I Became an Anonymous Boss

Lan Xiangxue was vigilant and corrected at the same time: "I am no longer a Xiangxue assassin, and the Bloody Clothes Building has also been destroyed."

"So it's been cleared?" Beiming Qingqiu smiled: "Anxin, I'm not here to avenge my revenge, even if I did, I wouldn't choose this kind of place."

"Who are you?"

"Would you mind talking in another place?" Beiming Qingqiu didn't want the conversation to be overheard, she stepped on the railing with her toes, performed lightness kung fu, and floated up to the top floor like a paper crane.

Lan Xiangxue hesitated a little, but followed the floor with her lightness kung fu.

"Feixue body technique... You really have learned the Sword Code Xuezi Chapter." Beiming Qingqiu glanced at it and said: "It's a pity that you are not very proficient."

"You really..." Lan Xiangxue also guessed something. Anyone who can see one of the Fenghua Xueyue Sword Code at a glance must have observed this unique technique in the past, and this unique technique is hidden in Yanyun Mansion, and the original version of the Fengzi Chapter is left in Dugu City , and the rubbing book stayed in Yanyun Mansion, but Xuepian didn't have a rubbing book. If you want to see it with your own eyes, it must be before it enters Yanyun Mansion. Then the woman in front of you...

"I'm Beiming Qingqiu." She said her name.

"Twelve people on the list." Lan Xiangxue was like facing a big enemy. Yan Qixia had said in the past that the young master gifted weapons and those who had mastered the skills were rare in the world. After all, she didn't see it with her own eyes, until she actually saw Beiming Qingqiu, she felt shocked that the rumor had been confirmed, and her mood fluctuated accordingly.

The dignified Demon Sect Saintess is also a soldier.

She didn't doubt that the other party's self-reported family name was false, because there was no need, who would pretend to be a demon saint like Beiming Qingqiu?

"It seems that you haven't heard of me?" Beiming Qingqiu sat on the eaves, with a cup in hand, filled with amber liquid in the quilt, with bubbles rolling on it, she took a sip, the taste of nostalgia made her squint squint.

"No." Lan Xiangxue replied.

"It's a pity, I actually hope that you'd better be mentally prepared. Yan Qixia is a woman with uneasy and kind intentions." Beiming Qingqiu smiled slightly: "Yan Qixia deliberately didn't mention the names of those people in the past. Since she has malicious intentions to teach you to be unprepared, It’s also because I’m afraid that you will be hit so hard that you won’t be able to hold your head up.”

"Miss Smoke also gave me a hint, but I didn't understand it."

"Oh?"

"She said Bichi."

"Hmph! Do you speak as if they are not mistresses themselves?" Beiming Qingqiu snorted coldly, with a faint brilliance: "They are all mistresses of Bichi, with fifty steps and a hundred steps, but I am not an imitator, she Yan Qixia How can a little maid have the right to mock me in every possible way?"

"Girl?"

"You don't know? This little girl was picked up by the young master. She was sold by the family a thousand miles away, and was robbed halfway. When I saw her, she was miserable. Her eyes were dull. I saw her alive. I mean, I simply plan to give her a happy ending. It is better to die than to be born as a plaything, but unfortunately the young master does not agree." Beiming Qingqiu said to himself: "The young master saved her and gave her the motivation to live. , she considers herself a maidservant, and even got a fish-intestine sword that can kill the emperor. It has been a long time since then, and her strength has not improved much, but she has a big temper. Next time we meet, let's see if I give her a good face Look."

Hearing these past events, Lan Xiangxue wanted to hear, but also felt a little lonely. After all, she came too late.

She didn't know too much about the past, and it was inconvenient for her to ask if the young master didn't talk about it, until she saw a piece of her claws just now, and the conversation and laughter were so thrilling.

In fact, she really wanted to ask, but suddenly her mind was full of thoughts, and she didn't know where to ask. Speaking of it... it was a rare thing to see this devil's saint in the exterior scene of Tianxiang Pavilion. Why did she ask? it's here?Why did you come to see yourself?

Bei Ming Qingqiu did not answer these doubts, she did not show a strong declaration, nor did she seem too approachable, she drank half a glass of Coke, pointed to Lan Xiangxue's back and asked: "The one behind you is Chengying Sword? "

"Yes."

"Show me." Beiming Qingqiu also took off the bracelet on his hand: "I'll show you my phoenix tree too."

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Beiming Qingqiu proposed the idea of ​​looking at another weapon, which made Lan Xiangxue hesitate a bit.

This is a famous sword, what if the opponent runs away after getting it?

Beiming Qingqiu didn't talk nonsense, just smiled lightly, and with a flick of his wrist, a raging fire from white to red flowed from the red sycamore bracelet, like breathing fire, like changing clouds, and the shape of a divine bird could be glimpsed vaguely .

"Weapons are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. Ordinary weapons are nothing more than ordinary iron, hundred-forged steel, and thousand-refined real gold. The most they can be forged are sharp weapons. Warriors below the innate level are enough, and ordinary sharp weapons above the innate It is not enough, you need a higher-level superior weapon, this kind of weapon has added some special materials, so it has obtained various strange abilities, such as the blood coagulation sword you used to, the blood sword is poisonous, and flows into the blood with the sword air , clotting blood, killing people extremely quickly."

"And on top of this are famous soldiers, famous knives, famous swords, famous spears... This name is both famous and titled. Weapons of this level are hard to come by. Most of them have natural visions, and they are measured inside. , a godsend when used by the right people."

"A higher-level weapon is a spiritual weapon."

"The characteristic of a spirit weapon is that it looks like a living thing, and being able to turn a dead thing into a living thing must be the method of a land god. Therefore, a spirit weapon is not hard to find, but once it is born, it will trigger a war of righteousness and evil. A hundred years ago when the 'Seven Killing Dao' wiped out the sect, in order to fight for the extra spiritual weapons, an unprecedented battle of righteousness and demons broke out."

Beiming Qingqiu threw the sycamore bracelet in his hand, and Lan Xiangxue subconsciously caught it. It was clearly a red bracelet with fire flowing, but it was not hot, but rather cool, and it seemed as if one could hear crisp echoes when touched.

Lan Xiangxue asked: "Is this the spirit soldier?"

Beiming Qingqiu shook his head: "It's not yet, it's still in the ranks of famous soldiers, it just has a trace of aura, but such a trace of aura has surpassed the scope of ordinary weapons, turning from a dead thing to a living thing."

Lan Xiangxue noticed what she said—not yet.

Beiming Qingqiu said indifferently: "Spiritual soldiers are the suppressing weapons of the great sects, and not all major sects have them. Among the outer nine paths, only seven have spiritual weapons, and now only six are left... It is rumored that Daqin There are three spirit soldiers in the royal family, I don't know if they are real or not."

Lan Xiangxue looked down at the sycamore tree in her palm, and took off the shadow bearing sword from her back: "This sycamore tree is already qualified enough to trigger a fight."

"That's natural." Beiming Qingqiu took the Chengying Sword and took it out of the hilt. Looking at this famous sword, she sighed in a low voice: "It's so beautiful."

Although it does not have the aura of parasol, it is exquisite and elegant. This sword is definitely the most beautiful lover in the eyes of any swordsman. It is so beautiful.

Beiming Qingqiu lightly flicked the blade of the sword, the sword groaned, and the blade was faintly visible under the moonlight.

She put Chengying back into the sheath: "A sword that sounds good is a good sword."

Lan Xiangxue said, "Is this judgment too rough?"

"I'm not a swordsman, and I don't know too complicated methods. Listening to the sound and distinguishing swords was taught by my son." Beiming Qingqiu said: "It's like shooting watermelons. Just listen to it, and you will naturally know whether it is a good thing or not. Excess metal fatigue has accumulated."

Metal fatigue?

Another word I haven't heard before.

Lan Xiangxue handed over the red bracelet, and Beiming Qingqiu also handed over Chengying Sword, but she didn't let go, but asked, "Shall we change it?"

Lan Xiangxue blurted out: "No."

Although the opponent's weapon was better, she still cared more about the sword that the young master gave her.

Beiming Qingqiu smiled, let go of his hand, and put the red bracelet on his wrist, his smile was light and dangerous.

"If you just hesitated for a second, I will kick you into the water and teach you to clear your head."

"I won't give you this chance." Lan Xiangxue said.

"Okay, don't be too cautious, I won't cause trouble for you little girl." Beiming Qingqiu sat back and said, "If I'm in a bad mood, I'll look for Nan Xinmo's bad luck, so I won't do anything to you , you are a little too weak, maybe it is appropriate to grow up a little bit."

"You mean, I'm still not a threat?" Lan Xiangxue asked in a low voice, this kind of contempt made her feel a little depressed.

"You can think so." Beiming Qingqiu rested his cheeks: "After all, in terms of appearance and figure, Yan Qixia is more worthy of vigilance than you, and in terms of status, background, power and status, you are no better than Nanxinmo and... in terms of martial arts, Give you another three years and you may not be able to catch up..." She thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Even if I am willing to wait for you for three years, others are not willing."

Lan Xiangxue, who was hit hard, didn't show any signs of discouragement, but just asked, "Who are the others?"

"Fengli, this girl also learned swords, the Fengzi chapter of Fenghuaxueyue Four Swords, and got a Tai'a sword, which is of the same level as your Chengying. You all learned the sword skills left by the young master. The battle of swordsmanship is inevitable." Beiming Qingqiu added: "And her talent is even higher than yours."

Lan Xiangxue seldom compares with others. She has a cold temper and doesn't like comparisons, but this time she wants to ask clearly: "You mean that my talent in sword practice is not as good as hers? Is it still in order?"

"There is no superiority in swordsmanship, and peerless swordsmanship also depends on the person, but I said you are not as good as her, this is the truth." Beiming Qingqiu smiled: "Looking at the disaffected look on your face, you really don't know yet."

"What?" Lan Xiangxue asked.

"Fengli's situation can be described as unique, and it all depends on a certain idiot surnamed Bai to support her." Beiming Qingqiu's smile changed into a sneer unknowingly: "Fengli who has won three points of the sword bone, even if he proves the Tao It is also faster than others. Others are exploring while walking, but she is walking on a long-paved road. If she is lucky enough to touch the [-]% of the kendo, it is enough to be ranked among the top three in the world. What do you use to fill this gap? The gully gap caused by eccentricity?"

"Could it be possible for this idiot to destroy his foundation once again? Where can he get the sword bone to dig now?"

Lan Xiangxue was horrified, and there was an incredible amount of information revealed in these few words.

"Dig the sword bone yourself?" Lan Xiangxue swayed slightly.

Not everyone can develop a sword bone, and Tai Shuyan may not have one. Those who have a sword bone must have a sword body. Whether it is congenital or acquired, it is a unique physique, which is no less than that of a swordsman. The second heart, if the sword bone is destroyed, the way of the sword will be destroyed, and the way of martial arts will also be destroyed.

In an instant, the assassin girl thought of many, many words that Yan Qixia had said.

"...Young master was injured before..."

"...he has long been unable to practice swords..."

"...Slow entry is also a helpless thing, it is already a miracle to be able to recover to this point..."

Lan Xiangxue murmured to herself: "So you can't learn the sword?"

She immediately turned her head to ask for clarification, the impulse dominated her heart, but when she was about to turn around, she was stopped by Beiming Qingqiu.

"You go to ask him, and he answered you, so what can you do?" The devil's saint said lightly: "I couldn't stop him back then. Chen Zhima's rotten millet matter is disgusting again, you are asking for trouble if you go, maybe you will be taught a few words by him, don't ask for trouble..."

Lan Xiangxue bit her lower lip, rationally told her that she should listen to Beiming Qingqiu's words, but her sensibility refused, she clenched her fists, fighting between heaven and man.

Lan Xiangxue stood under the moonlight without saying a word.

Although he was silent, there was an unstoppable turmoil in his heart, and a dark and strong anger emerged.

She felt a strong anger towards this Fengli whom she had never met...

She knew very well that she had no position to question Shirataki's past choices, but she still couldn't suppress this anger, this disgust, this rejection.

This has nothing to do with the sword fight, just because this woman ruined the young master's sword, she has enough reasons to persuade herself to be hostile to the opponent.

Concerned about chaos, sensibility does not need a reason.

What's more, there is a trace of jealousy that she doesn't understand in this burning anger.

"I regret telling you this, the coke is almost tasteless..." Beiming Qingqiu put down the empty cup: "I was going to remind you, don't be too slack, Fengli inherits from him The way of swordsmanship and mantle, the grace of rebuilding is no less than the relationship between master and apprentice, and the three-point sword bone is even more connected by blood, she will not hurt you, but you must be defeated badly."

Lan Xiangxue asked softly, "Don't you care, my lord?"

"You count on him?" Beiming Qingqiu laughed, her posture of laughing was quite like a girl in the prairie: "If he had restrained himself a little, there wouldn't be so many troubles, maybe there are already more people in the rivers and lakes As for the gods and couples, maybe... In short, he doesn't care about it, and he can't do anything about it, as long as you don't fight to the death and destroy the opponent's realm, you can fight."

"That's good." Lan Xiangxue raised her eyes, and there was anger hidden deep in the clear pupils: "I can't ask for more!"

"Are you confident that you can win?"

"I can trust the young master's vision. The young master said that my swordsmanship is unique. This swordsmanship is the only thing I want. Why must I lose to Fengli?" Lan Xiangxue said coldly: "I want to win!"

"Well said." Beiming Qingqiu smiled: "Little girl with fighting spirit, I have a high regard for you...I don't like Fengli, so I appreciate you more than you, after all, you were once Assassin killer, but I am a demon girl, ha, they are all scumbags!"

Lan Xiangxue had some respect and gratitude to Beiming Qingqiu in her heart: "Thank you."

"No need." Beiming Qingqiu said, "I just want you not to tell him that I'm here. I don't want to meet him yet."

She whispered: "Because this girl also wants to save face."

She never talked about the past when she was once a defeated dog.

The demon girl secretly jumped for joy. The conversation tonight was as expected. Not only did she not act aggressively, but she gained Lan Xiangxue's favor. At the same time, she secretly provoked a conflict between Fengli and Lan Xiangxue. This conflict was already there, she Just added a handful of firewood.

Beiming Qingqiu knows well that no matter how hard he tries, it will be difficult for this stone to change his mind. He and himself are in harmony. It is impossible to give up. She will never give up in this life. She chooses a roundabout tactic. Since the straight ball won If you can't, then let the situation become chaotic, if you can't get it, don't let others touch it!

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Regardless of Beiming Qingqiu and Lan Xiangxue's intrigue, Bai Taki is facing a delicate dilemma at this time.

Sitting on his bed was a magician who was ranked eleventh, and in front of him was a true disciple of Tianxiang Pavilion.