The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Xuan Yuan asked the Lord God for Miao Miao's blood and demon pill. He was not sure that the Lord God would give them to him. He thought that even if the Lord God agreed, he would make a series of requests. After all, before this, Xuan Yuan had never heard that the things taken away by the Lord God as a reward could be spit out and returned by the Lord God.

But now, it is not known whether the Lord God really does not care about this little thing, or He is too eager to get the thing He has been pursuing tirelessly. So at this time, facing Xuan Yuan's request, He is completely in a state of giving whatever He wants. As long as Xuan Yuan opens his mouth to propose conditions, He will agree without hesitation.

From this point of view, Xuan Yuan did not continue to make a series of feasible and unreasonable requests to the Lord God just because he was the only seller. Isn't it too kind! At least in Xuan Yuan's own heart, he really feels that he is very kind and has not taken advantage of the fire or added insult to injury.

Spreading out his right hand, a fist-sized ball of light appeared in the white and smooth palm. The ball of light was wrapped in a ball of rich blood light. The blood light was shimmering and radiating, revealing a strange power. It was the blood of Miaomiao that belonged to the cat demon.

Inside the ball of light was a small ball that looked like a pill the size of a thumb. There was a faint mist-like smoke entangled on the small ball, and these smokes kept gathering and dispersing, and from time to time condensed into the shape of a cat. Running, sleeping, eating, playing, various postures would condense and form from time to time, and appear vividly outside the small ball. This small ball was Miaomiao's demon pill.

He held the blood and demon pill of the cat demon in his hand, but Xuanyuan could clearly perceive that this power was not very strong. Not to mention compared with the tabby cat Hutian he had seen, even the white cat Baiping and the black cat Xiaomei were not as good as him. At least the power contained in this demon pill was very shallow, far from being powerful or precious.

But this is not something difficult to understand. When trading with the Lord God, Miaomiao was just a kitten who had just grown up. Her blood and demon pill were not strong enough, so the demon blood and demon pill taken away by the Lord God looked so weak. Even monsters need to practice for a long time to become stronger. There is no reason to become stronger without paying anything.

"I wanted to return this blood and demon pill to you directly, but now it seems that there is not enough time." Xuanyuan looked at the sky that had already broken at the horizon, and said to Miaomiao who was napping in the cat's nest with some regret. He didn't know how long it would take to return the blood and demon pill to Miaomiao, but he was going out now, and obviously didn't have enough time to take care of Miaomiao and wait for her to take her power back safely.

After a moment of hesitation, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but smile again. He said softly, "But this is also good. I can go to the stray animal adoption center to inform the cats there and tell them that Miao Miao wants to take back her blood and demon pills. Well, I am still very interested in the history of monsters." I think the cats will not be stingy in using this as a reward, right?

Having made up his mind, Xuan Yuan smiled with a hint of joy. He was not the kind of person who would help others in need. He was so kind to help Miao Miao get back her blood and demon pills. First, he was moved by Jiang He and Miao Miao's willingness to give for each other, and by the sincere feelings that developed after the encounter between humans and monsters.

Second, it was because... Hey, he also wanted to see if the monsters whose blood and demon pills had been deprived by the Lord God could integrate their own blood and demon pills into their bodies intact after taking them back? If monsters can do it, then can the monsters do it as well? Xuan Yuan was somewhat interested in this.

It cannot be said that he was taking the opportunity to experiment with Miaomiao. It can only be said that it was a coincidence. He was not sure whether it would work. It was just a research direction. If it succeeded, Miaomiao would regain her power and become a cat demon again. If it failed, the outcome would not be too bad. The worst outcome would be just losing power and blood. How miserable could it be?

Moreover, for his kindness in saving Miaomiao, the cat tribe must be sensible to give some rewards. Wouldn't this kill two birds with one stone and let Xuanyuan get some things from the cat tribe? Although the value may not be very high, it is just better than nothing, but it is better than nothing.

After packing up and changing clothes, he added cat food to the automatic feeder and water to the cat bowl. After making sure that Miaomiao would not starve to death even if he was away for a whole day, Xuanyuan took the bag and went out. He still had to go to work today, so he couldn't spare time to help Miaomiao restore her bloodline for the time being. He could only put it aside for the time being. However, since both her bloodline and demon pill were taken back, it wouldn't be a big problem to wait a little longer.

Jiang He's work was really not challenging for Xuan Yuan. He could just deal with it casually, and this day should have been spent in an ordinary and routine manner. However, when Xuan Yuan had just finished lunch and returned to the company at noon, he received a call without a number.

After Xuan Yuan answered the phone casually, an old and majestic voice sounded on the other end of the phone. This slightly hoarse voice said in a condescending and unpleasantly frowning arrogant attitude: "Youngster, didn't your elders teach you that as a Qi Refiner, you should not be involved with the demons? Are the youngsters now as ignorant as you, willing to degenerate and mix with the demons?"

Facing the rebuke from this old and arrogant voice, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, curled up his thin lips, and showed a slightly cold smile. He snorted and repeated his question in a scornful tone: "My elder?" Danfeng's eyes were slightly curved. Xuan Yuan suddenly chuckled as he thought of the master he once worshiped, the sword sect who had stayed for a long time to learn swordsmanship and gradually became stronger, and who had been guarding him for many years.

"If you want to ask what my teachers taught me, then I can tell you." Xuan Yuan answered with a smile on his lips, "They only taught me one sentence: Everything in this world can only be killed or not; Everything in this world can only be determined by what you want to do or what you don't want to do, as long as you have the sword in your hand."

The smile on the corner of his lips turned cold, with a bit of careless ridicule and coldness, and Xuan Yuan's voice suddenly became colder, as if the sharp sword energy was raging non-stop: "So, I want to make friends with the demon clan and establish a relationship. , then there is nothing wrong with doing this, so why are you willing to fall? Besides, who are you, and what position do you take to denounce that hanging out with the demon clan is self-destruction? "

"If you have any questions about my master's teaching methods, then please wipe your neck and ask, but I think with your cultivation level, you shouldn't be able to see them." The smile on Xuan Yuan's lips turned cold. , with a bit of contempt and coldness. Thousands of years have passed since Xuan Yuan was in the world of cultivation. His master either died because his longevity was approaching, or he died in the battles in the world of cultivation, and he was no longer there long ago.

In the world of cultivation, Xuan Yuan is already the Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect, and the monks who are one generation above him or of the same generation have long since fallen. After all, in the world of cultivation, if there is no way to ascend to a new world and push cultivation to a higher level, then death is inevitable, sooner or later.

A monk's longevity is almost certain according to his level of cultivation. Even if there are life-extending pills that can be taken, there is still a time to take all the life-extending pills. Once the life span is approaching, there is really nothing to say. It's really The king of hell wants your life at the third watch. Who dares to keep you alive until the fifth watch? The life of a monk is really exhausted, and it is impossible to extend it even for a minute or a second.

"What a rebellious, sharp-tongued junior, but he behaves like this when facing his elders? Well, well, well, he is indeed a good upbringer and a good teacher." Xuan Yuan's voice was condensed, his tone was disdainful and he said something indifferent, and the phone The old man with an old and arrogant tone on the other end suddenly became angry and shouted angrily with a cold tone. He sneered, "Young man, don't be too ignorant. Do you think we can't do anything to you?"

The old man sneered, and his originally arrogant and condescending tone gradually became a bit harsh. He said in a deep voice: "We have already investigated everything about you. Who do you think you are?" When Yuan opened his mouth to say something, the person on the other end of the phone had already spoken, "Jiang He, his father Jiang Guoping and his mother Li Chunlan both teach in a private junior high school and live in..."

As if to show off his energy and strength, the person on the other end of the phone read Jiang He's information in general, and then said in a threatening tone: "Young man, as an elder, let me tell you, people like you who don't know the heights of the world, are self-defeating. I have seen a lot of young people who think they are strong, but you are the ones who are most likely to hit the wall, and you will always get into trouble with the wrong people because of your unruly attitude."

"Jiang He, we have investigated everything about you clearly. Whether it is your parents or relatives, we all know their whereabouts. If you don't want to lose someone important because of offending us, then lower your Be obedient." The old man's words were full of oppression and threats.

Xuan Yuan narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of condensation on his clean and gentle face. Even his eyes were ridiculed with disdain and contempt. Such self-righteous threats and coercion really reminded Xuan Yuan. Many fools I have encountered in the past have also threatened Xuan Yuan like this.

As for the fate of these idiots... Haha, there is really nothing to say. Why not ask the Broken Heaven Sword if you still remember the feeling of the sword piercing those people's bodies and being stained by their blood. Xuan Yuan would never let go easily when faced with people who dared to challenge him.

Probably because Jian Xuanyuan didn't speak for a long time, the person on the other end of the phone thought that Xuanyuan was afraid, so he couldn't help but sneered and continued: "Boy, you should know that you are afraid by now, you are not someone you can afford to offend. Since you know you are afraid, then be sensible and obey me honestly.”

After uttering the threatening words, the old man with an old voice finally told the real reason why he went to Xuanyuan: "I heard that you are very close to those monsters of the cat tribe? I think you must have a way to call them to your home, right? "