Martial Inverse

The disciples of Guiyuan Sword Sect stood in a row in the restaurant, each with their heads bowed, their faces extremely ugly.

Feng Hao has never spoken since he entered the restaurant. Sun Wukong was there to teach the stubborn disciples of Jianzong, he was too lazy to take care of it, drinking tea on his own is the kingly way.

Sun Wukong stepped on the bench with one foot, took out the twelve pocket flying swords in his trouser pocket, and played with them. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he looked at the group of sword sect qi refiners jokingly.

"You really have the guts of a bear and a leopard. Even my grandson dared to sneak attack. Tell my grandson, why so many of you monks gathered in this county?" Sun Wukong said seriously.

The twelve sword sect qi refiners looked at each other, and a younger qi refiner muttered, "You were the one who smashed the table first..."

Sun Wukong moved his ears and scolded: "Who? Who is talking behind my old grandson's back?"

"..."

The Qi refiner of Jianzong tightened his heart, his body tensed up, and he didn't dare to show his breath. The coercion from Monkey King was too strong, just like seeing the head of Jianzong.

They were very confused. Among the sect forces in Changsha County, is there such a young and strong man? I'm afraid that only places like the capital of Xianyang can have such young qi refiners.

The young Qi refiner of Jianzong stood up, mustered up the courage to look directly at Sun Wukong and said, "It's me who is talking, senior wants to ask a question, you can just ask, why bother?"

Sun Wukong scratched the back of his head, half-closed his eyes and said: "If my old grandson said that the table was smashed just because I couldn't control the force, would you believe it?"

"..."

The sword sect qi refiner was speechless again.

"letter!"

It was still the young Qi refiner who spoke.

"call out!"

A flying sword emitting light blue light flew from Monkey King's palm towards the young Qi Refiner through the air.

"Ziheng!"

The expressions of the other sword sect qi refiners suddenly changed, and they all took a step forward, blocking in front of the young qi refiner.

Seeing this scene, Feng Hao and Sun Wukong frowned, and couldn't help but look at the young Qi practitioner named Ziheng, who seemed to be the core figure in Guiyuan Sword Sect.

Gusu Ziheng thought that the god of death finally came down,

He has almost closed his eyes, after all, the strength shown by Monkey King is too strong, so powerful that it cannot be stopped.

Those Qi refiners of Guiyuan Sword Sect also regarded death as home, desperately guarding Gusuzi in the center, watching the light blue flying sword shot through the air, their pupils constricted instantly.

However……

When the light blue flying sword approached the first Qi refiner, its speed suddenly slowed down, the tail of the sword flicked, and it slipped away from the eyes of the Qi refiner with a sense of playfulness...

slip!

Then, he sneaked up to Gusu Ziheng, walked around Gusu Ziheng a few times, and happily returned to Gusu Ziheng's body.

"This……"

Gusu Ziheng stayed where he was, and even the Qi refiners of Jianzong were in a dazed state.

what happened? Don't you want to kill someone? Why did you return the flying sword to the young suzerain? This guy must be sick!

Gusu Ziheng suddenly trembled, and he found that the flying sword of life in his body seemed to be in very good condition. He was very happy on the Qihai Snow Mountain, and he was more agile and spiritual than before.

He was actually promoted.

Obviously, this has something to do with Monkey King, Gusu Ziheng looked at Monkey King in disbelief, and asked doubtfully, "You helped me temper my natal flying sword?"

"What do you mean by helping? My old grandson just thinks that your flying sword is too bad, it is simply unsightly, so if you breathe out casually, you will be promoted automatically," Sun Wukong said softly.

It's a trivial thing, okay?

As the Holy King of Fighting, he had been refined for seventy-seven forty-nine days in the Eight Diagrams Pill Furnace of Laojun Shenwang, and he had already possessed the ability to temper divine weapons.

A mere flying sword is really a matter of one breath.

These words made the disciples of Guiyuan Sword Sect want to move. They looked at Monkey King eagerly, with fanaticism in their eyes.

As kendo qi masters, they cultivate their swords with their minds and accumulate their qi. Every time their natal flying sword improves, it will benefit their cultivation greatly, and their combat power will also rise several levels.

Sun Wukong directly ignored these qi refiners, and tempered Gusu Ziheng's flying sword with a casual breath. That was also because Gusu Ziheng's flying sword was completely different from these people's flying swords.

"Boy, my grandson tempered the flying sword for you and gave you a great fortune. I just want to ask you a few simple questions. Why are you monks from five or six sects gathered in this city? Have you ever seen five monsters with extremely ugly looks?"

Monkey King didn't bother to talk nonsense with these people, so he went straight to the point.

To be honest, if he hadn't met Gusuqin, a female Qi refiner of Guiyuan Sword Sect before, and had had such a slight match, he would have hit someone with a stick long ago with his temper.

Gusu Ziheng was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "Is this really the problem? Isn't it for the god-defying fetish that is about to be born?"

Fetish?

Heaven-defying fetish?

Feng Hao's ears twitched slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Why are these monks always going against the sky? They are very innocent and depressed, okay...

The name of Heaven-Defying Divine Object is very high-profile, and it may be very powerful in the eyes of Qi refiners, but in Feng Hao's view, it is probably just an ordinary treasure of heaven and earth, which is not worth paying attention to.

"Don't worry, we are not interested in the... God-defying fetish you mentioned, just say have you seen the five-headed monster?"

Feng Hao stood up, his eyes fell on Gusu Ziheng, and he was sure of one thing, the young sword sect qi refiner in front of him came from the same origin as the female monk kidnapped by Monkey King outside the city.

The source here is not the origin of the sect, but...the two are direct relatives, and Feng Hao can sense the same origin between the two.

He could see it, and Sun Wukong could see it too, so Feng Hao could understand Sun Wukong's original intention of tempering the young qi practitioner's flying sword.

Kidnapping an ordinary female monk is really a shame, and I urgently need to save face as the Holy King of Fighting, so I have to make a fuss about this kid's flying sword.

In the future, Guiyuan Jianzong must be grateful for Sun Wukong's actions today, which indirectly created the birth of a generation of sword immortals.

Gusu Ziheng shook his head, and said earnestly: "The general big monsters are in the deep mountains and old forests. The Qi Refining Sects of our country are all over the place. The big monsters are either surrendered or killed, but the big monsters who can make the two seniors pay attention... probably the whole Qin has none."

"They are not from this world..." Feng Hao said softly.

What?

Not from this world?

At this moment, the Qi refiners of Guiyuan Sword Sect looked uncomfortable and desperate. Feng Hao and Sun Houzi were suspicious, and Gusu Ziheng said helplessly: "Senior said that he didn't come here for the God-defying fetish. The treasure that was born this time came from beyond the sky... It was a ball of fire that seemed to seal the legendary Suzaku fire spirit inside... The suzerain said that the Suzaku fire spirit rules the south, and the arrival of this god is a sign of a great change in the world. But before that, there will be opportunities suitable for our Qi refiners in the south, and...if we Jianzong disciples can subdue a little spiritual fire, it will be of great benefit to the cultivation of flying swords..."