Chapter Fifty-Three: Prestigious

Brian calmed his face and said seriously: "Your current situation is very strange, it seems that you can't draw your sword casually, it's too dangerous." ”

Of course, Jin Sheng knew that it was dangerous, not only dangerous, but also the cost of drawing a sword.

But at this moment, he couldn't think about the so-called price of drawing his sword.

He stumbled and struggled to get up, even forgetting to pull out the two swords inserted in his waist and abdomen, allowing the movement to tear the wound, and the pain could not erase the shock in his heart at the moment.

He swallowed his saliva, along with the cold rain in his mouth, and looked at Brian as if he were looking at a monster: "You...... Who the hell is it?"

He suddenly remembered that when this little corpse demon rescued him, it seemed that he had put his iris sword into its sheath as it did now......

At that time, he was not very sane, and he thought that he had barely returned to the sheath at the last moment.

Now combined with the scene in front of me.

It turned out to be sheathed twice...... It's all done by this little corpse!

Jinsheng was a little messy.

Bai Lian frowned and stretched out his hand, pulled out the two swords at his waist for him, threw them on the messy ground, turned his head to look at Lin Guiyuan and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Lin, do you have medicine here?" ”

In this strange place, among this group of strange humans, the only one he could believe in was Lin Guiyuan.

Lin Guiyuan was stunned, and then hurriedly said: "He...... He was hurt a lot...... Very heavy, ordinary...... Drugs...... It shouldn't work, I'...... I'm going to find the mountain father. ”

As he spoke, a thick mist emanated from his body, and the mist enveloped his figure and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Brian smiled.

At this moment, everyone finally reacted from the shock and looked at Brian with an incredible and flattering look.

They hadn't forgotten who this dignified Heavenly Seal's thirteenth sword was for.

Everyone thought it was a little unbelievable.

A dignified generation of famous swords, they would actually deign to get acquainted with a little person who was just seeking the Tao.

The style of the Heavenly Seal Sword Sect is really very understandable.

However, shock is shock, now the noble man is close in front of him, and looking at his appearance is quite troublesome and seriously injured, it is a good opportunity to show his skills.

You can't let that stupid boy take all the credit alone.

Before the wetness of someone's crotch could be treated, he jumped out immediately.

He smiled flatteringly: "Kite...... Lord Jinsheng's injury is so serious, the villain has a good healing pill here, which can be used by Lord Jinsheng. ”

Suddenly, someone also realized it, and looked at this guy who was scared to pee his pants with disdain.

"What kind of elixir can a little Qianyun Sect produce, I have it, I have it, Lord Jinsheng, I see that your breath is unstable, your spiritual power is turbulent, you must have suffered extremely serious internal injuries, I have a thousand-year-old spirit ginseng here, which can strengthen the foundation and cultivate the yuan, which is of great help to internal injuries. ”

The man smiled, unceremoniously squeezed the guy who peed his pants, took out a brocade box and said.

One by one, the concern is revealed, the love is sincere, and it is not cold at all.

Jin Sheng finally stopped looking at Bailian and forcibly put away the complicated shock in his heart.

Immediately, among the pale lips and teeth, a contemptuous sneer sounded: "Lord Jinsheng, my name is also worthy of being called by you?"

Covered in blood, his breath was extremely weak, and his seriously injured body was like a dying tiger.

But at the moment when he simply lifted his eyes, a touch of coldness and coldness was close to people's hearts!

The stabbing made the people fall backwards one after another.

He took two steps forward, kicked the two blackened and rain-soaked corpses, and sneered: "I heard you say with my own ears that these two people are your role models, and you should study and spread them well, huh?"

A soft hum made everyone tremble fiercely.

That Meng Gongzi is still a character, although there is respect in his eyes, but he doesn't have much flattery, just keeps smiling bitterly.

He has always been good at words, and when Jinsheng's identity was exposed, he didn't say a word more, but kept stroking the dust between his arms.

Jin Sheng covered the bleeding wound with his hand, his face did not show much pain, and he sneered even more: "And you." ”

His eyes wandered, and he looked at the young man who had threatened to give away the spirit ginseng.

"I clearly remember that you said that you would engrave the names of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang on your sword as an offering?"

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth, and said with a smile: "I think this is a very good idea, these two people are from the other side of the sea, if you enshrine the names of these two people on your sword, you must not have to go out of this mountain realm, because our sect master knows about your rebellious behavior, no matter where you hide, he will not let you go." ”

Jin Sheng looked at him with a kind of pity: "Be proud, there are not many people who can become the target of our sect master personally." ”

Hearing this, the man was immediately frightened, and the precious spirit ginseng in his hand fell to the ground.

He knelt on the ground with a thud and kowtowed vigorously and said: "The villain should be damned! The villain has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai! The blame is only for me, a mortal with the naked eye, who can't distinguish between truth and falsehood, and mistakenly thinks that the evil demon is orthodox, it's really damned!"

Jin Sheng is obviously quite an atmospheric character, and he snorted coldly and didn't make any more trouble.

Bai Lian glanced at him lightly, there was not much emotion in his eyes that were always as gentle as water, and he slowly said calmly: "Since you yourself feel that you deserve to die, what are you hesitating about, the sword is at your waist." ”

As soon as these words came out, Jin Sheng was stunned.

Then he sneered, and if he had to cover the wound with his hand, he would have to clap his hands.

"Yes, yes, the sword is in your hand, it's rare for you to have this awareness, and it's not bad to do it yourself. ”

The man was about to burst into tears, glaring at Brian with resentment.

But at this moment, where did he dare to show half of his dissatisfaction, so he had to kowtow harder, blood flowed down his forehead, and he kept begging for mercy in his mouth: "I hope the adults don't remember the villain!!"

Obviously, this person does not have the consciousness of self-judgment.

Soon, Lin Guiyuan took the medicine, gave it to Jinsheng, and then sat it under a tree.

Although Jin Sheng treats everyone with a very stinky face, he is also very polite to those who are kind to him.

Restrained his pride, thanked him and sat down under the tree and began to breathe.

Where did everyone dare to touch its moldy head at this time, and they scattered like birds and beasts.

Looking at Jin Sheng, who was resting and recuperating from his injuries under the tree, at this moment, his entire right hand holding the sword was torn by the sword qi and was dripping with blood, and the wound was deep and bone-invisible.

Obviously, this time the sword drawing caused him more than ten times more serious damage than the last time.

Even though the sword had been unsheathed at this moment, he had no bloody arm covered by clothing, and the bright red crack did not show signs of improvement under the medicine that Lin Guiyuan gave him, but slowly continued to crack and spread.