Chapter 51: Don't Cry, I'm Here

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There was a strong atmosphere of sabre-rattling in the palace of the eighth peak, and sitting in the first place was a middle-aged man with silver hair and a ruddy complexion, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes, as if he had seen through the love and hatred in the world.

He sat there as a still, motionless sword, like a sword, and the sword incarnate.

To his left sat a young man from the early stage of the realm, tall and handsome, but the smile on his lips was a little evil. At a glance, people feel that he is a sinister villain with a deep city, and he should not have a deep friendship with him.

And to the right of the silver-haired man sat a man with a resolute face and eyes like knives, he exuded a faint evil intent on his body, and he should have practiced by killing.

Below the three of them, there were more than a dozen people, among whom Sword Eighty-Seven and Sword Eighty-Six were there, and there was also a Yang madman with a vicious light in his eyes. Others were fierce and majestic, especially the old woman with only one arm, who had already become the center of attention when she stood there.

In front of everyone gathered Mu Xiyu, who was kneeling with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth and half of his face swollen. She raised her head proudly, her clear eyes full of stubbornness.

"Senior Brother Jiansan, that's the way it is. I was sincere, but I didn't expect Senior Sister Mu to misunderstand my kindness, and I didn't appreciate it, but I actually spoke disrespectfully to my father. It's okay for me to be humiliated, but my father's dignity is not to be blasphemed by any lowly woman. ā€

The young man sitting on the high seat narrowed his eyes, and a fierce cold light appeared from the narrow slit in his eyes.

"Nonsense, you're simply turning black and white upside down. Jian Eighty-Seven stepped forward and scolded proudly, "Don't think that if you are an envoy from the Shenwu Empire, you can make a big deal on our eighth peak, this is not a place where you can be wild and arrogant." ā€

"Oh, then you mean that you are the only one on this eighth peak who can humiliate our Spirit Realm Ancestor, and we can only bear it silently?"

A disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and he glanced at Jian Eighty-Seven and pouted, looking down on him a little.

"It is said that the disciples on the eighth peak are all sword wizards, the unity of human and sword, and the cultivation of the emperor-level combat technique 'Heavenly Sword Technique'. But today, it's just like that, and what kind of human sword is not vulnerable in the face of absolute power. There's no right for you to speak here, get out of the way. ā€

"Not good, very bad. It stinks when you speak, so you'd better don't open your mouth. Sword Eighty-Six looked at his right hand, and the five golden rings shone brightly.

"Presumptuous. ā€

The one-armed old woman snorted lightly, only took half a step, and a soft energy pushed out. Jian Eighty-Seven and Sword Eighty-Six's expressions changed sharply, and they took more than ten steps back one after another, slamming into the stone pillar and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of their mouths.

"Two senior brothers, please don't stand up for me again, I will bear the right and wrong by myself. Mu Xiyu gritted her teeth, her face showed begging, she didn't want to implicate the two senior brothers.

"Granny Shadow, you've gone a little too far. ā€

As soon as the silver-haired man on the high position raised his head, the entire hall trembled, and all the momentum instantly condensed into a sword, and with a slight slash, everyone's hearts were shocked, and even the one-armed shadow mother-in-law frowned slightly, and asked with an unkind face: "What does this mean by Senior Brother Jiansan?"

Jian San's eyes were calm, he glanced at the old woman and said: "You are envoys from the Shenwu Empire, you are distinguished guests, and it is our honor to select ten kendo geniuses from our sword academy to enter the sword king's tomb, and it is also the fate of those disciples." But in the Sword Academy, we have not yet reached the point of groveling, if you persecute it repeatedly, the old man can only regret to ask you to leave. ā€

"Third junior brother of the sword, don't be rash. The quota for entering the Sword King's Tomb this time is very important to our Sword Academy, as long as one person can step into the grave land, the Shenwu Empire will reward a Chong Ling Pill. You know the value of the Chong Spirit Pill better than me, even Elder Yun in our Sword Academy can't refine it. ā€

Jian San smiled lightly, and still said calmly: "I understand what Senior Brother Yang Hao means, but the disciples of our Eighth Peak all use swords to prove their own Dao, and they don't need to use the Chong Spirit Pill to step into the Spirit Realm. As for what Senior Brother Yang thinks, I don't care, I only know that even if the disciple of the Eighth Peak is wrong, it is not wrong. Whoever it's fault, it's not our fault anyway. ā€

At the end of these words, the aura on his body suddenly boiled, and the sound of thousands of swords sounded in his body. The young man at the beginning of the realm on the left had a change in his face, but a figure appeared beside him to resist the aura emitted by Jian San.

"Third Senior Brother of the Sword Realm, what do you mean by this?" Yang Hao stood up, stared at him fiercely, and said with murderous intent, "It's just a disciple of the fifth stage of the Pulse Realm, our Sword Academy can cultivate many as long as we spend a little more resources, but a Chong Spirit Pill can create a Spirit Realm powerhouse." Not to mention just one female disciple, even ten hundred such female disciples are worth sacrificing. ā€

"Hahaha, it's kind of interesting, it's so interesting. What kind of virtue does this Senior Sister Mu have, how can she actually let the Eighth Peak be maintained like this. Hmph, isn't it just a woman, I can't remember how much I played, since the third senior brother of the sword is defending it, then stay here. The Sword Academy has nothing to wait for, and when the master of the courtyard comes out, he will ask Senior Brother Yang to confess to his old man on our behalf. Granny Shadow, let's go, there is nothing else in this world, there are many geniuses. ā€

"The playboy is also angry, the master of the courtyard is about to be released, or the old man will immediately go to the first peak to call him out, and the matter will definitely give the playboy an explanation. ā€

Yang Hao hurriedly clenched his fists and said, the disciples on the eighth peak all showed contempt, for a disciple of the Sword Academy who rushed to the Spirit Pill and was in the half-step Spirit Realm, he actually curried favor with a kid in the early stage of the Realm Realm.

"Senior Brother Yang doesn't have to bother anymore and takes his leave. ā€

The playboy was about to leave with a flick of his hand, but the palace gate was suddenly thrust with a bang. Everyone was surprised to see what kind of person was so powerful that he was spreading wild on the eighth peak.

A man and a pig walked in calmly.

Qin Ling saw at a glance Mu Xiyu, who was kneeling on the ground, his face full of unyielding Mu Xiyu. The flawless face was already puffy, but there was no fear in the eyes.

At the second glance, he saw Sword Eighty-Seven and Sword Eighty-Six also standing aside with their injuries, and they were furious. At the third glance, he saw the man who had not yet put down his fist, and that person gave him a feeling of strength. The fourth eye fell on the silver-haired man, and the aura on his body was also a little strong. The fifth eye fell on the one-armed old woman, and her brow furrowed.

His gaze swept around and finally fell on the arrogant young man, who stared at him as if he were a clown.

"Senior Brother Qin. ā€

Jian Eighty-Seven shouted, but was stopped by Qin Ling. He walked straight to Mu Xiyu's side and took out a few healing elixirs from the storage bag.

Mu Xiyu suddenly burst into tears, and then poured out, all the unyielding and stubborn disappeared in front of Qin Ling. She has a stomach full of grievances, and a stomach full of unwillingness to tell Qin Ling.

"Don't cry, I'm here. ā€

A short sentence that gives a powerful force. Mu Xiyu immediately wiped her tears with her sleeve and nodded.

Seeing Mu Xiyu burst into tears, an endless killing intent grew in Qin Ling's heart. He likes Mu Xiyu, and whenever he thinks of such a woman in the eighth peak, his heart is full of indescribable sweetness.

This kind of feeling was not tasted at all in the previous life, practice, ruthless and unrighteous, fighting with others, fighting with the sky, stepping on the white bones of the forest step by step into the extraordinary sanctification.

In his previous life, he had no parents, no lovers, and only a sword that had accompanied him for thousands of years.

In this life, he knew that there was still love in the world.

For the sake of his beloved, he can do anything, including killing, killing many people.

"Don't cry, I'm here. ā€

Qin Ling said again, then gently picked up Mu Xiyu and sent him to Jian Eighty-seven.

"Senior Brother Qin, don't be impulsive. Sword Eighty-Seven whispered worriedly.

Everyone knows that Qin Ling's cultivation has been sealed, even if he is not sealed in front of so many strong people, he is as weak as a scholar with the power to bind chickens.

Qin Ling turned around and looked at the playboy: "Which hand you hit, chop off that hand yourself." I'll spare you a dog's life and let you leave the Sword Courtyard alive. ā€

The eyes of the people in the room widened, this Senior Brother Qin was very domineering, even if his cultivation was sealed, that look, that aura was simply domineering, and he regarded everyone as nothing.

"Even if you are a high-level alchemist, you have to kneel down and kowtow in front of our son. ā€

A woman in the middle of the realm beside the playboy snorted lightly, and took a step forward and raised her hand to suppress Qin Ling. But a black shadow burst out, and a mouth suddenly manifested a huge bloody mouth, and with a grunt, it actually swallowed a mid-realm master alive in front of everyone's eyes.

"Damn, I'm scared to death Brother Pig. Where did this group of idiots come from, and they dared to go wild in Brother Pig's eighth peak. Qin boy, don't care which two hundred and fifty born he is, just slap him to death. Dare to beat a woman, it is simply the garbage of the world, a moth among men, despicable and shameless, it is the evil of eight generations of ancestors who gave birth to such a sinister species. ā€

The narcissistic pig became more and more eloquent, it felt that there was a wisp of murderous aura condensed into itself, turned its head to look at the one-armed old woman, and suddenly roared with an unhappy face: "What do you see, you crippled old witch, you don't have a good cultivation at home when you are old, who can you scare when you run out." It doesn't matter if you're ugly, but it's your fault to run out in broad daylight and be scary. ā€

The old woman, who had been cultivating for hundreds of years, turned red with anger, and her whole body trembled.

The narcissistic pig slipped behind Qin Ling this time, stretched out the pig's head and shouted arrogantly: "With my brother here, you guys are all hair." ā€