The cannon fodder changes his mind, but the protagonist wants to sell swords

Hefeng Xianzun smiled softly: "Do you have any clues about the results?"

Elder Fangzheng: "Immortal Lord, your beloved disciple has falsely accused the sect master's disciple. There are no wounds from the Frost Flower Sword on either of his arms."

Everyone quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look at Hefeng Immortal Lord.

Sect Master Ming Xin looked very ugly and waved his hand: "You all should stand down!"

"No need." Hefeng Xianzun stopped, "Senior brother, if you do this, it will make it difficult for me and my disciples to be human beings. Disciples who don't know will misunderstand that we are bending the law for personal gain."

"Junior brother, what do you think is the best punishment?" Sect Leader Ming Xin frowned.

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, these two masters and apprentices are just looking for trouble!

They both also knew that it was in plain sight... Why didn't they think of the consequences when they made the accusation with all their heart?

The staff of Hefeng Xianzun shook, golden light flashed around the ground, and Qin Nuo fell down.

Hefeng Immortal Lord: "In addition to being expelled from the sect, the Broken Sword Sect has another highest punishment. Once a teacher, he will always be a father. It is the fault of a son not to teach his father. Since the beloved disciple made a mistake, I am the biggest sinner. Let me do it. Let’s suffer it for her!”

"Immortal Lord!"

Elder Zhu Lie subconsciously shouted that he usually calls Hefeng Immortal without any honorific, but in fact he knows that Hefeng Immortal is much stronger than him.

Elder Fangzheng said seriously: "Immortal Lord, are you serious?"

Hefeng Immortal Lord laughed: "Of course, my golden elixir stage spiritual bones can offset her from being expelled from the sect, right?"

Elder Fang Zheng: "Yes, that's great."

The expressions of Master Hengze Immortal and Master Mingxin were both stiff. To them, Hefeng Immortal actually gave up his spiritual bones for the sake of a little girl's movie. What kind of master-disciple relationship can be achieved?

"Disciples, do you have any opinions?" Master Ming Xin asked decisively.

The disciples shook their heads one after another and looked up at Qinnuo, who was on the ground and had been knocked to sleep by Hefeng Xianzun's spiritual power, showing envy and jealousy.

The Broken Sword Sect has two maximum punishments, but the other one is too cruel and there are almost no candidates, so everyone defaults to being expelled from the Immortal Sect and telling the world.

The other is to remove the spiritual bones, which means that all cultivation is lost. The body that can only be supported by cultivation will become worse and worse after losing spiritual power.

The execution day is set for three days later, and a special magic weapon - a boning knife is required to remove the spiritual bones.

This knife is shaped like a crescent moon. The blade is extremely sharp, long and thin, and can dig out the spiritual bones of the eviscerator in the shortest time.

Of course, at the moment of elimination, the victim will suffer the most severe pain in the world.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and the boning knife does its best not to hurt other body parts.

Within these three days, Hefeng Xianzun made a decoction using the sleeping herbs that he had found years ago and ordered Xiao Bai to feed Qinnuo.

Xiao Bai: "Old man, let me be tortured. When Qinnuo wakes up and finds out the truth, he will blame himself deeply."

Hefeng Immortal Lord: "Just you? Even if I am willing, the other disciples are not willing, so don't bother."

The gentle old man looked down at his beloved disciple who was already sleeping deeply, and sighed softly.

"You could say that I and she are masters and disciples. This trouble-making temperament is exactly the same as mine!"

"Xiao Bai, in three days, you tell her that my old injury has relapsed, and I want to go into seclusion to practice. If she insists on looking for medicine, tell her that there is a snow mountain at the junction of Zhao State and Yun State, and there is a thousand-year-old ice Ganoderma lucidum on the snow mountain. To me, The injury will be of great benefit.”

Xiao Bai's expression was complicated. The old man in front of him was covered with wrinkles, but he still kept a smile on his face, as if he had a bearish attitude towards everything in the world.

But he never thought that one day he would be willing to remove his spiritual bones for his disciple's stubbornness. In Chize Hall, Hengze Immortal Lord avoided Zhao Zishan for several days.

Zhao Zishan's move of mentioning Qinnuo's mistakes in front of Hefeng Xianzun felt strange to him.

In the side hall, Zhao Zishan opened the sleeve on his right arm, and there was still cold air hovering on the surface of the wound where the frost sword fell.

"It's been two days. The broken sword is so fierce and the wound has not healed yet."

The purple bruised wound will suppurate if it gets worse.

The woman's voice in the pearl pendant said feebly:

"You should not take it lightly. The Frost Flower Sword doesn't seem to be an ordinary thing. Not to mention that you are a mortal. I just turned into a wisp of gas on your body, and it can hurt my heart and lungs that I have managed to cultivate...cough cough …”

The woman's heart arose with contempt for Zhao Zishan, and she was so stubborn that if she hadn't saved her at the last moment, her Zhao Zishan's body would have been buried in the cave.

Zhao Zishan's hands moved for a moment, and he felt alert in his heart:

"Is the Shuanghua Sword really so powerful? Are you sure Qinnuo isn't lucky? With her natural talent, even with the Divine Sword, she can't display it..."

Woman: "Do you still think her talent is poor? How can a person with poor talent win the first place in a sect competition, and how can he escape from the hands of the demon cultivator Fanchen? How can he make the Frost Flower Sword devour blood and recognize its master?"

If a woman had a body, her expression would be speechless.

Zhao Zishan was so stupid that if it wasn't still valuable, she would really want to give up.

Zhao Zishan couldn't care less about the injury on his hand and said suspiciously:

"No wonder Master Hengze has been very cold to me in the past two days. Could it be that he found that I am less talented than Qinnuo and thinks that I am not qualified to be his inner disciple? Sister, please give me some advice."

Woman: "If Qinnuo's power is given to you, you will be the strongest inner disciple in the world and a worthy disciple of the Sword Immortal Hengze Immortal."

Zhao Zishan smiled in his fierce eyes:

"You're right. Although we didn't kill Qin Nuo in the cave at once, we got rid of one of the eyesores around her. Moreover, both Qin Nuo and Xiao Bai were injured."

She then thought about what happened two days ago: "Qinnuo is really lucky. He should have been expelled from the sect, but he was able to make old man Hefeng give up his spiritual bones, which is equivalent to giving up his life."

"I don't understand, Qin Yuan's life-changing talisman is the same, why are so many fools willing to die for her?"

There was mockery and jealousy in his tone.

In the secular world, it's hot under the mountains, autumn is passing and winter is coming, and the winter solstice is coming among the twenty-four solar terms.

Zhao Zishan wanted to make some dumplings for Hengze to eat, but she was too lazy to do it.

She came to the kitchen and said to the cook:

"Xianzun Hengze wants to eat dumplings tomorrow morning. You can make a bowl by following Yamashita's method."

On the day of the winter solstice, there was heavy snowfall, and when you woke up early in the morning, you could see that the mountains opposite the Broken Sword Sect were already capped. If you let me love you

Zhao Zishan was in a irritable mood. Not only was the wind outside the window making her delicate face hurt, but also because the wound on her arm was getting more and more painful last night.

However, today is the execution day of the old man Zefeng.

Thinking of this, the pain can be tolerated for the time being.

Zhao Zishan picked up the hot dumpling noodles and came to the Akasawa Hall bedroom.

"Master, are you awake? My disciple made you a bowl of noodles."