The Lord who use immortals as food

There was a commotion from all directions, and Pei Ye rushed down with his sword. Gan Zifeng, who was sitting in the corner, was a step faster and had already raised his cards and crashed into the inner circle: "Two people can stay at Xianqiao Peak, and the others are not allowed to come within three feet!"

Then he immediately turned his head and pointed: "Zhao Cheng, stop this person! No one is allowed to approach Zhang Jingbi - Master Xu!!"

The woman she had seen before was stopped three feet away, and a young man had already stopped in front of her.

Gan Zifeng looked around and said coldly: "Something is fishy. The Law Enforcement Hall will take over here. Please don't make it difficult for your fellow disciples."

The people from the Law Enforcement Hall who had been hiding in the dark all around had arrived one after another. Xu Chang stood on the spot trembling slightly, his face blank and pale, and he held the sword tightly in his hands.

Pei Ye walked forward and looked at the scene without saying a word.

Thanks to Gan Zifeng's quick response, no unnecessary people approached. At this time, this piece of mysterious energy has been isolated, Yan Caiyue has not yet passed out, his broken arm and abdominal wound have been sealed, blood is dripping down in two shocking large areas, his face is pale, pain and confusion appear on his face at the same time , it seems that he still cannot accept the picture in front of him.

The man kneeling next to him must be his elder. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but standing two feet away, Pei Ye could feel a deep coldness.

On the other side, Zhang Jingbi was knocked to the ground by the wind of the palm and did not move. He looked at the young man surrounded by the crowd in confusion and fear. Three people from the Law Enforcement Hall stood around him with cold expressions.

"The vein tree is indeed broken." The person in the medical hall stood up at this time, his voice was solemn, "I'm afraid the injury is very serious."

"Impossible!" Xu Chang stepped forward and screamed, "How could Jingbi crush his vein tree!"

The kneeling man turned his head sharply and stared at her fiercely.

Gan Zifeng moved two steps and used his body to cut off the sight of the two of them: "The Medical Hall will not make mistakes in this simple judgment. What exactly happened, the Law Enforcement Hall will investigate fairly, so you don't need to say any more unnecessary words."

Gan Zifeng put down these words, turned around and looked around at the people who were looking around in panic, and said in a powerful voice: "Zhang Jingbi of Caiwu Peak maimed a fellow disciple on the sword-discussing stage due to personal anger, and was temporarily detained in the law enforcement hall. After the whole story is clear, he will be released on the same day." Discuss the situation according to the sect rules; Yan Caiyue has no fear for his life. The sword discussion will continue after pausing for half an hour. The sword has no eyes. Follow-up disciples should pay more attention."

The Medical Hall and the Law Enforcement Hall took the two away respectively. Zhang Jingbi's face was pale, and he was speechless in panic: "I, I don't have it, I don't know, mother, I don't have it!"

Xu Shang hurriedly stepped forward, but Gan Zifeng frowned and stopped again. He stretched out his arm and held his sword in front of her: "Master Xu!"

Xu Chang stood still with a pale face.

Gan Zifeng said solemnly: "You must also accept the investigation and pay attention to avoid suspicion."

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"It's like a coincidence." Gan Zifeng walked out of the medical hall and the young man beside him whispered.

Gan Zifeng was noncommittal and returned to the sidelines to look at the stage. The two disciples had restarted the competition.

Gan Zifeng looked at it for a while: "Do you see any signs of losing control?"

"No - just before the incident, everything was normal."

Gan Zifeng sighed softly: "But I didn't react, and neither did the senior Zhu Feng."

Zhao Cheng was silent.

This is the most bizarre part of this bloody incident. There are always winners and losers in Wubi, and it is not uncommon to turn defeat into victory. However, all the Xuanmen are sitting here just to look after the disciples, not to mention that there are suspected to be watching the Death Tower and the Law Enforcement Hall. We also arranged extra manpower.

However, that sword strike was so sudden and fast, causing tragedy before all the masters could react.

Gan Zifeng turned his head: "Young Master Pei may have a more enlightened view on the art of swordsmanship? Do you have any ideas?"

"I'm serious." Pei Ye was silent for a moment, "I was indeed looking at this combination at the time. Is this sword the most basic swordsmanship of your clan?"

"It's the "Third Floor Sword" at the beginning of Shanmen." Gan Zifeng said, "This sword is very simple. Its only advantage is that it is light and quick. Most of the Kongtong disciples have learned it."

"Yeah." Pei Ye nodded, stayed quiet for a while, and said softly, "This sword feels so abrupt to me."

".Sudden?"

"Abrupt." Pei Ye said, "I think this is the fundamental reason why everyone was caught off guard. It's not that the time is fast, but that there is no foreshadowing or trend in the sword's movement. It starts suddenly and fast, but is frighteningly accurate. It perfectly cuts through this fleeting weakness, as if someone inserted such a sword that does not belong to the swordsman at all."

Gan Zifeng was silent for a moment: "Are you saying that someone might have controlled Zhang Jingbi's mind at that moment?"

"I'm afraid it's difficult to reach this level with the art of mind and spirit." Pei Ye said. After two months of training, what he knew was actually very poor, but in terms of "mind and spirit" and "sword", he had indeed touched their upper limits. , "Moreover, I—Zhan Xin Liuli didn't notice it either."

This term made Gan Zifeng nod in agreement: "That's what Pei Shaoxia thinks."

"Sometimes a swordsman will indeed use such a sword." Pei Ye was silent for a moment, "either with a lot of accumulation, or with the connection between the soul and the mind, in an instant, he burst out with a power far beyond his own - this is the excellence of the sword. the privilege of the author.”

"So Pei Shaoxia also thinks it's a coincidence?"

"On the contrary." Pei Ye said, "I don't think Zhang Jingbi can use such a sword."

"Why?"

"Such a sword requires a very dazzling spiritual light. Zhang Jingbi has not shown such a level of swordsmanship before."

"But didn't you say before that this is what 'Aura' is?" Zhao Cheng couldn't help but ask.

"It's not exactly the same. Such a sword is not so easy to come by." Pei Ye was quiet for a moment and looked into the distance. "Some people can use it, and some people will never be able to use it in their lifetime. And it not only relies on the swordsman One's own talent and level also have requirements for external situations - usually in desperate situations, at times of spiritual enlightenment, and so on."

"Zhang Jingbi, did you look like he was under heavy pressure just now?" Gan Zifeng said at this time.

Pei Ye was silent for a moment: "I think it's not enough."

"So, you don't think this is a sword that Zhang Jingbi can use himself?"

"At least, not so pure."

Gan Zifeng nodded slowly: "We will note this down. Does Pei Shaoxia have any deeper thoughts?"

Pei Ye frowned and shook his head: "It ends here."

Pei Ye looked at the stage: "I think there is some kind of force at work, but in front of everyone, the stage is clean and although the sword is far above the level, its destination is indeed in full compliance with Zhang Jingbi's own will—— He was just hasty in "The White Rainbow" before drawing the sword."

Zhao Cheng frowned at this moment: "When we were on stage before, Xi Tianji mentioned this weakness of Yan Caiyue! Zhang Jingbi's position should have heard it."

"This is not a secret." Pei Ye subconsciously glanced at the sword in his hand, "Many people can see it. 'Knowing' is not important, 'doing' is difficult to understand."

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"If it was Huansilou who took action, what was their purpose?" Gan Zifeng said suddenly, "I remember Wu Hejian's letter said that Huansilou used soul beads to seize souls and steal swords, so what's the use of deposing Yan Caiyue? .”

"Maybe it's to fish in troubled waters." Pei Ye whispered, "The noble sect gathers the disciples in one place and prevents the Xuanmen from entering the mountain."

Gan Zifeng narrowed his eyes: "After the warrior's cultivation is abolished, will he still have the value of having his soul taken away?"

"As long as the state of mind is not broken, that's fine."

Gan Zifeng nodded slowly: "I understand."

The words stopped here, and the three of them continued to look at the two disciples who were testing the sword on the stage without saying a word. Until the end of their sparring, no blood showed up.

"I'm going to make some inquiries." Pei Ye said, "Goodbye for now, Deacon Gan and Senior Brother Zhao."

"Young Master Pei will leave for now. I will also go back to the Law Enforcement Hall to inquire about the matter."

On the lotus platform, Kong Lanting, Guan Qianyan and others were still sitting where they were, but their faces were a little white and there was no smile anymore.

Pei Ye did not go over, but waved to the young boy who felt the gaze from a distance and called him over.

Kong Lanting ran over: "Brother Pei, what's the matter--how is Senior Brother Yan?"

"There is no risk of life." Pei Ye said, "But in terms of practice, it may be cut off."

"How could this happen?" The young man was stunned.

"How talented is Zhang Jingbi?" Pei Ye asked directly.

"His talent has always been pretty good. Now that he can learn "Fengshan Ming" by himself, he should be the best in Kongtong."

"Compared to you?"

"A little worse - what's wrong, Brother Pei?"

Pei Ye nodded and told him his thoughts: "I don't think Zhang Jingbi can use this sword, but I can't find where he was affected - judging from this, he was indeed He wants to use the sword like this, but he shouldn’t really be able to use it.”

Kong Lanting looked at him blankly, his face suddenly turned pale.

"What's wrong?"

The young man's voice became slightly hoarse: "Brother Pei, do you think this sword was not used by Senior Brother Zhang himself?"

".What's wrong?"

"C-could it be his sword?"

".What?"

Kong Lanting hesitated: "I think Senior Brother Zhang may have touched the 'living sword'?"

Pei Ye frowned: "What did you say?"

Kong Lanting originally looked stunned, but when the young man looked at him solemnly, he seemed to escape from reality and return to reality: "Ah, there is a story. It is said that there are some living demon swords hidden in Kongtong Mountain. Kongtong’s sword skills are wandering where no one can see them. If you don’t practice your sword skills properly, you will be approached by demon swords who have mastered the corresponding sword skills. If you cannot defeat them.”

The more Kong Lanting spoke, the lower his voice became. Gradually, he felt that he had been foolish and touched his head in embarrassment.

"What will happen?"

".I don't know." Kong Lanting was a little surprised.

Pei Ye immediately understood that this was a necessary element of an "educational story" - the fear of the unknown is long enough.

"Who told you this?" Pei Ye didn't want to give up any clue.

"Teaching swordsmanship." Kong Lanting said, "But...he definitely didn't make it up. Many people heard it when they were young."

Pei Ye still didn't give up: "Have you ever been approached by a living sword?"

Kong Lanting was immediately a little surprised and aggrieved: "I practice my sword hard every day."

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When Pei Ye arrived in front of the law enforcement hall, the sky was getting dark.

The bright candle was lit early. Pei Ye raised his sword and went straight in. The elongated shadow climbed over the courtyard wall, courtyard trees, and roof eaves one after another, and then disappeared.

Dull echoing footsteps began to sound, which was a tunnel going underground.

But it is not deep into the dungeon, because this is a mountain peak. After passing through this road, the front suddenly opens up. The exit is on the cliff. There is a dark cloud and mist outside. Many unconnected stone pillars break out of the mist. Connected to the cliff with iron locks.

It is conceivable that when the prisoner is sent up, the chain will be broken.

"Disciple, you can calmly repent here." Zhao Cheng made a not-so-funny joke and laughed to himself, "This case is in Jiajiuzhu."

Pei Ye followed his guidance and came to a rather wide peak pillar, where a wide grotto was carved, with candles flickering inside.

Zhao Cheng led him into the cave to the end, where a stone prison built against a peak appeared in front of him.

Pei Ye took a quick look and saw the young man sitting stunned. His limbs had been tied with unknown magic weapons, and every movement seemed difficult.

"Young Master Pei can just ask questions at will." Zhao Cheng explained, then turned around and said, "Zhang Jingbi! Remember, if there is anything that is not true, you will be punished with an additional penalty!"

In fact, there was no need for him to threaten him at all. The young man's lips and face had already turned pale, like a cold quail in the rain, and there was no possibility of him resisting.

For a young man who grew up with a doting mother, this is indeed another cruel side of the sect that he has never been exposed to.

Pei Ye looked at him quietly and said softly: "Don't be afraid, just tell the truth - you didn't want to harm Yan Caiyue, right?"

"I, I wanted to defeat him." Zhang Jingbi was a little at a loss and sobbed in a low voice, "Yes, it's my fault."

Pei Ye couldn't help but smile: "Do you want to hurt him?"

"I, I didn't think about it that much."

Pei Ye asked more clearly: "Look at me, at that moment, did you want to cut off his arm, pierce his Dantian, and make him a useless person from now on?"

Zhang Jingbi's face turned pale: "No! I didn't think so."

Pei Ye nodded: "I think so."

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"Some swords require strong desire to support them." Pei Ye whispered, "Then the second question is, how did you use that sword?"

"Which sword?"

"The "Third Floor Sword", one sword broke through Yan Caiyue's [Guanri] and penetrated into his Dantian."

"It was at that moment that I thought of his weakness." Zhang Jingbi lowered his head in shame, "I really wanted to win this fight. I secretly checked him and knew he had a flaw here, and then I stabbed him. .”

"that's all?"

"That's it." Zhang Jingbi whispered, "I don't know how."

"Have you ever felt that there were other forces interfering with your sword, or that there was anything wrong with it?"

Zhang Jingbi was stunned: "No, I just feel that this sword is very smooth. If you give me another chance, I will definitely not be able to stab it."

Pei Ye was silent for a while, gently rubbed his eyebrows, stood up and looked at the dark mist outside the peak.

Even though his intuition kept denying it, all visible signs showed that it was indeed Zhang Jingbi who stabbed the sword in the spiritual light.

Of course, Pei Ye never wanted to believe such a coincidence. He believed that the accident that happened to Yan Caiyue at this moment must be driven by Huansilou. They used a method that no one could guess to create this thing, and what purpose did they intend to achieve through it?

Pei Ye lowered his head and thought about all this. He couldn't figure out a result from all the confusion, and his lips gradually pursed.

Finally he sighed softly, the lights dimmed, and the coolness of the autumn night filled the air. Not to mention the dense fog on the solitary peak here, and the coldness stuck to his skin through his clothes.

Let’s put it down for now, and plan to go back and read [Zhaoyou], maybe I can get some clues.

When he left this solitary prison, his lowered eyes were suddenly attracted by something and fell on the solitary table under the candle.

It was a sword, the Kongtong standard, the one belonging to Zhang Jingbi. After the law enforcement officials imprisoned him, they temporarily put the unloaded weapon here. Sooner or later it will be handled more appropriately, but not yet.

Pei Ye thought of the story Kong Lanting told about "the big bad wolf who eats children who can't sleep", and smiled with a low eyebrow, thinking that if there really was such a sword, it could indeed solve this problem.

He turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly froze in place.

A chill rose from my heart.

He slowly moved his gaze back and looked at the long sword carefully.

As a swordsman, Pei Ye is used to glancing at the opponent's sword when they first meet.

Many times, just one glance is enough to clearly note something.

Zhang Jingbi was the only one who looked at him twice because there was a pink safety buckle hanging conspicuously on the hilt. For a seventeen-year-old boy, his mother's care obviously made him a little embarrassed, so after taking the stage, the button on his sword was no longer visible - Pei Ye of course thought he had unbuttoned it. Something that was cumbersome and made him laughable.

But no.

On this sword that was still stained with blood, not only was the safety buckle missing, but there was no iron ring at the end of the hilt to fasten the tassel!

This is not the same sword at all.