Ling Xiao looked at the slightly swaying door curtain, touched his chin thoughtfully, and muttered, "He may be reminding us that there are internal ghosts...... Deal terminated?! ”

"Is that so?" Ren Jian looked back at Ling Xiao in surprise.

"It must be so." Ling Xiao nodded heavily, "That man should be one of the leaders of the Satisfy Hall Killer Organization, he came down to inspect the situation of the organization, you just said that you leaked, he was afraid that you would be exposed and be poisoned by the ghosts, so he ran away." ”

"I see." Ren Jian nodded, "The water in this satisfaction hall is really deep!" ”

"Then ...... you say," Ren Jian wondered, "The inner ghost, which of the black and white demons is it?" ”

Black and white, white, refers to the third-rate with silver hair, and black, naturally, refers to the nameless body wrapped in a black robe.

Ling Xiao said: "Why do you want to do so much, it has nothing to do with us, after you learn her third-rate swordsmanship, you can flash people, do you still want to catch ghosts for them?" ”

"Oh yes." Ren Jian nodded.

Then.

The curtain opened again.

Third-rate and nameless walked in.

The third rate muttered puzzled as he walked, "Why did that fat pig run so fast just now?" It's like seeing a ghost. ”

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something, raised her eyes and glared at Ren Jian, and said, "Did you just talk nonsense to him?" ”

"Nope." Ren Jian took a deep look at them and shook his head.

Since he knew that there were ghosts among them, but he didn't know which one it was, of course he wouldn't remind them.

Just act as if nothing happened.

The third-rate didn't bother to care about what the fat pig had experienced, so he groaned and said, "Your mission should actually be regarded as a failure, but for the sake of your sincerity, I can teach you a little bit of my sword theory first......

"Then you can teach me quickly." When Ren Jian heard this, he immediately forgot about the inner ghost.

The third-rate glared at him and said, "Listen to me finish talking first." ”

"Okay, you go on." Ren Jian nodded obediently.

Third-rate Dao: "Because you can only complete half of this mission, so I won't teach you first, let Nameless teach you first, if you still want to learn my third-rate swordsmanship, you have to complete the task I gave you." ”

"Okay, what's the mission this time?" Ren Jian asked.

The third rate took out a piece of parchment, threw it to Ren Jian, and ordered: "You go to the depths of this dense forest, run to this thunderous ruins, and catch a purple zombie named Bone Prison Breath and come back." ”

Ren Jian asked curiously, "You grabbed it, are you preparing to refine the Heavenly Spine Hell?" ”

The third rate said angrily: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?" I have my own considerations, so you just say that you can't take this task, right? ”

Ren Jianhe touched his chin and said in a deep voice: "You teach me swordsmanship first, I want to see if your swordsmanship is good or not, and then I will consider whether to take on this task." ”

"You?!" The third-rate raised his hand and pressed the neckline tightly, so angry that he almost had a discordant picture.

Ren Jian saw that she was angry like a pufferfish, and was puzzled: "What's wrong?" Why do you seem to be a little unhappy? Didn't you tell the Black Assassin to teach me first? If the Black Assassin is too inferior, then you probably have to be about the same, so I don't need to waste time with you. ”

Nameless took a deep breath, reached out and patted the third-rate back, and comforted: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, let's not be like him." ”

It's good to say that it's good to say, the third-rate party barely discouraged her anger, and she thought to herself, the first thing she should do now is not to be angry with him, but how to fool him into cleaning up Jingwang.

Reluctantly suppressed his anger, the third rate looked at the sword frame behind Ren Jian, and said, "Looking at your dedication to the sword, do you want to take the path of the sword soul?" ”

"yes." Ren Jian nodded and said regretfully, "It's a pity that the sword soul is extinct now, and I don't even know how to make the sword soul." ”

"Then you've really found the right person." The third-rate said proudly, "I just ...... I have learned the cultivation method of sword soul. ”

"I want to hear about it." Ren Jian's face is humble and sincere.

Seeing Ren Jian's eyes staring at him without flashing, the third-rate couldn't help but feel a little weak in his heart, pretending to be unfathomable, and said: "The so-called sword soul is the highest state of the sword idiot, they are swordsmen, they don't practice magic, they don't practice supernatural powers, they pay attention to breaking ten thousand laws with a sword, and their understanding of sword weapons has reached the realm of supernatural transcendence, and they have refined their own martial arts into a sword soul......"

The third rate said, his brain was a little stuck, and then he began to rack his brains to organize the wording, "So, even if it is a branch, in the hands of the sword soul, it can exert a terrifying effect like a divine weapon......"

Ren Jian nodded when he heard it, and Ling Xiao also said so, which can be regarded as one of the reasons why the sword soul is extinct.

The third-rate sorted out the language, thinking about it a little numb, she is an assassin, but not a swordsman, she is proficient in the way of assassination, especially good at the unparalleled assassination technique of opening and closing, not the way of the sword, for the way of the sword, she only knows some rough skin.

Therefore, she wanted to blow the sword soul a little higher, but she didn't know how to blow it.

And if he couldn't bluff Ren Jian, then after listening to it, how could he obediently run to the thundering ruins to find trouble with Jingwang?

That's right, after knowing that Ren Jian was likely to be the old qi refining monster, the third-rate had long since given up the idea of letting Long Aotian or Emperor Jitian clean him up, and felt that it was more practical to borrow his hand to clean up his opponent.

Of course, she didn't want her opponent to die, so she let him go to the Bone Prison Breath, instead of directly going to Jingwang for trouble.

The third-rate racked his brains to organize the language and wording, and when Ren Jian saw this, he didn't open his mouth to urge her, but just looked at her with wide eyes, looking eager for knowledge.

It's been a long time.

The third-rate finally made up a set of fallacies and heresies.

She folded her hands behind her back, paced leisurely, and began to tell again: "The sword, after all, is only a weapon, even if it is a divine weapon, it is also a cold instrument, it has no soul, it can only be controlled by people, but people are not swords, how can they fully exert the potential of the sword 100%?" ”

Saying that, the third-rate took out the Shadowless Sword, tossed it lightly in his hand, and said: "I'm the same, even if the Shadowless Sword is in my hand, but to be honest, it should actually be regarded as a pearl in the dust, because I can't give full play to its ability 100%, let alone an ordinary swordsman?" ”

Nameless muttered, "I've put gold on my face again." ”

The third-rate only didn't hear it, and continued to take care of himself: "Only in the hands of the sword soul, the sword will be endowed with its true soul, because the sword soul person has a clear sword heart, and he has refined the soul into a sword soul......"

"The grade of the sword, in the hands of the sword soul, is no longer very important, because they have long been not stuck in things, grass, trees, bamboo and stone can be swords, and they have stepped into the realm of no sword is better than sword, even if it is just a wooden sword, in their hands, they can also be endowed with a sword spirit, although they may not be able to be urged to the power of the divine soldier, but it is enough to fight with ordinary swordsmen."

"For a simple analogy, it's like the shadowless sword in my hand, if it is handed over to a three-year-old child, he will not be able to exert the power of the divine sword at all, but even if I hold a wooden branch, I can use spirituality, and I can also beat a little fart and pee."

"It's called ......," he said, turning his head to look at Nameless.

Nameless nodded and said: "This is called no sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart, and no sword is better than a sword." ”