Traveling through the world of high martial arts, I opened the simple mode

【Ding! 】

【Your Songfeng swordsmanship has reached perfection. 】

[You have an epiphany, pine needle sword energy! 】

"Pine Needle Sword Qi?" Su Yuchen frowned.

He instantly activated [Pine Needle Sword Qi].

As soon as the sword qi came out, one could tell at a glance that this kind of sword qi was different.

These are sword qi like thin needles. After they are separated, they can be ejected like dense and violent raindrops, which is inevitable for people to avoid.

Gathered together, it is really similar to the branches and leaves of pines and cypresses.

No wonder it is called [Pine Needle Sword Qi].

This also reminded Su Yuchen of his previous life on Earth, when parents used to use thin branches or bamboo sticks to whip their children.

It is also euphemistically called, fried pork with bamboo shoots.

But now, the branches and bamboo sticks have turned into sword energy, if it is drawn on the body, what would it be like?

"Suddenly I feel that this [Pine Needle Sword Qi] is very suitable for torture..."

With a remark in his heart, Su Yuchen thought about it, and was about to think about the [Artifact Refining Technique] he had acquired not long ago.

During this period of time, when Su Yuchen occasionally went to work in the Artifact Refining Hall, he would occasionally receive notifications that the proficiency of [Artifact Refining Technique] had increased.

Even if he didn't do anything, he could gain proficiency for nothing just by watching those disciples in the Artifact Refining Hall forging artifacts there.

Therefore, without doing anything, his [Artifact Refining Technique] has been raised to lv3 now.

Su Yuchen was thinking, should I find a time and a place to use the materials I got to practice and build something for fun?

Among the materials he possessed, some of them were no worse than the extraterrestrial iron meteorite that had been circulated in the rivers and lakes before, and some of them were even better.

In this way, as long as the level of [Smelting Art] is high enough, logically speaking, it is possible to forge weapons that are even better than the [Peerless Excalibur] forged by the Sword Forging Villa.

Just as he was thinking about these things, he suddenly felt a movement not far from the woods.

He hurriedly restrained his breath, and walked quickly towards his hut.

At this moment, a figure stumbled out of the forest.

But before he took a few steps, the man leaned on a big tree with one hand, vomiting blood in his mouth.

By the moonlight, Su Yuchen could see this man's face clearly.

Isn't this Wu Yong, the leader of the third peak?

At this time, Wu Yong, the leader of the third peak, had a livid complexion and his chest heaved weakly.

Even his lips were blue-purple, and his body was still shaking, as if he was very cold.

From this appearance, it seems to be poisoned.

It's still poisonous.

but……

Didn't the head and the eight peak masters all go to Zhujian Villa to participate in the sword sacrifice ceremony?

Why Wu Yong, the leader of the third peak, suddenly appeared in the back mountain.

And poisoned?

next second.

There was another rush of footsteps.

Hearing this voice, Wu Yong, the leader of the third peak, turned pale and looked back, feeling bad in his heart.

Chapter 9

A wild voice came from the woods.

"Hahahaha!"

"The leader really didn't lie to me!"

"The current Qingcheng Sword Sect is really empty!"

"Wu Yong! Hand over your treasure, and I will spare you!"

Hearing this voice, Wu Yong, the leader of the third peak, stood there, staring at the man who came out of the woods.

This is a man in his forties, with long hair hanging loose, purple lips, and purple nails on both hands.

And on his palms, bursts of cold air flashed from time to time.

Seeing this scene, Su Yuchen instantly understood.

Wu Yong should have been injured by this man with loose long hair, that's why he got cold poison.

The martial arts practiced by this man should belong to the category of cold and vicious.

just.

Peak Lord Wu Yong is a martial arts expert at the peak of the third rank.

This is already the stage of the upper third rank!

This level is in the martial arts, and that is also a well-known figure.

Such a strength has been seriously injured, so what level is the man with loose hair who injured him?

At this time, Wu Yong, the leader of the third peak, said: "Mingkun, I don't know what you are talking about... My Qingcheng Sword Sect has long since fallen, so where is the treasure?"

"Still pretending to be stupid for me here?" Ming Kun frowned.

He said: "More than 100 years ago, my grandfather had already joined your Qingcheng Sword Sect!"

"In this world, no one knows, no one knows, the sword of your Qingcheng Sword Sect patriarch is [Male and Male Dragon and Tiger Sword]!

In conjunction with this, there is also a secret method of cultivation! "

The male and female dragon and tiger swords are the magical weapons of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and the magic formula that goes with this magic weapon is also the highest secret skill.

According to legend, this secret technique was created by the ancestor himself in the past, and it has the magical power to kill demons and control ghosts. It has been passed down for more than a thousand years.

It's just that I don't know where this rumor came from in the Jianghu.

Those who have obtained this secret technique are invincible in the world.

More than 100 years ago, Mingkun's grandfather, the old monster Youming, joined the Qingcheng Sword School for the highest secret skill in the legend.

But in the end, it was repelled by the Qingcheng Sword Sect at that time.

Unexpectedly, more than 100 years later, Mingkun, the grandson of the old monster Nether, would come to his door again.

Wu Yong: "You also said, that is the saber of my patriarch, and it happened thousands of years ago.

After the Qingcheng Eight Sword Immortals fell one after another, the ancestors also disappeared.

Among them is the sword of the patriarch, as for the secret method you mentioned, I have no idea..."

Hearing this, Ming Kun's eyes narrowed, revealing a bloodthirsty expression.

"It seems that you want to die..." Ming Kun said.

"You have been hit by my Nether God Palm, and the cold poison has already entered your body. If you don't get the antidote, you will definitely die tonight!

I will give you another chance to tell the whereabouts of the secret method!

Now the entire Qingcheng Sword Sect, only you are on the third rank, don't expect anyone to save you!

If you cooperate obediently, I can promise not to hurt any of your disciples afterwards.

If you are disobedient, not only will I kill you tonight, but I will also slaughter your whole family! "

Ming Kun's eyes were cold.

Wu Yong is the pinnacle of the third rank, but so is Ming Kun.

Two third-rank peaks, logically speaking, should be comparable in strength.

But Mingkun has perfectly inherited all his grandfather's mantle, and practicing Nether God's Palm is like a god's help.

This martial art seems to be custom-made for him.

Now in his early 40s, he has already reached the peak of the third rank.

It was also because of this that even though he was only at the peak of the third rank, he was stronger than most of the peak ranks of the third rank.

As long as his Nether God Palm hits the enemy, the opponent will be poisoned with cold and their strength will be greatly reduced.

And taking advantage of this advantage, Ming Kun, who was at the peak of the third rank, even dared to compete with the second rank warriors.

It is also because of this that he gained a great reputation in the martial arts by virtue of this ability, or rather a bad reputation.

Although he made many enemies, he later joined the Lotus Holy Cult.

This also caused his enemies not to dare to take revenge easily, they could only swallow their anger first.

Before that, Mingkun had been hiding in the dark, and attacked Wu Yong who rushed back to the sect first.

Wu Yong was poisoned by cold and his strength was greatly reduced. It was impossible for him to be Ming Kun's opponent.

As for the head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect and other peak masters, they are not here at the moment, so how can they control the affairs here.

It was also because of this that Mingkun dared to kill the Qingcheng Sword Sect overnight alone.

Hearing Ming Kun's words, Wu Yong took a deep breath.

He is not stupid, no matter whether he says it or not, as far as the current situation is concerned, he is doomed to die.

Fortunately, the senior brother and the other peak masters are already on their way back.

Now, as long as he can delay the time, when the sect master and all the peak masters return, he will be able to capture this little devil Mingkun!

Wu Yong thought quickly, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

Just when he was thinking about what method to use to delay the time, his heart suddenly ached, as if he had been pricked by ice needles.

"puff!"