Master, he never speaks

When Shen Qianche heard these words, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he threw the sword to the ground in fright. He stared at the person who came to tell him the news, and asked in disbelief:

Shen Qianche: "What did you say? Say it again, what happened to my Jixiu?"

Shen Qianche: "No, no! Could it be that you read it wrong?! How could a person as proud and arrogant as my junior brother be pinned down by his neck and slapped against the wall!"

Shen Qianche almost fainted on the spot, he really couldn't imagine Zhu Jixiu being smashed against the wall in his mind, so he quickly bent down to pick up his small wooden sword, and flew towards Zhu Jixiu's direction to run.

Shen Qianche: "Little brother, don't worry, your second brother is here to save you!"

When Shen Qianche flew to the formation school, Zhu Jixiu and Feng Qiuyu were fighting each other. The hole on the ground was cut in half by two people. At this time, the two were pointing their swords at each other.

Feng Qiuyu: "That's all you have, I don't understand why she fell in love with you?"

Zhu Jixiu: "Isn't that what you are capable of? If it weren't for your ability, how could Hua Shijing disagree with you?"

After fighting each other, the two fought again, each move was a ruthless blow, seeing Feng Qiuyu's sword move was about to hit him, Shen Qianche let out a cock crow in fright, and quickly He rushed between the two people and resisted their sword moves.

Shen Qianche: "Hey, hey, why are you two fighting?"

Shen Qianche: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't beat me up!"

After Shen Qianche finished speaking, he immediately turned his head to look at Zhu Jixiu. He walked up to Zhu Jixiu quickly, stretched out his hand and touched Zhu Jixiu's head in all directions 360 degrees, and found that Zhu Jixiu's head was not slapped After leveling, he let out a long breath.

Shen Qianche: "Phew, it's a good thing, little senior brother! Senior brother almost thought your head was going to be knocked off!"

Zhu Jixiu patted Shen Qianche's hand away impatiently, his eyes fixed on Feng Qiuyu, and the sword in his hand let out bursts of sharp sword sounds, those sword sounds pointed directly at Feng Qiuyu. People feel suffocated.

Shen Qianche: "Hey, hey, junior brother, don't you still want to fight?"

Shen Qianche: "Don't hit, don't hit! Let's go home! Master is still waiting for us to go back, so let's go!"

Shen Qianche looked at the ground that had been cut off in half, and swallowed a little terrified. You must know that the law enforcement elder is the most unreasonable, if he sees this piece of ground that has been ruined like this...

Hua Shijing: "Why are you guys fighting?!"

Hua Shijing also heard that Zhu Jixiu and Feng Qiuyu were fighting, and hurried over immediately, her eyes were reddened, and she stood there at a loss for what to do.

After seeing Hua Shijing coming, Feng Qiuyu, who used to be the only one in the world, now restrained her arrogance, looked at her quietly, and moved her fingers hanging by her side.

Hua Shijing: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't fight..."

Feng Qiuyu: "Yes."

Feng Qiuyu: "Stop fighting."

After Feng Qiuyu listened to Hua Shijing's words, the person who was so arrogant now turned into a cute little cat, put away the sword, and stared at Hua Shijing without blinking.

Hua Shijing: "Feng Qiuyu, come here!"

Looking at Hua Shijing who was so angry that she turned into a steamed bun, Feng Qiuyu lowered her eyes.

Shen Qianche: "And you! Junior brother, you are not allowed to fight anymore!"

Shen Qianche raised his hand to cover Zhu Jixiu's eyes, dragging Zhu Jixiu to his little flying sword like dragging a sack.

Zhu Jixiu: "..."

Zhu Jixiu and Feng Qiuyu, who were just about to fight to the death and cut off all the land, glared at each other, then turned their heads tacitly at the same time, and were dragged home by their respective parents.

After getting on the flying sword, Shen Qianche looked at Zhu Jixiu with a sad face. He put on the airs of a senior brother, looked at Zhu Jixiu and said:

Shen Qianche: "What's the matter with you? Didn't I tell you not to let you take the initiative to provoke Feng Qiuyu!"

Zhu Jixiu opened Shen Qianche's hand, he pursed his lips, carelessly raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his fingers, and said to Shen Qianche:

Zhu Jixiu: "I didn't take the initiative to provoke him, he came to provoke me."

Shen Qianche: "Are you injured?"

When Shen Qianche saw Zhu Jixiu's movements, he thought that Zhu Jixiu was injured, so he immediately raised his arm, held the hand of his junior brother, and looked carefully.

Zhu Jixiu: "It's not my blood, it's his."

Zhu Jixiu: "He might be better than me in terms of formation, but he can't beat me in a sword fight."

Shen Qianche let out a breath, and when his fingers were withdrawn from the back of Zhu Jixiu's hand, his fingertips accidentally touched the blood on the back of Zhu Jixiu's hand that hadn't been wiped clean.

Shen Qianche: "Well..."

Shen Qianche snorted in pain, and quickly withdrew his hand, his fingertips felt a little numb, his eyes widened in disbelief, staring blankly at the blood on the back of Zhu Jixiu's hand.

Zhu Jixiu: "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Qianche: "No... nothing..."

Shen Qianche withdrew his hand, with a surprised expression on his face, as if he had fallen into some kind of deep thought, and a bold idea appeared in his heart.

Zhu Jixiu: "What's wrong with you? The expression on your face is so strange."

Shen Qianche's face turned pale, he subconsciously hid that hand behind his back, raised his head and forced a smile at Zhu Jixiu.

Shen Qianche: "I'm really fine, let's go, little brother."

Shen Qianche: "Master is still waiting for us to go back."

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On the other side, Qiu Yin stood in front of Mu Ling. He angrily threw the blood jar on the ground, his eyes were red, and he asked loudly:

Qiu Yin: "Why?! Why doesn't spiritual blood work on me now?"

Mu Ling: "Of course it's because you drank too much spiritual blood, it's no longer effective for you."

Qiuyin's current spiritual power can be said to have grown by leaps and bounds, and he has gradually become addicted to the joy of growing his spiritual power so quickly without any effort and practice.

Qiu Yin: "Then what should I do? Do I want to eat meat? Eat his meat!"

Mu Ling sat on the teacher's chair, slowly swinging the fan in his hand, and the corner of his mouth was raised, showing a very meaningful smile.

Mu Ling: "How can eating meat be enough? If you want to become the real Heavenly Dao, you must cut his back, dig out his flesh, and pull out the real backbone."

Qiu Yin: "Will he die after the spine is removed?"

Mu Ling: "Of course, without a spine, everyone will die."

Hearing this, Qiu Yin couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, he clicked his tongue, and kicked down the jar at his feet impatiently.

Qiu Yin: "I thought that if he couldn't die, I would capture him and use all the parts of his body to refine medicine!"

Mu Ling: "Keep working hard, let your good apprentice dig out his spine with your own hands."