Duan Wuya looked ahead in a daze, and there was still a faint red mark on the white cheeks of the fairy girl, which made Duan Wuya's heart ache.

What made him even more heartbroken was that at this time, Huaxian had already stood behind others, and could only look at him with helpless eyes.

Of course, Duan Wuya didn't blame her, he understood that when facing a threat to her life, this was her last resort, as if the little junior sister was also tied aside at this time.

At this time, Wuya's injuries had been simply bandaged, and he was brought back to the Divine Soldier Gate, and Xu Jia and the others were sitting in front of him.

Song Jian had a wound on his right arm cut by the Blue Bone Sword, which was also bandaged at this time, but the injury was still not light.

Seeing that Duan Wuya was tied up and brought up, he immediately stepped forward with a sneer and kicked Duan Wuya in the stomach.

"Ahh

Duan Wuya's injuries were not light at all, and he suddenly screamed in pain this time, but Song Jian just sneered: "Now that you know that you are calling, weren't you very capable earlier?"

After saying that, he gave Duan Wuya another kick, and the latter suddenly screamed miserably.

"Alright, bring him up. Xu Jia opened his mouth to stop Song Jian's movements, and said in his mouth.

Song Jian didn't say a word about Duan Wuya, and slipped him in front of Xu Jia, so he just wrote the two "flattery" on his face: "Mr. Xu, people are here." ”

Song Anjing could only watch speechlessly, while Song Jian had already let himself go, completely ignoring his niece's opinion.

Xu Jia was still playing with the Blue Bone Sword in his hand, it was indeed as sharp, hard, and tough as rumored, and it was a rare divine sword.

But if that's it, there is still a big gap between it and the Blue Bone Sword in Xu Jia's impression.

As the best weapon of the Qingyu Clan, the Blue Bone Weapon has a similar property to the White Jade Bone, that is, excellent energy conduction.

However, the Blue Bone Sword was in Xu Jia's hand, but it did not show this characteristic, as if there was some kind of force hindering him.

Xu Jia turned his head to look at the painting immortal, and pointed to the green bone sword in his hand: "What's the matter?"

The painting fairy girl was very smart, and immediately understood what Xu Jia meant, and said in a low voice: "Green bones have spirits, and things with masters will naturally reject outsiders." ”

Duan Wuya, who was sitting on the side, suddenly his eyes lit up, he already had the heart of death, and he didn't think that he could live for a long time, he only hoped that the divine soldiers would not fall into the hands of the enemy.

"Who are you fooling? How did I not know that the Blue Bone Weapon has this property?"

Xu Jia said with a puzzled expression, then thrust the green bone sword into the ground and kicked twice at the sword.

"Why don't you resist?"

The scene was a little weirdly quiet, even Zhou Yang and the others, seeing a divine soldier being ruined like this by Xu Jia, maybe only the word "egg pain" could accurately describe their mood.

Only Xu Jia himself didn't care much, and there were not many green bone weapons he had seen in his previous life.

When the strength of the players becomes stronger and stronger, and gradually some players organize to enter the Three Ancient Star Domains, the green bone weapon has become a trend, and the presidents of several major player guilds have almost one each.

There are indeed some strange things about the blue bone weapon, but to say that the weapon itself has a spirit, it is still far from it.

Candle Jiu said unhurriedly on the side: "The green bone is the natal bone of a person, and of course a person can have a spirit when he is alive. ”

The delicate look on the fairy girl's face stiffened slightly, and she noticed Candle Jiu at this time, and even more noticed that she was different.

"If you're dead, you're gone, right?" Xu Jia somewhat understood, and his gaze had already turned to the painting immortal.

Most of the people of the Qingyu clan are mentally sensitive and can sense the emotions of others, but what the painting immortal senses at this time is a very pure killing intent.

This feeling is very strange, because when a person is born with murderous intent, it is often accompanied by a lot of negative emotions, such as anger, sadness, unwillingness, and greed......

But Xu Jia didn't have anything on him, as if he just wanted to kill himself, which was as common as eating and drinking.

This feeling made the painting immortal, who had always been calm, suddenly feel a little chill, and hurriedly said: "The sword of the spirit is naturally stronger than the dead, if Mr. does not dislike it...... The painting fairy is willing to follow Mr. ”

After saying this, the painting fairy stood up, and his delicate face was so moving, it was the image of the facial features that could arouse people's desire to protect it the most.

Duan Wuya closed his eyes in pain, he was very reluctant to see the next scene, the pain was eating at his heart little by little.

"The most wasteful family with the surname painting!" Xu Jia shook his head when he heard this, and looked at Candle Jiudao, "Do you want it?"

There are many clans within the Qingyu Clan, and their respective abilities are biased.

Clans like "Candle" are stronger in mental ability, not only can they easily perceive the hostility of others, but they can also make others subtly submit to themselves.

Candle Jiu's indifferent appearance on weekdays is actually deliberately restraining this power.

In contrast, the "painting" people are very ordinary in terms of spirit.

Painting immortals even charm Duan Wuya is so young, they have to use the means of erotic suggestion, and it is useless to meet Xu Jia.

Their strength was actually flesh and blood healing, and it was precisely because of this that Duan Wuya had recovered so quickly from his previous injuries.

However, such an ability is not very useful for the warrior, who often fights with a single hit, and there is no room for healing at all.

If you can get away with it, the recovery ability of the martial artist itself will not be much worse than this treatment.

Hearing Xu Jia's evaluation, the painting fairy couldn't help gritting his teeth slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with this evaluation, but he didn't dare to refute it, but he was a little coquettish.

Ordinary people with average mental power may be affected by her, but it's a pity that people like Xu Jia are completely hard-hearted, and he has the blood of the Mafa law, so he doesn't take it seriously at all.

And Candle Jiu glanced at the painting fairy: "Make up the number of people." ”

She had already told Xu Jia that she needed at least fifty Qingyu people to promote her growth. Although Xu Jia's clan is a little disdainful, he can be regarded as a clansman.

So Xu Jia nodded, picked up the green bone sword in his hand again, and looked at the painting immortal.

Without waiting for him to speak, the painting immortal already understood what this meant, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Xu, the green bone cannot be truncated if it has already recognized the master, unless it ...... We renew a stronger compact. ”

The appearance of Candle Nine gave the painting fairy a strong sense of crisis, and she realized that she could really die here.

Xu Jia didn't fully believe her words, but just looked at Candle Nine again. Xu Jia didn't know much about these details within the Qingyu clan.

Candle Jiu thought for a while and said, "That's what it means, that's right. They connect spirits with blood, and you must sacrifice more blood. ”

"How much blood do you need?" Xu Jia didn't rush to agree, but asked again.

He is sensitive to blood, as he knows a lot of special sorcery that requires the blood of the enemy as a medium.

"The two of us combined, as long as we have more than the last contract...... That's about one-third of the blood in a normal person's body. The painting fairy said.

This amount of blood is a bit amazing for ordinary people, but the martial artist's own hematopoietic ability is very strong, and the impact is not very great.

So Xu Jia nodded, didn't know where to get a syringe, pricked his finger, and pulled out a drop of blood.

"The rest of you out. Xu Jia pulled out the needle of the syringe and destroyed it, then handed it to the painting fairy and said.

Hua Xian took the syringe in a daze, looked at the less than half a milliliter of blood in it, and was suddenly a little dumbfounded.