It is said that I convince people with reason

The suction force formed a vortex in front of her, sucking the flying snow within three inches of her palm, turning it into steaming water mist.

The water mist filled the hall, and under the extremely cold temperature, it quickly turned into wisps of white gas.

Her cold eyes looked at the young man under the hall through the water mist, still without any anger, and her tone seemed very relieved: "Okay, this is better! I thought you were indecisive, but I didn't expect you to be so decisive and courageous, which was beyond my expectation."

Yuan Buwei asked with interest as if he had done nothing: "Is the sect master angry?"

"I'm fine. Since ancient times, the magic weapon hurts others first and then hurts itself. If you don't show mercy in front of that person, ten years later, that person will have a revenge!" At this point, she clapped her hands and laughed again, looking very satisfied.

"So I laughed at the sect master's naivety."

Yuan Buwei cruelly interrupted her fantasy.

"Father and son killing each other is very sad. But since the father doesn't love his son, how can it be sad?"

Just like you, the biological mother, facing your own flesh and blood with murderous intent, aren't you also not surprised or angry?

Chi Wanwan's smile stopped abruptly.

"Father doesn't love his son, how can it be sad..." She murmured this sentence, and the resentment in her eyes seemed to deepen.

Yuan Buwei stabbed again: "Father and son killing each other? In that person's eyes, perhaps the close-fitting sword that has accompanied him for twenty years is broken on the spot, and the pain is a hundred times worse."

Yuan Buwei's words seemed to poke a blind spot that she had never thought of, and Chi Wanwan's eyes showed confusion for the first time. If she planned for many years but ultimately could not bring any harm to the other party, then her resentment and hatred for the past ten years would be just a joke? !

The fire that was gnawing at her in her heart seemed to be unable to be suppressed anymore, and it broke out together with the resentment and unwillingness. She screamed shrilly and immediately went crazy.

"Ten whole years, I endured for ten whole years!"

"These ten years... were all in vain!"

A hurricane seemed to blow up the flat ground, and the surging true energy gushed out, and there were countless crackling sounds, and the surrounding ground was almost plowed clean. The black silk ribbon was like a long whip made of steel, and it suddenly hit Yuan Buwei.

"... In this case, what's the point of keeping you?"

A sharp scream sounded in the hall.

Yuan Buwei sighed lightly, pushed his sleeves forward, and his toes touched the ground and rose up, just an inch to the side, and then he lightly avoided the attack.

And the silk also changed direction in an instant, and continued to attack Yuan Buwei, and he dodged to the side again.

With the strength of his body, he shouldn't have dodged so easily. But at this time, Chi Wanwan's internal breath was chaotic, and his mind was extremely unstable, and he had many flaws. If there was a top-notch assassin here, he would be killed immediately by surprise.

"I can help you with what you ask for."

The young man dodged the attacks calmly, like strolling among the flowers. In such a dangerous situation, he could still breathe slowly and speak.

"How to make people suffer, unwilling, and regretful? Just destroy the things he cares about most."

"What does that person care about most?"

Chi Wanwan lost control of his emotions for a while, but now he gradually calmed down and said with hatred: "Of course it's Rong Qingyue, that bitch! And his world-class swordsmanship."

"What does Rong Qingyue care about most?"

Chi Wanwan paused and said: "That bitch has never cared about him, but the inheritance of Xuanyue Sect!"

"That's it." As Chi Wanwan regained his composure, Yuan Buwei also landed lightly on the ground and said softly, "Destroying Xuanyue Sect means destroying Rong Qingyue and half of Chu Tiannan."

Chi Wanwan has completely calmed down and stared at the young man in front of him with a deep look.

"And the remaining half..." Yuan Buwei said in a flat tone, "Leave it to me."

"Within ten years, the world's number one sword will change hands."

Chi Wanwan was speechless for a while.

The young man's eyes were bright, and he spoke so resoundingly and calmly, which reminded her of that person in the past. But after seeing how Yuan Buwei calmly avoided her attack just now, with his talent, Chi Wanwan couldn't say that she didn't believe it.

The strong wind had stopped long ago, and the darkness in the hall became thicker. Chi Wanwan's eyes suddenly intertwined with indescribable complex colors.

She actually believed the words of a ten-year-old child: "Xuan Yue Sect is the leader of all the righteous sects, with six masters sitting in charge, which is not something that the Holy Sect can match. Do you know what kind of bold words you made?"

Yuan Buwei laughed.

His smile was very gentle and good-looking, and his face, which had not completely lost its childishness, still had a bit of innocence.

"If one family doesn't work, then unify the three veins and nine sects of the Demon Sect."

"Then, the Sect Master will definitely get what he wants."

Every word he said was sincere and genuine, as if he was a filial child who had racked his brains to come up with a good way to please his mother.

Chi Wanwan stared at him for a moment, and suddenly a smile appeared on her face again: "Good, good boy! You are worthy of being my son!" She waved gently, motioning Yuan Buwei to come over, and her voice was suddenly filled with motherly care.

Yuan Buwei saw her expression change and walked forward calmly.

"This is the token of my Holy Son of the Fenyan Holy Sect." She suddenly took out a delicate dagger, and the blade was as black as ink, and there seemed to be blood flowing through it, "Good boy, come here."

For a child who has received little love at a young age, such tender concern from his biological mother is enough to make him forget all the bad things in the past: "Once you have mastered the Burning Flame Heart Technique, you will be a worthy member of our Holy Sect. My holy son may conquer the three sects and nine sects in the future, and take revenge on those who have betrayed his heart. My mother will also rely on you to help me.”

She sighed quietly, feeling endless resentment. A pair of eyes filled with guilt and expectation were slightly moist.

"Good child, you won't blame me, right?"

There was silence in the hall for a moment, and the young man suddenly chuckled.

"No, of course not."

The twilight has completely disappeared, and the cold moonlight is like mercury flowing all over the ground. In the dim palace, the biological mother and son seemed to have finally solved the knot that had been in their hearts for many years. They looked at each other with nostalgia and closeness in their eyes.

After a long time, a small shadow walked out of the hall in the moonlight, taking every step steadily.

He raised his head slightly, and the moonlight fell into his eyes.

"Young Sect Leader, thank you very much."

A woman in green clothes suddenly appeared. Her figure is as light as a willow branch swinging from the branch.

"The sect master has been trapped in his inner demons for many years. That person is already number one in the world. The sect master may not know that revenge is hopeless, but he only relies on hatred to support him. She is suffering from pain in her heart, and it is really helpless to treat you like this."

"I know."

"If the young sect leader hadn't broken through the confusion and given the sect leader goals and hope again, he doesn't know when he would be able to cheer up. My subordinates have thanked the young sect leader on behalf of the Holy Sect."

"You're welcome."

The young man showed a touching smile, and the moonlight swayed in his eyes, which was extremely gentle and sincere.

"I just hope that besides hatred, there are more things in this world that she cares about."

"...That's enough."

Chapter 51 Grandmaster 3

The moonlight dyed the top of the mountain, and the woman in green disappeared silently under the moonlight just as she appeared.

"The sect master really trusts the right protector Qiu Shuang! Everyone in the Holy Sect knows that where the sect master is, the right protector Qiu Shuang will be there. Does what the right protector Qiu Shuang says mean the sect master's meaning?"

Someone next to me sighed for a long time.

It was not because I raised my head.

Zuo Dharma protector An Yan was carrying a wine gourd and hanging it upside down from a tall unknown tree. His feet were still resting on the treetops, and there was a bit of a self-deprecating smile on his ordinary face.

"There is no need to envy Protector An." Yuan Buwei looked at him and said calmly, "I have a way. If you are willing to make up your mind, it will not be difficult to gain the trust of the sect leader." ↑ Thoughts ↑ Rabbit↑Net↑

An Yanyi said: "What can you do, young master?"

The corners of Yuan Buwei's lips curved slightly: "The reason why the sect leader trusts the right protector so much and allows him to come and go freely is because of the same woman."

The more An Yan listened, the more he felt that something was not right. Sure enough, he heard the young sect leader continue to say Shi Ran: "Therefore, if Protector An is willing to sacrifice himself and lead the sword into a speed..." He slashed with his palm and made a The posture made An Yan feel cold all over his body, "Or dressing up as a woman... I think it might make the sect leader less worried."

At the end of the sentence, he nodded seriously.

An Yan: "..."

The curve of the young man's lips seemed so evil to An Yan. He shook his body subconsciously, almost falling from the treetop, and said helplessly:

"Young Master, why do you need to make fun of me?"

Yuan Buwei sighed: "Who let this Noble Saint Sect, I only know one friend, Protector An?"

An Yan: "..."

...So does this friend of mine deserve to be stabbed? What should I do if I suddenly feel a little regretful?

"The sect master has allowed me to enter and leave the sect freely in the future..." Yuan Buwei took out the dagger as a token from his arms. An Yan recognized the origin of the dagger at a glance, and his pupils shrank slightly. He tilted his head and looked at An Yan, "I wonder if this friend Protector An... can you help me make more friends?"

"In this way, Protector An won't have to worry anymore... next time you will be the only one to make fun of."

An Yan was standing in mid-air, staring directly into his eyes, which seemed to be smiling but were actually emotionless.

He suddenly took a sip of wine, turned over and floated down from the tree, and the faint aroma of wine also floated out.

"Okay, it's an honor."

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After talking to Chi Wanwan, Yuan Buweibu no longer suffers from many restrictions like the original person. But he also knew that Chi Wanwan had not yet completely put the chips on him.

She will have to observe for a while.

During this period of time, the "good friend" Zuo Dharma protector Anyan, who was not a new acquaintance, became familiar with everyone in the Holy Sect and developed many "friends" - writing "friends" , pronounced "tool man".

The disciples of the Holy Sect who had only heard of his name but not seen him in the past finally saw the true face of the young sect master, and they all had a good impression of him.

The reason why I wasn't in a hurry to leave was definitely not because of the snacks An Yan brought back every now and then, nor was it because the Burning Flame Holy Sect had so many easy-to-manage tools, nor was it just to try. How does the homemade ice cream on Tianshan Mountain taste...but the martial arts mentality of the Greedy Burning Flame Sect!

All this is due to a battle not long ago.

Yuan Buwei's soul injury needs a very long time to recover. The nearly evenly matched battle in the void made him realize that he was far from strong enough.

He has grown up to this point by fighting all the way, so he knows what is most important to him. Without strong strength, even the freedom he has now is not available.

Therefore, now he has another purpose in traveling between the worlds, which is to learn from the systems of the worlds and enhance his own foundation.

Any power has a common principle.

Even if this world is just a low-level small world, the martial arts true energy is far inferior to the fairy spirit of Luofu world, but every world has amazing talents. These people have a deep understanding of martial arts and exquisite use of power, which can also be applied to Yuan Buwei.

He is eager to gain some knowledge.

With a sense of crisis in his heart, he even postponed his idea of ​​discussing a fancy frozen dessert with the chefs.