Nine Desolate Sword Demon

Chapter 43 Snake Bone Flame Sword

somewhere in the square.

With a calm expression, Peng Ye sharpened the stake in his hand with the dagger.

"Are you going to make a wooden sword?" Su Zhenzhen next to him said suddenly.

"Yes." Peng Ye continued cutting without looking at her.

"Are you really stupid or are you just pretending to be stupid, and you want to be promoted among the more than 2000 people with a wooden sword?" Su Zhenzhen frowned, and said seriously without worrying: "You should ask the teacher later Ask for a black iron sword."

"No need." Peng Ye said, raised his head and looked at Su Zhenzhen, "I don't have a cultivation level, and I can't move quickly. This will restrict my actions even more."

Hearing this, Su Zhenzhen was taken aback for a moment, he really forgot that Peng Ye had no cultivation level, and the black iron sword weighing more than 20 kilograms was indeed somewhat difficult for him.

"But..." Su Huanzhen, who already had a default quota, didn't know why he was worried about Peng Ye, but it was kind of inexplicable.

"Don't worry, I will definitely advance." Peng Ye saw the worry in Su Zhenzhen's beautiful eyes, interrupted her immediately, and said with a smile.

"En." Su Zhenzhen nodded and did not speak again.

At this time, the battle in the nine martial fields has already kicked off, and all the teenagers are going all out. Although there are differences in cultivation among the first batch, after all, everyone is young and frivolous, and no one will admit defeat.

Bang bang bang!
choke choke!
bang bang bang-

A series of powerful attacks and a variety of skills made many people's blood boil and their hearts surged.

Time passed quietly in this bloody battle.

On the other hand, Peng Ye, who was lucky enough not to be named, was carefully peeling the wood in his hand, and now it has probably taken shape, with the appearance of a "sword".

The shape of the wooden sword is remarkable, especially the hilt. Perhaps he, a descendant of Yanhuang, cut the hilt into the shape of a dragon swallowing a sword, which is very charming...

"Zhang Hanyan, Lu Jing, the Sixth Martial Field."

At this moment, the old man's voice sounded again, and Zhang Hanyan next to Peng Ye was obviously a little nervous, and his beautiful eyes looked at Peng Ye who was concentrating on chopping wood.

"It's your turn, Sister Hanyan, come on." Su Zhenzhen reminded and encouraged Zhang Hanyan.

"En." Zhang Hanyan who heard the words quickly withdrew her eyes, and then hurried towards the sixth martial arts field, seemingly not nervous, but in fact, there was still a lot of pressure on her heart.

After all, a good girl who doesn't go out all the year round suddenly wants to compete with others under the eyes of everyone, and she still cares a little bit, so she looks blunt.

"Hey, Peng Ye, others have been staring at you for a long time, why are you always chipping that piece of wood?" Su Zhenzhen looked at Zhang Hanyan's back, and immediately said to Peng Ye who was next to him.

"Ah? Who?" After hearing the words, Peng Ye raised his head to look at Su Zhenzhen, and looked around. It seemed that no one was looking at him.

"It seems that you are really a piece of wood." Su Zhenzhen touched his forehead helplessly, exhaled, and pointed to Zhang Hanyan who was walking towards the venue in front, "Of course it is Zhang Hanyan."

"Uh." Peng Ye looked at Zhang Hanyan's beautiful figure, and suddenly gave a wry smile. He didn't expect to hear Zhang Hanyan's name, but even if he wanted to speak now, it might not be appropriate.

"Aren't you going to encourage and encourage?" Su Zhenzhen lowered his eyelids and immediately complained to Peng Ye.

"She will win." Peng Ye smiled and looked at Xiang Suzhenzhen. After speaking, he continued to sharpen the wooden sword. Now he has confidence in her and believes in her. This is the best encouragement.

Seeing this, Su Zhenzhen didn't say any more, and watched Zhang Hanyan's fight seriously.

after a little while.

The battle between Zhang Hanyan and that Lu Jing started, Zhang Hanyan held out a long red whip, no, it was not a long whip, but a retractable sword!
"Look! The red long sword in Zhang Hanyan's hand can stretch like a snake's bone!"

"What a strange sword..."

"Scary! Just like a cunning wild snake!"

Many people around looked at the Sixth Martial Field, discussing it one after another, showing astonishment.

"As expected of a descendant of the craftsman family, although it is only an imitation of the Snake Bone Flame Sword, it still cannot be made by just any swordsmith." There are many mentors at the pavilion on one side, and Jia Baoyu is inside, speaking It was him too.

"It should be from the craftsman family, but it's a pity that the family is not behind, so they can only live in this remote corner of the Eastern Wilderness." A mentor said, although his tone was emotional, he could also hear a little sarcasm.

"There are indeed a lot of great seedlings this year, but do you think the vice president is a little dizzy? Calling names casually, and not seeing any equals in the same martial arts arena. This is too boring." A young mentor said with a wry smile. .

"Keep your voice down, old eyesight? Dare you say that, the deputy dean has sharp ears." Someone glanced at the man, and after a reminder, looked at a place in the square, "I don't know if you have noticed , there is a teenager in the square, which is very strange."

"Which one?" a teacher asked.

"That young man in Taoist robes sitting curled up on the spot, with a huge thing on his back, it should be a huge sword, he has been cutting a mutated piece of sandalwood with the dagger." A mentor said, "Hey, the wooden stake has been cut. It was really skillful to cut it into a wooden sword!"

"Among all the hustle and bustle, his heart is like still water, and his sword-browed eyes hide the city. This kid is not easy." A middle-aged man said, standing next to Jia Baoyu, he looked at Jia Baoyu and said, "Great sword, Taoist robe, short hair, Could this be the young man who was recruited by Baoyu's brother?"

"Brother Chen." Jia Baoyu nodded and smiled, and looked in Peng Ye's direction, "However, he doesn't have the slightest aura, which makes me feel strange, and I am still puzzled until now."

"No way? Innately full of spiritual power but no spiritual energy?" Hearing this, the man named Chen Chang frowned and said, "People should have spiritual energy to irrigate their whole body from birth, how can there be such a person? "

"The world is so big, there are no surprises, so this is why I just want to take him back to the academy and let the dean see what kind of disease it is." Jia Baoyu sighed and said, "If this little guy didn't have the spiritual energy to irrigate his whole body , I am afraid that the sea of ​​​​suffering has already been opened by now."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone nodded in agreement, but they didn't know that Peng Ye was a god-and-devil master, because after Peng Ye learned the golden needle crossing acupoints in Yong'an, there was an article written specifically for the god-and-devil master. It is not a cultivation method, but it can hide the physique of the god-monster domineering body.

This is the reason why no one looked at him with strange eyes after getting the golden needle, otherwise he might have become the target of public criticism by now.

Of course, the aura infusion factor Jia Baoyu mentioned was probably due to the fact that Peng Ye was not from this world, but possessed a supernatural body.

As long as he finds the cultivation method of the supernatural body of the gods and demons, everything will be solved. Peng Ye's journey to immortality and finding the way back to the earth will be just around the corner.

(End of this chapter)