It turns out that I am a peerless warrior

"Okay, there is nothing particularly big in today's meeting." Qingshan Patriarch sat at the top and regained his dignity and said: "I just want to inform you, Patriarch, I have to be supported by an expert, and I have received a sword to increase my combat power.

, the battle with Xuanwu is no longer out of the question."

The words conveyed the pride of Qingshan Patriarch, which also swept away the decadent look of Qingshan Sect.

"God bless me Qingshanmen."

Everyone shouted.

"So you can rest easy!" The loud voice of the Qingshan ancestor spread throughout the audience, "Do you have anything else to discuss? If you don't have a poop, let's leave!"

Next, everyone looked at me and me, and they all saw the same desire in each other's eyes.

Finally, the great elder stepped out and said respectfully: "Ancestor, can you let us see this precious sword?"

Following his words, all the hopeful eyes focused on him.

"Fine!"

Ancestor Qingshan nodded, although he was reluctant, but with so many people wanting to see it, it was not easy to refuse.

"Then just open your eyes and watch me." m.9biquge.\ncom

As soon as he finished speaking, the place became quiet.

Everyone held their breath and widened their eyes.

"Whoosh!"

A light lit up.

In just a moment, Patriarch Qingshan put the knife back, with a smug smile on his face, and said leisurely: "How is it, have you seen it?"

"Ancestor..."

Everyone in the audience looked aggrieved.

With Patriarch Qingshan's hand speed, they didn't see anything except a beam of light.

"Okay, Third Elder, you two stay, the others can disperse!" Patriarch Qingshan said impatiently.

Everyone left unwillingly, leaving only the third elder and Yu Wujie.

"I wonder what the ancestor has to do with leaving me two?" the third elder asked respectfully, hoping in his heart that the ancestor would compensate him for something.

"Ancestor, I also apologize for destroying your palace and hurting your disciples. The sect has nothing to compensate you for, so I will make an exception and let you two take a look at this sword!" Ancestor Qingshan said grandly.

said.

The third elder looked ugly.

But being able to take one more look at the sword is finally a kind of compensation.

Ancestor Qingshan took out the knife again, but it only lasted for a while, but at least the two of them saw the true appearance of the knife.

The two of them never imagined that the thing regarded as a treasure by Patriarch Qingshan was actually a kitchen knife.

Yes, a kitchen knife.

However, the two of them also really felt the power of this kitchen knife. The sharp aura and strong martial spirit fully represented that this was a peerless magic knife!

Yu Wujie was cautious and burned the image of the knife on a jade slip.

Patriarch Qingshan just looked at him one more time and didn't say anything.

After leaving Qingshan Hall, Yu Wujie rushed towards the outer gate. Many people secretly pointed at him along the way, but due to his identity, most disciples did not dare to be too blatant.

But even so, his face was quite gloomy.

"Brother Wu Jie, I heard that you were injured, how are you?"

Finally, a beautiful figure in a long skirt walked towards Yu Wujie and said worried words.

She is Peng Ying. Since she officially joined Qingshan Sect, her dress and temperament have been qualitatively improved, and she has become more beautiful.

"My taste is really good. With this beauty, I'm afraid I'll be in the top ten of Qingshan Gate."

A look of confusion flashed across Yu Wujie's pale face. If Peng Ying hadn't had a good foundation, he, as the elder's direct disciple, would not have set his sights on a mortal who was not even worthy of joining the Qingshan Sect.

After approaching Peng Ying, the color on her face disappeared and she said gently: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Looking at your face being so pale, you still said you were fine." Peng Ying looked worried and asked softly: "By the way, what's going on? How could you get hurt in the sect."

Peng Ying's questions seemed to arouse bad memories in Yu Wujie.

There is also fear in the shame.

The moment the knife struck down, he really thought he was dead.

However, Yu Wujie quickly put away the fear on his face and said lightly: "The ancestor got a treasured sword. The sword was too powerful and even he couldn't control it. By mistake, not only did he cut off my master's

The palace just happened to hit me..."

When Peng Ying heard this, his expression changed.

Yu Wujie glanced at her, sighed, and said: "Speaking of which, taking this stab also took away a lot of my efforts. I almost exhausted all my trump cards, but I was still injured."

As he said that, he looked at Peng Ying with an apologetic look on his face, "Ying'er, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. The injury made you worry."

"How could it be?" Peng Ying nervously held Yu Wujie's hand and quickly comforted him: "It's a miracle that you can take the ancestor's sword. I'm afraid none of the disciples can do it!"

"What's the use? I'm still injured." Yu Wujie shook his head sadly.

"You are really strong and great." Peng Ying said hurriedly.

Yu Wujie turned his gaze towards her and asked, "Really?"

"Really, you are the best in my heart." Peng Ying said solemnly.

"Yinger, you are so kind." Yu Wujie said gently. With a slight movement of his palm, Peng Ying was hugged into his arms. Feeling the softness in his arms, the corners of Yu Wujie's lips raised unconsciously.

After some intimacy, Peng Ying asked curiously: "By the way, brother Wujie, the ancestor's sword has arrived."