Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

The crazy city owner was worried, and he kept selling Amway, who was selling Emei thorns and black bone feather fans, to the two of them.

"Zhao Zhenzhen, this sword is really not suitable for use as a weapon." Shen Qingwei's name is still on the most wanted list in the cultivation world. The blood seals the throat, and the monks at the Nascent Soul stage basically just need to pierce into the flesh to be useless, and the monks at the body-fit stage can’t eat around, and the black-bone feather fan is heavy illusion. "

Shen Qingwei took the sword over, "Okay, I'll use this."

Crazy Demon City Lord: "..."

He pushed the other two and a half magical weapons forward, "Then you take these two with you."

When the sword is no longer usable in the arena of the Battle of the Demon City, there will be a replacement weapon.

"No," Shen Qingwei didn't answer, "I trust senior."

She looked at Zhao Xingyue, who nodded at her with a rare relaxed expression.

The Mad Demon City Lord glanced at Zhao Xingyue, then at Shen Qingwei, shook his head, and put away the things.

He really couldn't understand the relationship between these two people. They said they were masters and apprentices, and the intimacy between the two of them far exceeded the scope that masters and apprentices should have. I know what Zhao Xingyue's name is.

If he knew that Shen Qingwei didn't know Zhao Xingyue's name, he would probably feel better.

A name is of great significance to a person. In the past, it was not mentioned in the world of ordinary people. In the world of cultivation, a person's name is closely related to a person's fate.

In order to reduce the impact on this world, when Shen Qingwei asked her name, Zhao Xingyue simply gave her last name.

"Since the two of you have already chosen the right weapon, I won't talk nonsense," said the mad city lord, who is knowledgeable and interesting, "Please take a rest first, and tomorrow I will open the trial field of the city lord's mansion to you. , for the training of the two."

"Zhao Zhenren, may the bloodthirsty sword be in your hands, so that you can truly drink blood once."

The biggest difference between the Demon Realm and the Cultivation Realm is that the space in the Demon Realm is extremely unstable and there are many secret realms.

Some of these secret realms are extremely ferocious, and they often come from ancient demon gods. They dare not even touch the threshold of cultivation without a fusion period. Some secret realms become their own worlds, and many monsters are born under the nourishment of strong demonic energy, which are used for training. great place.

In the fight for the magic city, the most important thing in the fight is the key to the secret realm.

As for why there is only one contestant, but he has to use the term two?

It is a face for a monk in the Kong Ming period to come to visit the secret realm.

Of course, he would not risk offending Zhao Xingyue and refuse the other party's entry.

As for the secret hidden in the bloodthirsty sword, why did the two choose it even if they gave up two and a half magical weapons?

Just by looking at Zhao Xingyue's expression after handing the bloodthirsty sword to Shen Qingwei, he knew that this was not something he should care about.

Sometimes, people have to learn to properly suppress their curiosity.

Of course, this person was not referring to Shen Qingwei.

When they returned to the place where the two lived, she asked straight to the point, "Senior, what is the origin of this bloodthirsty sword?"

Ten deaths and nine survivors in the Battle of the Demon City, not to mention monks in the Nascent Soul stage, even those in the Fusion Stage would die in it. She didn't believe that Zhao Xingyue would disregard her safety and choose a useless weapon for her.

Noticing Zhao Xingyue's gaze on the bloodthirsty sword, she passed the sword in her hand up.

Zhao Xingyue held the sword and sat on the chair, her eyes fixed on the blood-red long sword, but her thoughts flew to nowhere.

What is she thinking?

Shen Qingwei didn't know.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Xingyue's sight gradually became focused, and this focus fell on the rusty long sword with unspeakable emotions.

"It can't even cut through paper, because it's not a murderous sword in the first place."

She didn't answer Shen Qingwei's question, but said something without thinking.

Shen Qingwei was confused, a sword was not made to kill people, what else could it be for?

"You'll find out later."

"Come here, give me a drop of your blood."

Hearing Zhao Xingyue's words, Shen Qingwei realized that she had directly asked the question she was thinking.

What do you want to do?

Despite her curiosity, Shen Qingwei pressed her index and middle fingers together on her chest.

Heart blood does not simply refer to a drop of blood in the heart, but the condensation of blood essence.

Every drop of heart and blood of a monk contains huge energy.

No matter how much he cultivated, a monk usually only has seven drops of heart and soul. It can be said that if Zhao Xingyue asks for it casually, one-seventh of Shen Qingwei's life will be taken away.

It's not a good feeling to have your heart pumping.

The spiritual power of the whole body gathered towards the heart along the suction force of the fingertips, and concentrated in the same place. In a short period of time, Shen Qingwei's heart rate reached an extremely high speed, and the surrounding air became restless, and Dou Da's sweat did not last for a moment. , covered her cheeks.

As soon as the blood came out, the strong spiritual energy instantly drove away any four or five demonic energy in the air. If Zhao Xingyue hadn't laid down layers of barriers while she was drawing blood, someone would have come in to grab the blood by this time.

"Drop on it."

Her face was pale, but Shen Qingwei's expression was firm. After hearing Zhao Xingyue's words, she did not hesitate to drip the blood she had drawn from her heart onto the Bloodthirsty Sword without hesitation.

When the blood touched the blade, it seemed as if some kind of seal had been broken, and the red rust covering it spread out layer by layer, revealing the shiny white blade.

Shen Qingwei suddenly realized that this was not an iron sword.

The blood poured into the sword, and at the same time, Zhao Xingyue also began to say some incantations quickly.

She spoke very fast, and the language she used was very complicated. Shen Qingwei couldn't understand it. She was exhausted, and her body was extremely weak. She could only lean against the table and just look at Zhao Xingyue who was holding a long sword.

She actually wanted to ask more about the sword.

To her, Zhao Xingyue was really mysterious.She didn't know anything except that her body was a green snake, her surname was Zhao, she had lived for thousands of years, and her cultivation was at least at the Kong Ming stage.

During the time in Shiwan Dashan, she thought she could understand a little more, but the people in Shiwan Dashan are indifferent, there is almost no communication between the big monsters, and the little monsters don't know anything.

And this person often looks like he doesn't care about anything. She said that she wanted to find her biological parents, so she accompanied her to find them. She said that she wanted to improve her strength, so she brought her to the devil world. However, this person has something that he wants, or has lost his composure for something.

Bloodthirsty Sword is the first time.

For the first time, from Zhao Xingyue's eyes, she saw some emotion similar to nostalgia and sadness.

Through this sword, she can touch her past.

She had no doubts about it.

But in the end she chose not to ask anything. What is there to ask?

This person is by her side, and she will know everything about her one day.

After a while—

"All right."

After the last syllable fell, the long sword in Zhao Xingyue's hand suddenly flashed red.

Her expression drooped with the red light, and Shen Qingwei keenly caught the flash of emotion in her eyes.

She looked exhausted to the extreme, her face was paler than Shen Qingwei who had drained her heart, and she looked disgusted, but she still insisted and handed the sword to Shen Qingwei, "It can kill people now."

Shen Qingwei took the sword, and a feeling came over her. She didn't know what Zhao Xingyue had done to her, but she had a feeling that this sword couldn't be more suitable for her.

Obviously this is the first time she has come into contact with this sword.

Almost instinctively, she raised the tip of the sword and slashed lightly on the ground. Before she could infuse her spiritual power, a narrow crack suddenly appeared on the ground.

Through the cracks, there was a faint sound of water.

She raised her eyes in surprise, "Is this a magic weapon?"

With such great power, if it is said to be a half-magic weapon, who would believe it?

"A magic weapon is a magic weapon..."

Shen Qingwei recovered from the surprise and found that Zhao Xingyue, who was leaning on the table waiting for her to try the sword, propped his chin with his hands, staggered and almost fell off the chair.

Putting the sword into her body, Shen Qingwei hurriedly stepped forward to support her, "Senior, how are you doing?"

Before she finished speaking, after entering the Demon Realm, Zhao Xingyue, who had never used the prototype again, suddenly turned into a small, thin green snake with a bang.

Suppressing the worries in her heart, Shen Qingwei lifted the green snake and placed it on her chest, sat in the spirit gathering array arranged in the room, and began to practice.

……

On the second day, the green snake was still in a deep sleep, Shen Qingwei called her senior a few times, but when there was no response, the voice of a servant came from outside the door.

It was sent by the mad city master to invite her to enter the trial field.

Shen Qingwei went to the appointment alone, the mad city master subconsciously glanced behind her twice, and asked, "I don't know Senior Zhao..."

With a cold face, Shen Qingwei only said four words, "Senior has something to do."

The crazy city lord no longer asked, the whereabouts of the monks was a taboo, and he was just being polite.

The key to the trial ground is the ring worn by the mad city lord. To open the trial ground, you need to go to a special place and wait for a special day, otherwise the mad city lord would have sent Shen Qingwei in.

"The place where the trial ground is opened is in the forbidden area of ​​the mansion. Only the city lord and the people led by the city lord can enter this place. Zhenren Zhao, please follow me to this way."

"The trial field that I snatched from Mad Demon City in the last ten years is called Hopeless Forest. Most of the plants in it are flaming red and extremely bloodthirsty..."

Shen Qingwei listened to the crazy city lord's explanation of the secret realm, extracting key information, while worrying about Zhao Xingyue who was motionless in her arms.

Between keeping Zhao Xingyue in Mad Demon City and taking him to the trial field, she chose the latter. Zhao Xingyue did not hide her physical condition from her, and even told her openly at the beginning that the reason why she stayed Beside her, it means that her Nine Yin Profound Physique absorbs and transforms the aura that can heal the damage in her body.

"There is almost no food that can be eaten in the trial ground. This is the Bigu Pill I prepared for you. Be careful, it is not a respect."

Shen Qingwei came back to her senses, and took the jade bottle handed over by the Mad City Lord, "Thank you."

She put the bottle at the bottom of the box when she went in, don't think she doesn't know, the crazy city master has made a lot of moves in the food and drink delivered to his door these days.

Without Zhao Xingyue, with her level, she couldn't detect what was usable.

Thinking of the green snake, her heart sank again.

But at this time, Zhao Xingyue, whom she missed, was falling into a dream.