Chapter 40: Sword Hunting Conference
Li Qingyao and the others all looked at Wu Jiuzhong with disappointed expressions.
How many of you fell into such a dangerous situation in order to take you back to the sect to find the elders to heal your injuries, but you lay on the ground and pretended to be dead and only cared about your own escape?
Bo Xianyingfa stared at Wu Jiuzhong, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Boy, the pill on your body is good!"
"So quickly, the deep sword wound was completely healed, and there was not a trace to be seen!"
"At least it's a Xuan-level elixir, right? hand it over, and I'll leave you a whole corpse!"
The second black and the third black eyes lit up when they heard this.
Xuan-level elixir! That's a life-saving treasure at a critical moment!
There are not many of these kinds of babies on the three of them, and they are all some low-grade pills.
The Xuan-level elixir on this kid's body, we're going to decide!
The second black and the third black tightened the weapon in their hands a little, and the idea of killing people and snatching treasures quietly rose.
Wu Jiuzhong stared at the three of them and frowned slightly, especially after noticing the corpses of the Huang family on the ground, his heart became more and more cautious.
The three martial artists are indeed a little troublesome, and they don't know their specific strength and means yet.
The saying that people become old and refined is absolutely true, and they must deal with it with the spirit of 12 points!
The old fox in his own house has taught himself many times in this regard, and he has suffered a lot.
It doesn't matter if you're alone!
If you don't agree with each other, you will start fighting, and the bloody sword will only fight,
Besides, even if you can't beat it, you can still escape!
But in the current situation, Li Qingyao and the others have no power to resist, and if they are taken as hostages, it will be even more difficult for them to deal with!
Hei Lao Er raised the nine-ring big knife in his hand and pointed at Wu Jiuzhong: "Boy, hurry up and hand over the Xuan-level elixir on your body!
"Are you stupid? Dozens of years old people have eaten in the stomach of dogs?"
Wu Jiuzhong looked disdainful: "When the Xuan-level elixir is a roadside cabbage, Young Master Ben only has one, and he has already eaten it!"
The second black man was furious, and wanted to refute but found that what the other party said seemed to be quite reasonable, and he couldn't find the words to refute it for a while.
He held back for a long time, and his face turned red: "Little thing, you still dare to scold me?"
The black old man on the side smiled and said, "Jie Ji...... If the kid had taken the initiative to offer the elixir before, maybe our Black Lion Sanxiong would have spared your life, but now......"
"What!"
Wu Jiuzhong's eyes widened and he exclaimed, pretending to know their identities: "You are the three black lions?"
As he spoke, he hurriedly took out the yellow-level spirit sword, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and pointed at several people.
Wu Jiuzhong's face turned pale and his pupils contracted, and he played the expression of fear just right, one point less is not enough, and one point is too much.
"Clear ...... Senior Sister Qingyao, are you alright?"
Wu Jiu asked without replying, but anyone could hear his voice trembling.
Seeing this, the second black child was immediately happy and laughed.
"Little thing, didn't you scold me just now? Why did you become so scared when you heard Uncle Ben's name? haha......
Wu Jiuzhong barely squeezed out a smile: "Front...... Seniors, misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!"
Bo Xian Yingfa stared at the sword in Wu Jiuzhong's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly: "This yellow-level spirit sword of yours is the sword on the Ten Thousand Swords Peak?"
"Seniors have good eyesight!" Wu Jiuzhong complimented.
The second black brother looked puzzled: "This sword looks no different from other yellow-level spirit swords, how does the eldest brother know that it is the sword on the Ten Thousand Swords Peak?"
Bo Xianying said lightly: "This sword has a sense of vicissitudes after endless years of tempering, which is unique to the sword on Ten Thousand Swords Peak, and it is also something that other refiners can't imitate!"
Bo Xianyingfa looked at Wu Jiuzhong, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes: "I didn't expect that this kid of yours would be able to pull out a yellow-level high-grade spirit sword on Ten Thousand Swords Peak!"
"The seniors praised it falsely!"
Wu Jiuzhong climbed the pole and said with a smile: "Thank you seniors for the compliment!"
Bo Xianying snorted coldly, and Hei Laosan said with a smile: "Half a month later, it will be the ten-year sword search conference of the Sword Feather Sect, when the Sword Feather Sect will be opened, and all sword cultivators can climb the Ten Thousand Swords Peak to find the spirit sword, this time the eldest brother will definitely be able to pull out the Xuan-level spirit sword!"
"I hope so!" said Bo Xianyingfa with a nod.
"The senior's kendo attainments are far superior to me, and he will definitely be able to pull out the spirit sword in the sword hunting conference!" Wu Jiuzhong continued to compliment.
Li Ling, Song Xiaoxiao, and Su Yaxuan all looked at Wu Jiuzhong with disdain.
Li Qingyao was even more angry, and her beautiful eyes were full of anger.
I really misjudged him!
I thought he was special, and I had a good impression of him before, but I didn't expect him to be the same!
Bo Xianyingfa glanced at Wu Jiuzhong, and his face softened slightly: "Although you kid is very good at talking, I still have to kill you! If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck!"
"Seniors spare their lives!"
Wu Jiuzhong hurriedly begged for mercy, gritted his teeth and continued: "Actually, I still have a Xuan-level high-grade elixir, I am willing to sacrifice it to my seniors, I just ask my seniors to spare my life!"
"What?" the three black lions were all shocked when they heard this.
They stared at Wu Jiuzhong, their eyes full of greed.
Xuan-level high-grade elixir, our third brother has only heard of it for so many years, and it is a treasure that makes the powerhouses of the Martial Sect Realm crazy when they see it!
Bo Xianying said lightly: "The second and third, kill him!
"Seniors wait!"
Wu Jiuzhong said with a serious face: "That pill is not on me now, you will definitely not be able to find it if you kill me!"
"Bastard boy, you dare to fool us!" the second black man was furious.
Wu Jiuzhong explained: "Senior, don't worry, although the elixir is not on me, I can take you to get it!"
"Where's the elixir?" asked Bo Xianying in a deep voice.
Wu Jiuzhong shook his head and said with a smile: "Didn't the seniors start to talk to me? Actually, even if I tell the seniors where the pill is, you won't be able to get it!"
"Full of nonsense!" Bo Xianying said angrily.
"Well, I'll tell you the truth!"
Wu Jiuzhong's face was painful: "Actually, that Xuan-level high-grade pill is the ancestral treasure of our martial family, my grandfather was seriously injured back then, and he was not willing to eat it! Now I am willing to sacrifice it to you as a last resort to save my life! Moreover, there are many organs in that place, and you can easily get the pill with me leading the way." ”
"This kid is deceitful, don't be gullible!"
Bo Xianyingfa stared at Wu Jiu and said in a deep voice.
"Big brother listen to me!"
Hei Laosan sneered: "Regardless of whether what this kid said is true or not, it is a Xuan-level high-grade elixir, and it is worth our trip!"
"Besides, in the hands of my Hei San, he can't turn over any tricks!" Hei Laosan said confidently.
"Yes, big brother!"
The second black child also said loudly: "Let the third child poison him, let's take him to find the elixir! If it is true, spare his life, and if it is fake, cut him with a thousand knives to vent the hatred in his heart!"
Wu Jiuzhong knew that the second half of the sentence was said to himself, so he immediately packed the ticket: "Senior, rest assured, I will definitely get the pill to give to my senior!"
Bo Xianying's brows furrowed and he was silent.
Although he still had a little pimple in his heart, he finally chose to trust the poison of the black third: "The third child, you must be cautious!
Hei Lao San said with a smile: "Big brother, don't worry, can't you believe my poison?"
He looked at Wu Jiuzhong and sneered: "Actually, I have poisoned this kid a long time ago!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed: "Pour!"