing the spiritual power contained in the dantian along the meridians and injecting them into the seventy-two meridians of the hundred bones of his limbs to resist the majestic pressure from the outside world.
When the spiritual power entered his body, Wu Xi did not feel the slightest relief, but felt a sharp pain all over his body as if he had been pricked by countless steel needles.
In the middle of the ring, Wu Xi's face turned red like a red-hot soldering iron.
On his forehead, the green tendons crept and squirmed like a green snake, and after a while, cold sweat was like beans, and in a blink of an eye, he soaked his whole body, and a faint white mist lingered around Wu Xi's body, looking extremely embarrassed and painful.
"How could it be. ”
Wu Xi's ten fingernails sank into the palm of his hand, and he endured the sharp pain on his body, and his sharp gaze fell on Wang Cun.
But Wang Cun turned his back to Wu Xi, and he had no intention of explaining to Wu Xi.
Seeing this, Wu Xi's dark eyes flashed with a glimmer of aura. Then he smiled coldly at Wang Cun's back, and the Xingyuan spiritual power in the meridians retracted into the dantian.
After a while, after taking Wu Xi to transfer most of the Xingyuan spiritual power in the meridians in his body back to the dantian.
Slowly closing his eyes, Wu Xi's eyebrows suddenly flashed with a little black and white glow starry.
At the same time, a faint strange fluctuation containing the meaning of life and death enveloped Wu Xi's body, and with the appearance of this strange fluctuation, the pressure on Wu Xi's body was gradually reduced.
The cold sweat on his forehead stopped, and the squirming and violent green tendons slowly merged into the skin.
"Yes, I really understood the artistic conception of life and death. ”