Xia Ji used his knife to block at will.

No matter how sharp this Wei Qingyi's sword style is, it is a child's trick for him.

Dangdang!!

On the martial arts field, the sound of swords colliding was endless.

But it's clear who is superior and who is inferior.

Wei Qingyi stepped forward, surrounded, performed his body skills, and used all kinds of ingenious swordsmanship, if the disciples usually had to praise "exquisite".

But now, even if they don't want to admit it, they have to admit that "their genius is really like a clown."

Xia Ji's movement is very simple, that is, holding the knife in his right hand and blocking at will.

The rest of his limbs don't even move.

In addition to the black hair, it will be carried by the rapid air currents that are constantly passing by.

Why did Xia Ji accompany him to fight.

Because he's observing.

Others may not be able to see it, but he saw that this Wei Qingyi's sword style contained an unimaginable evil aura.

How many people do you have to kill?

But how could the Templars kill so many people?

And what motivates him to kill?

While!

The dagger flicked off the longsword.

Wei Qingyi only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the long sword came out of his hand.

He was stunned, didn't say anything, picked up the sword, and said, "Tsing Yi lost." ”

Then he was not discouraged, turned around and prepared to step down.

The master nodded frequently, this disciple has a really good heart, he is not arrogant or discouraged when he wins, he is a good seedling, unlike the Holy Son, although his martial arts are very high, but what about drunk... But I went to Guanshan, and I didn't return for a few days and nights, and I don't know if I went to Guanshan.

Martial arts can be practiced, but the mind is difficult.

From this point of view, Tsing Yi is far superior to the Holy Son.

But he also thought about these words in his heart, so naturally he would not say them.

Wei Qingyi was about to step down, and suddenly the voice of the Holy Son came to his ears.

"This swordsmanship is not a thousand and one frost sword, you use the shape of my Holy Gate swordsmanship, but in your bones it is another swordsmanship, don't you tell me?"

Wei Qingyi's footsteps stopped, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but the people around him did not react, and he realized that this was the Holy Son transmitting the secret.

The voice continued: "If I want to expose you, I don't have to do this, think for yourself. ”

Wei Qingyi turned around suddenly, "Tsing Yi still has a lot of questions, if the Holy Meridian is free, Tsing Yi wants to come and ask for a question or two." ”

Xia Ji smiled and nodded.

The two knew it.

At noon, a small banquet.

Then Wei Qingyi came to the Holy Son's Courtyard.

Xia Ji was sitting at the stone table under the shadow of the tree, and pointed to the side: "Sit." ”

Wei Qingyi sat on one side.

Xia Ji got straight to the point and said: "Don't pretend to be stupid with me, where did you get such a big anger, why do you want to hide it?"

Wei Qingyi gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone has their own secrets, is it difficult for the Holy Son to be strong?"

Xia Ji shook his head: "Then what will happen if I tell my master about this?"

Wei Qingyi showed a pleading look at this time: "Holy Son, it's not that I don't say anything about this matter, but that I must keep it secret, otherwise..."

Xia Ji said: "Okay, you use the sword again in front of me, use your real sword moves, not the moves that hide the sword of a thousand and one frosts, and I'll let you go when you're done." ”

Wei Qingyi was helpless, so he could only dance in the courtyard with a sword.

Xia Ji observed carefully.

Then he suddenly asked, "You know the grudge, right?"

Wei Qingyi's eyes flashed with a vague surprise, and then he calmed down and said, "I know, Mr. Ji Jing's "Notes on the Grass Hall" recorded it, and I was fortunate to read it. ”

Xia Ji caught the change in his eyes, then nodded, signaling that he could leave.

Then he recalls what he had just observed.

For one, this sword move is a simple killing move, most likely an abbreviated version of a complex version.

Second, Wei Qingyi had a dark evil aura on his body, which he seemed to have seen somewhere, and it was his sensitivity to this trace of evil qi that made him aware of the problem.

Rubbing his forehead, Xia Ji recalled carefully.

The afternoon sun penetrates the bamboo shadow, and the shadow is more than enough, and a well is mottled and brightened.

"Well?!"

Xia Ji suddenly had the impression that it was something he had seen in the black egg on the fourth layer of the Cloud Heart Pavilion.

The charcoal corpse burning with black fire, with its mouth wide open in despair, but unable to make any sound, then touches the "carriage model", and the model expands and becomes a car for people to sit in.

Then the charcoal corpse turned into a black horse and pulled the carriage and jumped into the unknown deep well.

Wei Qingyi of the Northern Liangzhou Holy Hall just now had the smell of charcoal corpses on his body, which was very thin, but he had seen it himself, so he could detect it.

The Son meditates.

A possibility was quickly sketched out.

This Wei Qingyi is a traitor who serves the curse.

He killed people to sacrifice somewhere, to destroy the source of dragon qi somewhere, just like the Dajinguang Temple of Red Lotus Mountain before.

The curse could not enter the range of the dragon's strong qi, so a traitor was dispatched to carry it out.

And the black carriage that jumped into the deep well was an invitation to adultery.

But if Gong Jiu is also a traitor.

So...

Is there a hierarchy of rape?

Anyway, he would stay in the sanctuary for a few days, so Xia Ji decided to explore and make a reconnaissance for the future "Hades Arrival".

Afternoon.

Xia Ji called Han Cicada and asked his entourage, the weakest follower, to show him the exercises of "One Hundred One" and "Three Yang True Tips".

Then quite a few comments were made.

Han Cicada felt a lot, and took advantage of this opportunity to hurriedly return and digest the guidance of the Holy Son behind closed doors.

After she left, Xia Ji played a set of punches and kicks to move her muscles and bones, and then began to wait for the night.

At dinner, Wei Qingyi did not appear, and the canteen was discussing the matter of "the Holy Son and Senior Brother Wei's martial arts competition" during the day.

Most people admit Xia Ji's strength.

But there are always some voices that are not very harmonious, especially the senior brothers, who will say things like "it's a pity that the heart is not good" and "that is, the headquarters has a lot of resources".

Although Xia Ji is still the Great Perfection of the True Yuan Realm, he has already been able to face the Truth Realm and be hard and strong, so he is actually not in the same circle as these junior brothers and sisters of the True Yuan Realm Xiaocheng and Dacheng.

After he came, these voices were all gone, and the disciples only dared to discuss behind their backs.

Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

After Xia Ji dined, he said that he would rest early, and then returned to the other courtyard.

Then I saw the door of the small courtyard open, and the black shadow flew out.

He walked in the holy hall in the night, the red lantern he was holding tall had a faint glow, some of the walking disciples were still practicing at night, and some of them had gone to the bustling area of Seven Waters City to hang out.

Following the route identified earlier, Xia Ji came to the independent courtyard where Wei Qingyi lived.

Wei Qingyi is an elite disciple who is fancied, so he lives independently, and as for some other ordinary disciples, they live together, but men and women are separated.

Xia Ji waited patiently, he stood against the wall, and no movement around him could escape his senses.

It's like a big sensor cover, fastened around here.

At midnight.

The church was quiet, only cicadas chirping and frogs chirping, and the streets outside were not noisy.

But there was no movement in the small courtyard.

Xia Ji frowned, could it be that he made a mistake?

No, it should just be a coincidence that the timing of your own exploration may not be coincidental.

Playing a game won't produce copies every day, let alone the people of the underworld who rape the mission?