Huo Mian left with his sword, Ruan Jing looked Wei Qiqi up and down, as if he knew him for the first time, and sighed: "He is also right and wrong, this is also right and wrong, whoever is sharp in the sword, who is in charge, this is really good, did you think of it?"

The praised party was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "Well, there is a local saying in the mountains, the fist is hard to reason, when I was a child, I argued with my father, and that's how he taught me." By the way, that Senior Brother Huo, is there anyone behind it?"

"You want to touch him?"

Wei Qiqi hurriedly denied it, "No, I don't have this plan, but people can't forget their roots, Senior Brother Huo...... I have too much heart, I always have to do a thing or two for the fairy capital. ”

"This time Huo Mian dealt with the Xiandu faction, there are the Five Elements Sect and Qin Zijie behind him to support him, among the seven factions of the side branches, the Pingyuan faction has always been friendly with the Five Elements Sect, and the heads of the Xuantong faction and the Yuxu faction are from the Five Elements Sect, Qin Zijie plans to drive out Xi Huzi, let Huo Mian take charge of the Xiandu, and then leave and right the seven factions of the side branches. If you can help Xi Huzi keep the position of the head, you can be regarded as worthy of Xiandu, as for the rest, it is best not to get involved. ”

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Wei Qiqi heard the sound of the words, and he thought very deeply, the sword debate in Chixia Valley involved the game between the Kunlun lineages, and Ruan Jing hoped that he would break up the relationship with the immortal capital and stay out of the matter. He sighed a little, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and Kunlun is no exception, those dirty deeds of intrigue are not qualified to participate at his level.

Ruan Jing was stunned, suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, you are now a disciple of the Kunlun Imperial Sword Sect, you can't even catch Huo Mian's sword, but he is merciful, and he hasn't urged the Five Elements Sword Qi yet." It's okay in normal times, but if you make a big mess when discussing the sword, it will damage the reputation of the Sword Sect!"

Wei Qiqi was speechless, he urged the Dan Fire to wash and refine the Tibetan Snow Sword, and exhausted the true yuan in his body, otherwise he would not be so embarrassed.

"Yesterday, I saw you refining the flying sword, and you stopped before you finished it, what's going on?"

"The true element is insufficient, and there is no way to continue!"

Ruan Jing nodded, "It turns out that durability is not good......

Wei Qiqi was so choked that he couldn't speak, and opened his mouth several times to fight back, but he endured it again.

Ruan Jing flicked his fingers, and a thumb-sized pill flew into his palm, the color was like Wu Dan, bright red.

"It's ......"

"Qiankun One Qi Pill, take one, it is worth several months of hard cultivation for you, and it is enough to support you to refine the flying sword. The sword of Chixia Valley is in these few days, don't waste time. ”

Wei Qiqi pinched it between his fingers and looked at it, threw the Qiankun One Qi Pill into his mouth, and swallowed it with his neck straight. A stream of heat erupted like a torrent, sweeping through his body in an instant, and he felt like a balloon that was constantly expanding, ready to explode to pieces at any moment.

The vitality is flowing in the meridians, rushing into the acupoints, condensing into the yuan liquid, and the demon pill is like a dry earth, getting the yuan liquid to nourish, and beginning to feed back the true yuan. Wei Qiqi snorted, urged the demon pill, and spewed out a wisp of Dan fire from his mouth and nose, with the thickness of his little finger, and the speed of refining the flying sword suddenly increased several times.

Ruan Jing saw that he was engrossed in refining the flying sword, lightened his steps, and quietly retreated to the side, his eyes flickering, looking at the towering flowing stone peak in the northwest.

Her biological father is Yue Shuo, the younger brother of the Ziyang Daoist in Kunlun, and her biological mother is Ruan Qing, who was born in the ancient demon clan, after the two got acquainted, Ruan Qing did not hesitate to turn his back on the demon clan, and followed him wholeheartedly, and lived in seclusion with Liushi Feng, and gave birth to a daughter, from the mother's surname, with a single name Jing.

Soon after Ruan Jing was born, Kunlun suffered a great disaster, the Demon Suppression Tower fell into disrepair, the Demon Refining Pond was about to dry up, and the demons were ready to move.

The two left their infant daughter, entrusted to the senior brother before leaving, Ziyang Daoist people have pursued supreme swordsmanship all their lives, not bound by the world, but owed to the junior brother, so they made an exception to accept her as an apprentice and passed down the Qingming secret.

Ruan Jing lived up to the expectations of the people of Ziyang Dao, and after the sword technique was completed, she was able to keep the Demon Tower safe for twenty years, becoming the youngest elder in Kunlun.

The Demon Suppression Tower can hold on for a while, but it can't hold for a lifetime, and the Ziyang Dao people stepped up their layout and ordered Ruan Jing to recruit the bloodline awakened demon hybrids to deal with the upcoming great changes in heaven and earth.

Together with Wei XVII, Ruan Jing introduced a total of three people into the Kunlun sect in the name of accepting apprentices on behalf of his father, and the two senior brothers who entered the school before Wei XVII, one with the blood of the dragon, and the other with the blood of the blue bird.

Although Ruan Jing acted according to her master's instructions, she did not know the intention of the Ziyang Daoist to make such an arrangement.

Lowered his head and thought about his thoughts quietly, looked up at the clouds on the horizon, the time was quiet, and in the blink of an eye, a day passed, Ruan Jing put away his thoughts, and looked back at Wei Seventeen, he had already refined the flying sword perfectly.

At first glance, the Zangxue Sword was no different, except that the weight had been reduced a bit, and the small amount of impurities that had been left was washed and refined by the Danhuo, and the flying sword became purer, more fit, and sharper, and even Wei Qiqi was faintly afraid.

Ruan Jing took the flying sword from his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the tip of the sword pierced into the palm of his hand, and the red blood beads were sucked into the Tibetan Snow Sword, like water seeping into the dry desert, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Don't move, just for a moment!"

The wound in the palm of the palm gradually coagulated, the essence blood no longer oozing out, Ruan Jing muttered: "It doesn't seem to be enough, change to the other hand!"

Wei Qiqi stretched out his left hand and asked cautiously, "How much blood do you have to suck?"

"I can't say, it varies from person to person, but don't worry, I won't suck you dry!" Ruan Jing joked, plunging the tip of her sword into his palm again.

The Zangxue Sword absorbed enough essence blood, and the whole body was covered with a layer of faint blood light, gradually disappearing in the sword, Ruan Jing put away the sword, and said with satisfaction: "It's done, try your natal flying sword!"