"Okay, okay, hurry up and roll me up, your master's face has been lost by you" What does it mean to hate iron but not steel? Wei Chi Ying darkened his face and felt powerless.

"Brother Jiu, in my opinion, this kid is already very good. ”

"At a young age, he broke through the martial artist cultivation, and he was able to compete with the great martial artist of Yue Yatou, although there are many shortcomings, but it can be regarded as remarkable" Seeing Yu Chiying's unhappy face, Feng Buping couldn't help but be happy.

This Ninth Senior Brother is indeed not very clever in teaching his disciples.

What he believes in is "sticks out of filial piety, fists and feet out of heroes".

As long as he can't meet his requirements when practicing, it will definitely be a burst of chickens and dogs, ghosts and wolves.

"Hmph, if the jade is not cut, this kid just needs to be repaired. For the sake of your thirteenth uncle's face, spare you once. Tell me, what's the origin of your strange-shaped axe?"

In fact, in his heart, he is still very satisfied with the performance of this apprentice, at least he has opened up a lot more than before, and he really lives up to his teaching.

As if he was about to be amnestied, the hero sat up with a grunt and ran over.

"The master really has a good eye, I have this axe, but it has a lot of origin, and it took me a lot of effort to get it from a place similar to a ruin in the land of training. ”

"It is said that it was once an ancestral object worshiped by a tribe, and its name is Prison Heaven, as for what is so special? hehe...... I'm going to have to study it slowly. ”

"Anyway, I've already been recognized by this guy, don't worry, don't worry" Wei Chi Hero became more and more nervous as if offering a treasure.

Yu Chiying's eyes rolled, this guy was like being poured cold water, and he instantly wilted a lot.

Yu Chiying held the axe in one hand and swung it a few times out of thin air, in addition to the extremely heavy body of the axe, the shape was a little out of the way, as if it was easy to hurt himself if it was not used properly.

As for other places, it seems that there is some forbidden power to isolate it, and with his own cultivation, his divine sense has no way to peep, which is quite amazing.

"Fifth brother, thirteen, what do you think?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and handed the Heavenly Prison Axe to the hands of the five heroes Baili Qingyun.

"There is a spirit, there is no mediocrity hidden in this sword mound, and what we know is only the tip of the iceberg. ”

"This giant axe, known as the Prison Heaven, must have its extraordinary features. Besides, there is a powerful forbidden technique on this axe, which cannot be broken by the strength of you and me" Baili Qingyun stroked the blade of the axe.

Suddenly, a cold killing intent came from between his fingers, and he couldn't help but speak, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"This thing is quite murderous, but the hero's nature is pure and honest, which is exactly the reason for mutual complementarity. Now that it has been recognized, it is also a chance to think of it" Thinking of this, Baili Qingyun was immediately relieved.

You must know that inside the sword mound, it is a place where the soldiers are hidden that have been passed down by generations of ancestors, and it is not a place where the evil demons can hide.

Hey?

Just as several people gathered together to talk softly, the gate of the sword mound squirmed slightly, and a slightly thin voice gradually became clear.

Penknife?

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

The person in front of him is indeed a knife, and he is also the most favored one among the three of the sword shrine.

However, the knife at this time is even more miserable than the previous Wei Chi hero.

The clothes on his body were gone, and a piece of animal skin of unknown nature was simply wrapped around his waist. The left arm hung limply to one side, and blood kept dripping from between the fingers.

The body is also covered with dense blood marks, the shallow ones have scabbed, and some are deep visible bones, even the flesh and blood are rolled outward, I don't know what to stuff on the wound indiscriminately, and simply stop the blood.

Seeing that everyone was there, the knife raised his head and grinned, limping and moving, not knowing where the wound was involved, and gasped in pain.

Sou.

"It's just nonsense" Baili Qingyun's body moved slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the side of the knife and held his shoulder.

Who knows, under the urgency, the force is a little great, and the painful knife is in a cold sweat.

As the saying goes, if you care, you mess up.

Seeing the appearance of Xiaodao losing half his life, the five heroes, who have always been calm and unfazed, can't help but be a little annoyed at the moment.

"Close your eyes and concentrate, ninth brother, the three of you will protect the Dharma for me" Baili Qingyun held the knife, and the two of them sat cross-legged one after the other.

I saw him seal with one hand, waving his left arm, walking at will, his shape at will, and quickly tapping several times on the big points around the knife.

The right hand became a palm, with the dantian as a point, and the dragon and snake were taken in the palm, and a looming air flow was born with the hand, quickly infiltrating into the body of the knife.

With the injection of spiritual power, the knife was full of purple steam, his face faded slightly pale, and the hideous wounds on his body finally stopped bleeding.

"The knife is fine, let the master and the elders worry" The knife slowly opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and smiled a little stiffly.

Seeing that the knife was life-free, Baili Qingyun slowly withdrew his hand to collect his work, and Wei Chiying and Feng Buping on the side finally breathed a sigh of relief.