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What is this?

Blameless returned to his tent, still depressed at what he was holding.

A section of black iron that used to be the thickness of the arm is now similar in length, but it is only three points thick and five inches wide, and the front and back are bare and have no blades. And the hand is light and floating, and there is nothing between the waves.

Two or three thousand catties of dark iron can be refined into such a thing!

Is this a crutch, or a child's bamboo horse?

And the old Tao said, this is a blunt sword!

He also said that Xuantie is rare, but it is not easy to refine mortal soldiers, and only such a blunt sword can avoid the attention of monks from all sides. And for the battlefield, enough!

In addition, he also pretended to send eight words profoundly: blunt sword without edge, great ingenuity and no work, good use for good use, infinite mystery!

Old Dao, you are fooling people!

I know the rules of the battlefield on both sides, and I don't expect you to refine any treasures, just a sharp sword in your hand, but you give me a shoddy fabrication, and it is called a blunt sword!

Blameless Xin waved his long sword lightly, and then his expression froze slightly. After a while, a trace of spiritual power in the body followed the meridians through the palm. But in an instant, his hand sank. The blunt sword that was still floating lightly and nothing, suddenly weighed no less than a thousand catties. The jet-black sword body was the same as before, and the sharp momentum slowly dispersed, and then the chill was piercing, and the murderous aura was fierce!

Hey, is it really mysterious?

As long as you secretly use your spiritual power, the blunt sword will instantly turn into a sharp weapon. Such a secret method not only did not break the rules, but also escaped the attention of the monks, but it was able to exert amazing power.

Old way, old way, it's hard for you to work so hard......

Blameless Shangzi was immersed in unexpected joy, his expression moved slightly, he raised his hand and leaned the black long sword in front of the couch, lifted the door curtain and walked to the front tent.

At the same time, Lu San walked in from outside, hugged his fists and said, "Childe, His Royal Highness Shaodian is coming to visit!"

Wuyi nodded silently, raised his feet and walked out. The two of them will walk outside the door, and a group of figures will meet them.

It was Ji Shaodian who was the leader, striding with his hands behind his back. Different from before, its brocade robe was covered with a layer of golden armor, and the golden light flashed, showing great power. The next two middle-aged men were Zi Jian and Zi Yuan, the monks of Ziding Mountain. The rest were twenty or thirty armed and armored guards, all stout and strong.

"His Royal Highness's visit is far away to welcome ......"

"No need to be polite!"

Without blame, he bowed down to greet him, and Ji Shaodian had already taken the two monks to pass by and enter the big tent. He slowly straightened up, his eyes swept over the guards around him, and then at Lu San, who was at a loss, and the two soldiers guarding the door on the left and right, signaled to be calm, and returned to the tent alone.

"The army is about to start, is General Gongsun ready to go?"

Ji Shaodian sat behind the wooden case, his eyes burning and his expression majestic. Zi Jian and Zi Yuan stood on both sides, both with indifferent expressions.

Wuyi took two steps forward, raised his hand and replied: "Everything is ready, just wait for the order to ......"

"That's good, may General Gongsun make contributions to the battlefield and live up to high expectations!"

Ji Shaodian is only in his early twenties, but his behavior is aggressive. When he said this, he suddenly smiled and said: "Hehe, the official military regulations are in front, don't dare to be selfish, don't be weird!"

There is no blame for owing to him: "Your Highness is serious!"

Ji Shaodian saw that he was respectful and cautious, and his smile became more and more relaxed: "Hehe, it is said that you beat the guards of the Iron Cavalry Battalion, and you beat it well." He relied on Ji Lu's protection and had always been fearless. Now he found the elders of the royal family and sued you, and I stopped him......"

Blameless and bowed again: "Let Your Highness bother!"

Ji Shaodian pondered for a moment, then pondered and said: "No blame, if I can ascend to the throne in the future, I will definitely help you avenge, and you remember the past feelings, can you solve a doubt or two for me?"

Wuyi raised his feet and walked to the brazier, picked up a piece of charcoal and threw it in, then stretched out his hands to bake, and asked softly: "Your Highness has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to speak!"

Ji Shaodian looked left and right, and muttered: "In the early years, Ling Zun got an artifact. And now that artifact is on you, is it true?"

There was no answer, but his eyebrows were slightly twitching.

Zi Jian exchanged glances with Zi Yuan, and said loudly: "Gongsun is not to blame, you were originally a mortal scholar, but you were reborn after five years, if you say that the two flying swords in your body have nothing to do with artifacts, I'm afraid that no one will believe it." My senior brother Ziquan came out of the mountain this time for you. Why don't you hand over the artifact, you can not only save your life, but also take revenge, and Senior Brother Ziyuan and I will definitely do our best to help!"

Zi Yuan echoed: "What Senior Brother said is not unreasonable. If you are not a master of foundation building, you can't refine your sword into your body. He is a junior, but he has two swords, which shows that the artifact is extraordinary!"

Ji Shaodian smiled, and said at the right time: "As long as you have the help of Ziding Mountain, it will be okay to bring down Ji Lu." And the elder brother splits the soil and seals the marquis and revitalizes the lintel, which is just around the corner......"

Wuyi stretched out his hand to bake the charcoal fire, his eyes flickering slightly with the firelight. Listening to the words of the three people not far away, he couldn't help but grin.

Ji Shaodian was thinking about the throne and the grand plan to dominate the industry, and the two monks of Ziding Mountain were thinking about the artifact. Just go with your wishes, not only can you take revenge, but also in exchange for endless glory and wealth, as if the dream of the past is at your fingertips, but suddenly it is abhorrent!

Ji Shaodian looked at the blameless expression, and couldn't help but hesitate: "No blame, I treat you well......"

Blameless rubbed his hands on the brazier, unable to bear the cold. After a while, he breathed a long sigh of relief and said to himself: "I wholeheartedly support His Highness, and I also want to marry Ziding Mountain and the two Dao Masters, but it's a pity that I ......" He turned around and left the brazier, facing the three people not far away, and said: "I don't know what an artifact is, but I know that those two flying swords have long been integrated with me. The sword is in the people, and the sword is gone. If you want your life, just take it!"

His expression was faint, his words were low, as if he had succumbed to the mercy of fate, and the whole person seemed a little lonely and helpless.

Ji Shaodian was slightly stunned.

Zi Jian and Zi Yuan, the two Taoist masters, were in high spirits, and they were both fierce.

Wu Yi slowly lowered his head, put his hands behind his back and took a step back, although he was still obedient and docile, but the corners of his eyes twitched suddenly.

For a moment, there was an eerily silence in the tent. And the inexplicable killing machine quietly rose.

At this time, someone said: "What is this, how can it be reasonable......?"

Zi Jian and Zi Yuan were still staring at Wu Ji tightly, as if they were staring at a prey in their hands, and they could get something when they saw it, and they were suddenly startled by the movement behind them. The two of them turned around sharply, stunned again.

I saw that there was an old man behind him, and it turned out to be the Qi San man who was famous for his fortune telling, but he came silently and without warning, if he deliberately sneaked attack, no one could hide at all. And he seemed to be very angry, blowing his beard and glaring: "Are the two Daoists going to deal with General Gongsun, or are they going to harm His Royal Highness Shaodian? Could it be that Ziding Mountain has the heart to support Ji Lu, which is why they are so unscrupulous......

Ji Shaodian was still sitting behind the case, but he almost fell off the stool, and he hurriedly stood up with his hands on the case, and couldn't help but change his face slightly. Regardless of whether Qi Sanren has bad intentions or not, at least his words are reverie. Even if Zi Jian and Zi Yuan are loyal, and the tent is cramped, but if there is an accident, it is inevitable that the pond fish will suffer. Besides, when I came, I just wanted to ask the reason, but who expected that the two worshippers would imply murder!

Zijian and Ziyuan saw that Ji Shaodian's expression was different, and when they saw that Qi Sanren was close at hand and had no fear, the two couldn't help but hesitate, who wanted Lao Dao to reach out and hold Ji Shaodian, and said with concern: "Your Highness, don't worry! Although this Dao is old and useless, and if you fight for your life, you will be safe, who dares to be presumptuous, the formation is not allowed!"

He kindly reminded him that his formation was very powerful. In the eyes of the other party, he clearly knew that the hostages were in his hands and intended to coerce.

At the same time, Wu Yi also slowly raised his head and said meaningfully: "My life is cheap, and life and death are fine." Your Highness's golden body, how can you afford to lose!"

Ji Shaodian was restless, his face was even more ashamed, and he hurriedly said: "Brother, don't think too much, I didn't have any malicious intent when I came this time......

Wuyi shook his head and smiled faintly: "The two Dao Masters, they have not escorted His Highness back to the camp yet." If you want my life, give it another day!"

Zi Jian and Zi Yuan looked at each other, hesitating.

Ji Shaodian stomped his feet, waved his sleeves and left.

Zi Jian and Zi Yuan had no choice but to leave, not forgetting to glare at Qi Sanren and Wu Yi.

Blameless, but arched his hand, and continued to guard the brazier to keep warm.

A moment ago, it was tense and on the verge of triggering, but in an instant, it had vanished.

Qi Sanren breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the side and sat on the stool, and sighed: "You kid is calm, do you know the danger of Fang Cai?"

Blameless nodded, silent.

Qi Sanren stroked his beard and asked again: "At this time, do you know the true intention of Shaodian's deliberate solicitation?"

Wu Yi nodded again, but said, "Shaodian him...... Maybe I can't help myself......"

Qi Sanren seemed to have already seen through people's hearts, and taught: "Oh, don't always treat others with yourself! The king is selfless, and his desires are endless!"

Wu Ji looked at the fiery red under the cover of the ashes in the basin, and said bitterly: "I would rather believe that Ji Shaodian has a good conscience, otherwise what can I do? Kill him, I can only cheapen Ji Lu." But......" He squinted, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You judge the situation, you are invisible, seemingly casual, but you kill step by step and make a deadly move! Boy, I have been taught, thank you very much!"

Qi Sanren suddenly froze: "Oh...... If you are one step late, you will not be willing to sit back, and you will not run away from the barracks and lose all your efforts. The reason why he pretended to be was just to hide his murderous intentions. Ji Shaodian is still in the dark, but he is dying......"

No longer calm, he hurriedly raised his hand: "Old Dao, don't treat others with yourself!"

Qi Sanren put on a thoughtful look and asked rhetorically, "Did I say something wrong?"

Everything has a cause, and it comes and goes without regrets. And the matter has come to this point, and it is not clear for a while.

He still wanted to argue, so he gave up, and turned to a pleading tone, and said with a smile: "Although the blunt sword is good, it has no scabbard......"

The black sword was inconvenient to carry with him, and it was inconvenient to put it in the bone ring, and if it was equipped with a scabbard, it could at least be mounted on a horse and hung on the saddle.

But Qi Sanren asked again: "The blunt sword has no edge, what is the use of using the sheath?"

Wuyi opened his mouth, unable to justify, threw off the sleeves of his robe, turned around and walked out of the tent.