infinite magic

Chapter 109 A Chinese Ghost Story Poor Ancient People

As if to warn the strange young man behind him, Xiahou Mingjian tightened the hilt in his hand, his cold eyes squinted at Xiao Yi without blinking, and a dangerous breath rushed over in an instant.It seemed that as long as Xiao Yi's answer didn't satisfy him, he would die in his hands immediately.

"Junior Xiao Yi." Xiao Yi still had that flat expression, and said with a smile: "Senior Xiahou! I'm very interested in your swordsmanship, so I plan to make a deal with you. One will definitely impress you." Satisfactory transaction. I wonder if you are interested in discussing this transaction with me?"

"Huh! You..." Xia Hou Mingjian turned around in surprise, looked back and forth at the young man named Xiao Yi in front of him, and asked in surprise: "Xiao Yi, what kind of kung fu did you practice? Can't see your depth. No, I don't even feel a breath, what's going on here?"

In fact, Yan Chixia was a little skeptical of Xiao Yi just now, but fortunately, in terms of the mysteries of the mind, a demon cultivator is much different from a cultivator with thousands of years of inheritance, so a cultivator can easily distinguish the demonic aura of a demon cultivator In this way, because Yan Chixia couldn't feel Xiao Yi's evil spirit, he naturally regarded Xiao Yi as a human being.Since he is a human being, with such a mysterious skill appearing on Xiao Yi, even he, the authentic descendant of Xuantian sect, can't see clearly, so his mastery must not be simple.

Therefore, Yan Chixia, who doesn't like trouble, just glanced at Xiao Yi in surprise and then went to Ning Caichen. In his opinion, Xiao Yi, a person with good skills, doesn't need to worry at all, it's better to go and see The other timid scholar is good.

"This..." After pondering for a moment, Xiao Yi said in a 'difficult way': "This is my master's secret technique, and it cannot be passed on to the outside world. Please forgive me, Senior Xiahou."

He spoke fluently, but he was a little worried in his heart, "This Xiahou famous sword should be just a swordsman rather than a practitioner. There is no evidence for that. But that Yan Chixia's Taoism is extremely high, and I have no demon cultivator now." I don’t have the breath of a practitioner, and I don’t have the breath of a practitioner. I don’t have any breath. If he doubts my identity, I will be in a little trouble.”

"Hmph! It's fine if you don't want to tell me. Tell me, what do you plan to exchange with me for the sword manual of Thirteen Death-killing Swords." Xiahou's famous sword couldn't get a satisfactory answer, so he couldn't help but hate Xiao Yi a little.However, he knew better that the deal that this person who couldn't see his strength had negotiated with him was definitely not simple.

"In exchange, I can give you three catties of dragon's blood. You don't know how important this thing is." Xiao Yi still had that indifferent expression. He was absolutely sure that Xiahou Mingjian would be obedient. Spit out the sword manual.Xiahou Mingjian agreed, but if he didn't agree, he would have a way to pry it out of his mouth.

Although there are two ways to know the memory of the deceased in the "Book of the Underworld" alone, Xiao Yi thinks it's better to let him teach it to be on the safe side.

"The blood of the dragon?!" Xiahou Mingjian's eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly: "Boy, are you sure it's the blood of the dragon, not some giant python? And it's still a full three catties, you didn't do it Wrong!"

As soon as his voice fell, a figure rushed out of the temple, slammed into the dilapidated wooden door with a bang, stared at Xiao Yi with fiery eyes, and asked anxiously: "Boy, do you know the name of the dragon? How precious is blood? Don’t talk nonsense without you!” This time not only Xiahou Mingjian, but even Yan Chixia, who was peeping in the temple, was startled.

Dragon blood, the treasure that many people dream of!It is said that the weapons refined by it will break hairs, and the spells written by it can even destroy the wild.A certain lucky practitioner once killed a young dragon that had just grown up, and was accidentally drenched in a large amount of dragon blood, and drank a small mouthful of dragon blood.Afterwards, he suddenly discovered that not only was the blood everywhere invulnerable to swords and guns, like armor, ordinary weapons could not hurt him at all, but also the speed of his cultivation was nearly twice as fast as before, which really benefited him a lot.So since then, dragon slaying has become the most popular activity in the practice world. As a result, none of the dragons were killed, which made the dragons that were difficult to see gradually become legendary existences. There have been several.Therefore, although the blood of the dragon is not as powerful as the real dragon's blood, it is also extremely precious because of this. After all, the dragon is also a member of the dragon clan, and it is only one step away from the existence of the dragon.

Xiao Yi had already drenched the dragon's blood long after he killed the divine python, and the amount he drank could not weigh more than a hundred catties, so how could he not know the benefits of it.

"Hehe, of course I know this." With a light smile, Xiao Yi went on to say, "As for whether it is the blood of the dragon or not, don't worry, you will be satisfied." Then, with a swipe of the void, he took out the ring from the interspatial ring. a can of stuff.

"Sumeru hides mustard seeds, mustard seeds Nasumi!"

Seeing Xiao Yi's hand, the two of them screamed at the same time.They are not rookies with no knowledge, even though Xiahou Mingjian learned the way of swordsmanship, so he doesn't know much about Taoism, but he still listens to the two famous things of dragon blood and mustard seeds said.

Xiahou Mingjian couldn't help re-examining Xiao Yi, shook his head and sighed bitterly: "Sumeru mustard seeds? The method of making this kind of thing has long been lost. Boy, who are you?" A person who can take out such a legendary magic weapon as Sumi mustard seed, his power is not ordinary tyrannical.As a result, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, his original plan to kill people and seize goods had to go to waste.After all, no matter how good the thing is, it is not as important as your own life, not to mention that the opponent's goal is to kill the Thirteen Swords, as long as you hand over the sword manual, the thing is not difficult to get, and you don't have to work hard for it.

Murder?It's no wonder Yan Chixia, a guy with a strong sense of justice, would cooperate with him, and he couldn't beat Yan Chixia either.

Xiao Yi ignored their surprise, opened the lid of the altar in his hand, handed it over, and said, "I'll exchange this with you, how about it?"

For a while, the atmosphere was a little quiet!
Yan Chixia and Xiahou Mingjian glanced at each other, and each of them began to calculate in their hearts.

After a while...

"My Xuantian authentic swordsmanship is no worse than Xiahou's famous swordsmanship, and I can also practice Taoism, little brother, how about... how about I exchange with you." Yan Chixia nodded abruptly, as if making a gesture He made a decision to sell his son and daughter and said: "However, according to the rules, you are my disciple under the name of Xuantian Zhengzong. I am afraid of your master... Do you understand what I mean?" That is, you can learn from me, but you have to leave your original school, do you agree?

"Hey! Taoist stinky, what I'm waiting for is your words!" Xiao Yi felt secretly relieved. The reason why he was so eager to stop Xiahou's famous sword was to let the two guys fight and then sit on the fisherman's boat. With the help of Yan Chixia, a good old man, this deal is even more secure.

"This..." Xiao Yi nodded, pretending to be troubled and looking at Xiahou Mingjian, the jar in his hand 'slightly' moved towards Yan Chixia.

really……

"Yan Chixia! You are shameless." Xiahou Mingjian was afraid that Xiao Yi would repent, and seeing the dragon's blood gradually 'away' from him, he hurriedly said: "Boy, I can give you the Thirteen Swords of Death, but...you must You have to give me the blood of the flood dragon first."

"The junior can't recite the teacher, so I ask the senior to forgive me. In addition, the so-called business can't be done with righteousness, the junior is shameless... I also ask the senior to be a witness." Xiao Yi thought for a while, and bowed slightly to Yan Chixia.

"En! Alright!" Yan Chixia was startled, and then readily agreed, without feeling any resentment for it, but admiring Xiao Yi's performance of respecting her teacher.

Immediately, Xiao Yi took out a small wine jar, poured half of the dragon's blood into it, and said lightly: "Hehe, Senior Xiahou, although I really believe in your character, the so-called guard against others is indispensable, so , It’s better for us to pay with one hand and receive the goods with the other. For a one-way price, I’ll give you half first, and you give me the sword manual, and I’ll give you the other half after I’m sure the secret technique is true or false. Besides, I don’t like other people’s bargaining!”

Believe in your character?I don't know you well, who knows if you will run away after taking something.

"Deal!" Xiahou Mingjian pondered for a moment, then immediately agreed, and threw the sword manual in his arms to Xiao Yi.He knew that although Yan Chixia was against him, he still had a good reputation.Anyway, with these two masters sitting here, there is no fear of Xiao Yi running away.

As soon as he got the sword manual, Xiao Yi quickly flipped through it page by page, and asked Ellie to check the authenticity together. After he found out that the sword manual only recorded the twelve sword moves in it, even though he had expected It won't be that simple when it comes to the transaction, but I still get a little angry because of it.Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yi questioned: "Senior Xiahou, you are quite straightforward, but, did you forget to memorize the sword manual? If I read correctly, this doesn't seem to be the full book of Ten Deadly Swordsman. Three swords!" Although Ellie is not a master of swordsmanship, she is still capable of distinguishing the authenticity and completeness of the sword manual, Xiao Yi does not doubt her words at all.

Why!Originally, he thought that he could fool this kid by relying on the previous twelve moves of swordsmanship, but it seems that he still can't escape!

Xiahou Mingjian pondered for a moment, and after confirming the truth of the dragon blood, he said with a smile: "I haven't recorded the remaining No. 13 sword in the sword manual. The wall has ears. I want to tell you, I don't know..."

"Hmph!" Yan Chixia snorted displeasedly, and was about to turn around and leave.But Xiao Yi said: "Haha, you don't need to be so troublesome, you just need to talk to this thing that can transmit sound for thousands of miles." Then, he threw a walkie-talkie to Xiahou Mingjian.

"Oh! Something that can transmit sound for thousands of miles?" Xiahou Mingjian asked suspiciously.The treasures that the young man in front of him took out are really better than one, the blood of the dragon, mustard seeds, and this treasure that can transmit sound thousands of miles away.

"This kid must have a lot of background, don't mess with him!" The two middle-aged men thought to themselves.

"This... Brother Xiao, do you think you can give me one?" Xiahou Mingjian touched the 'magic weapon' in his hand with an 'excuse me', with a look of reluctance.He used to be called a kid and called him a kid, but now he changed his name and called him a brother.

"Hmph! Shame." Yan Chixia snorted disdainfully and turned her head.

Xiao Yi was taken aback, and then he said boldly: "Haha, so senior has taken a fancy to this thing, so it's easy to say, as long as the sword manual of Thirteen Killing Swords is correct, I will give you this 'magic weapon' immediately." But he despises the ignorant guy in front of him: "The ancients are so fucking ignorant! If I knew that a random walkie-talkie could make him feel like this, I wouldn't need to waste three catties of dragon blood. Although There are still more than 50 catties of blood in the ring, more than 60 catties of meat, a pair of dragon eyes, more than ten meters of dragon skin, and dragon whips... But you can't just waste it. Hey! It turns out that the bad guys in ancient times didn't pursue it so much, so I just gave it to them. I'm so happy with something I don't want."

Seeing that Xiao Yi agreed to give him this pair of powerful 'magic weapons' so readily, Xiahou Mingjian further affirmed Xiao Yi's noble status as a 'disciple of a high-ranking official', and secretly rejoiced in his heart, fortunately, he did not have any crooked thoughts Otherwise, the master would never let him go just like that.

Hey, prodigal son!Yan Chixia sighed inwardly, how could such a powerful magic weapon be given away so easily?

Hey, no culture!Xiao Yi sighed inwardly, how could the ancient people be content so easily?Anyway, I need a few more batteries, how long can the two batteries in the walkie-talkie last!It would be good if it can last more than 1000 hours, and the distance is at most about [-] meters, which is the standard sound transmission of thousands of meters rather than thousands of miles.

With a slight smile, Xiahou Mingjian exhaled, thanked Xiao Yi from the bottom of his heart, walked straight to a corner, and whispered the last sword formula to the walkie-talkie in detail, while the other side Ellie began to analyze the authenticity and principle of the thirteen deadly swords.

Xiao Yi didn't explain too much, after Ai Li recorded the sword technique demonstrated by Xia Hou's famous sword, the Thirteen Killing Swords were finally completely recorded by Ai Li.

After the two sides confirmed it was correct, Xiahou Mingjian rushed into Lanruo Temple holding the dragon's blood that Xiao Yi gave him, regardless of the image of a master.He was drooling, took off all his clothes, and carefully smeared the stench of the python's blood on his body. The blood was absorbed by the skin within a moment, emitting a faint musk.

(End of this chapter)