"Master. Zhang Zixi wanted to speak and stopped.

The middle-aged man who didn't look amazing turned out to be Zhang Zixi's master, Sun Yuanhao, the elder of the Sword Hall, who was both despised and frightened by others, and the shadow of the sect master walking in the dark.

"En?" The sword elder reached out and patted Zhang Zixi's shoulder, and said kindly: "If you have something to say, just say it, there is nothing that we can't say between our master and apprentice." ”

Zhang Zixi no longer hesitated: "In order to forge this sword, the sword-casting elder even calculated his own disciples, so that he is neither human nor ghost, and he will not be able to live forever, it is inevitable...... It's too ruthless, isn't it?"

"Give him some small favors, and feed him a few pills that deplete Shouyuan to help him improve his realm, then he can be regarded as a disciple?" Sun Yuanhao secretly sighed that his apprentice was too naïve.

"I understand what you're worried about. ”

He looked at Zhang Zixi kindly, as if he was looking at himself back then, "I am different from the old cripple, there is only revenge left in his eyes, and he has been lying dormant by the sword furnace for decades waiting for that day." You are not the same as the miscellaneous servant who has become a resentful soul in the sword, you are the most talented disciple of the Divine Sword Sect in a hundred years, and he is just a waste with low qualifications. ”

"It is precisely because of your talent that the teacher doesn't want you to be dusty, like me, your hands are covered with blood, and you will stay in the Sword Hall all your life as a tool for killing. The Sword Elder closed his eyes in pain.

"You know I don't care about that. Zhang Zixi didn't want the master to take risks in order to help him win the position of the young sect.

"Alas, fool. The sword elder was full of bitterness, "Many people in the world have many things, and they can't help themselves. ”

"I have dealt with dark things for Xi Tianmu for many years, and no one knows him better than me. Before he retreats to the sword cave after his success, he will definitely clear the obstacles in his way. I am one of the people who have been in charge of the Sword Hall for many years, and I am one of the many secrets that I know, and I am even better than Xi Lengsleeve, and you who have understood the secret art of the Chaotic Sword Thread are also one of them. ”

"I won't say these stupid things again. It's just ......" Zhang Zixi stretched out his hand to touch the reddish Congpin Sword Candle Flame, "Xi Leng's sleeves have been trapped in the Dao Zangge for many years, and the firmness of his mind is rare in the world." Can this sword really make him demonic?"

"Hahaha," the Sword Elder laughed, "Don't worry, this sword forging is an ancient forbidden technique. The old cripple let his disciple guard the furnace for ten years, and his soul was already perfectly matched with the sword, and then used all kinds of means to force him to steal the unformed sword, in order to let him use the secret sword refining technique that was inadvertently taught to him, and refine himself into a sword spirit in the sword. ”

"You know that Candle Yan uses the soul of the candle dragon of the Law Enchantment Realm as his spirit, but he doesn't know that in addition to the dragon soul, there is also half a formless and phaseless extraterritorial demon soul added to the sword. Xi Lengsleeve gets this sword from the first grade, and he will definitely fuse it into a natal sword to improve his cultivation, the monk at the time of breaking through the realm is the weakest, and the brutal candle dragon spirit may not be enough to affect his mind, so what about the deceptive extraterritorial heavenly demon and the resentful soul that is integrated with the sword?"

Zhang Zixi also smiled, this is really a sword that devours the lord.

The sword-wielding elder handed him a bag of spirit stones, which was enough for the inner disciple to take half a year's share, "This is the reward of the sect master hall for this mission, after so many days, you should also go back and have a good rest, don't delay your cultivation, this sword will be returned to the sword casting hall for you by the master." ”

Zhang Zixi nodded and retreated, and the sword-wielding elder looked at the gray sideburns reflected on the candle flame sword, and his face showed a hint of calmness, "Xi Tianmu, you have got what originally belonged to me, and after so many years, it's time to taste the taste of loss." ”

Zhang Zixi did not rush back to his residence, but walked in the sect with an old hand, his worries were not unreasonable, as the saying goes, the world is big, and Lao Tzu is the biggest.

People are self-interested, and monks are even more so.

Who is ruthless?

Transcendent power magnifies the monk's humanity to the extreme, and the monk is only ruthless to others, but affectionate to himself.

It can be said that there may be good people among mortals who sacrifice themselves for others, and there will never be one among monks!

After the death of his parents, Zhang Zixi no longer believes in anyone, no one will be good to him for no reason, including his master.

If it was said that the Sword Forging Elder was blinded by hatred, then what was he for, the master who had been dormant under the sect master for twenty years?

Cultivation is like walking on thin ice, the slightest mistake will fall into the abyss of no return, Zhang Zixi is very open to life and death, he is not afraid of death, but what he carries on his body, he is not allowed to die easily.

As he walked, suddenly a hand blindfolded him from behind, and before he could move, a cold light hit his neck, and a rough male voice sounded in his ears, "Take out all the treasures on your body!"

"I've been with the sword all my life, and the three-foot long sword on my back is the only treasure," Zhang Zixi's tone was leisurely and not flustered, "However, I still have a big or small wishful treasure, if you don't dislike it, you can give it to the little junior sister to try." ”

"Big or small, what kind of treasure is that...... Huh, how do you know it's me?" the man's voice gradually became sharper, and the hand that covered Zhang Ziqi was also released.

Zhang Zixi smiled and turned around, behind him was a delicate girl in a green Luo skirt.

Thirteen or fourteen years old, his face is very exquisite, it can be said that he is not inferior to the new Oiran Yu Luoying in the intoxicating building, but his figure is much better than the fish talent girl who was criticized by the skin three for the yellow haired girl, the waves on his chest have shown a rudimentary shape, and his slender thighs are slender and symmetrical because of his perennial martial arts practice.

"How many times have I taught you, but you still don't grow, control your breath, control your breath. I know from afar that someone is approaching, and I smell the unique fragrance on your body, do you think you can have a chance to get close to me?" Zhang Zixi stretched out his hand and burst into a chestnut, knocking on the girl's forehead without pity.

"People are already very restrained, okay, it's not fun, you don't know me every time. Hmph, I must have hooked up with a beautiful young lady at the bottom of the mountain, and I won't go to play when I come back. The girl was in pain, took the dagger back to the storage ring, and looked at Zhang Ziqi with a small mouth.

Her voice is delicate with a bit of demon, soft with a little charm, at first glance it sounds like the yellow warbler out of the valley, the kite cries and the phoenix chirps, crisp and loud but tactful and soft, and then listen to it, but it is like the gurgling water, the wind blows the willows, and the low back is soft and charming and affectionate.

The whole body exudes a delicate charm that men can't resist, and it can be described as a natural stunner.

It can be seen that the girl is not deliberately pretentious, she is really born like this, and she inherits her mother, the master of the Demon Sect Hehuan Hall, with the alluring beauty and charm of all beings.