Ji Lanxin showed a hint of anger on her face, stared straight at Miao Ying, and asked: "Is what he said true?"
Miao Ying's face looked a little ugly.
Xue Zier's sarcastic laughter sounded out as she didn't think it was a big deal: "If you want to know the truth, don't you just throw a sword for her to play with? If the sword's heart is damaged, it won't even be able to hold the sword firmly!"
Ji Lanxin glanced around with a sullen face, and saw a tattered sword abandoned by a disciple of another sect. She nodded and motioned to Yan Nanqiu, who was standing beside her obediently, to take it.
He threw it to Miao Ying and ordered: "Try the sword style you just learned to open their eyes."
Miao Ying hesitated and lowered her head, looking a little embarrassed.
Xue Zier sneered and said: "It seems there is no need to try. Your master is so ruthless that you let a person with a damaged sword heart learn such profound sword skills. She is lucky if she didn't die in it."
When Ji Lanxin heard Xue Zier's sarcasm, her face suddenly became gloomy. She glared in disgust at Miao Ying, who didn't even dare to hold the sword anymore, and ordered sternly: "Go back this time and go help in the kitchen."
A useless person has no value to her, and she will never be kind enough to leave a waste beside her, as that will only make her lose face.
Upon hearing this, Miao Ying moved forward unwillingly, picked up the sword on the ground, and while holding it tightly with her right hand, she clasped her left hand tightly on her right wrist, "Miss, I can still hold the sword!"
Ji Lanxin glanced at Miao Ying in surprise and said, "Since you can hold a sword, let's show that charming thing how many sword styles you know!"
"Yes!" Miao Ying gritted her teeth and agreed.
Wei Yuan couldn't help but wanted to dissuade him, but Miao Ying stopped him with a look. Others couldn't see it, but he knew very well that Miao Ying was completely holding on at this moment. Without the huge force of his left hand, he could not do it alone.
Holding the sword with his right hand, I'm afraid it's already shaking.
If he had known that Miao Ying would be so stubborn, Wei Yuan would not have spoken out about her symptoms. His original intention was to take care of Miao Ying and let her recuperate, but he did not expect that he would have harmed her instead.
At this moment, Miao Ying could be said to have several auras running wildly in her body. The aura that dominated her intention to dance the sword was rushing toward the hand holding the sword. Because the sword's core was damaged, she instinctively resisted the fearful auras.
It is struggling to block that spiritual energy, so that each spiritual energy seems to be at war within its meridians.
In this state, if you have to forcefully dance the sword, it is unimaginable what a load it will be on the meridians!
If you don't get it right, you may even go crazy and be in danger of your life!
Ji Lan was not familiar with the art of swordsmanship, and did not know Miao Ying's current state. She just wanted to earn face and show off her subordinates' prowess. Seeing Miao Ying in a daze, she frowned and urged, "What's going on? Can't you understand even one move?"
Miao Ying smiled bitterly, "Aunt Miao has memorized seven or eight moves, so I will demonstrate them to the young lady."
"Seven or eight moves?" Ji Lan felt happy, and then stopped her: "You don't have to use them all, so as not to be seen, just play three or four moves."
When Wei Yuan heard that Miao Ying had memorized so many moves forcibly, he immediately understood that the reason why the latter was injured and bleeding when he understood it was entirely because the sword heart was damaged and he still forcibly understood the powerful sword technique.
At that moment, the worry in her heart couldn't help but become even more intense. Knowing that Miao Ying had already forcibly grasped the sword intention once, she knew that she must not let the latter do it again...
But it was already half a beat too late. Before she could speak, the sword in Miao Ying's hand made a swishing sound, and a series of ethereal and gorgeous sword moves appeared on the blade.
Although Miao Ying is not weak in strength, her attainments in swordsmanship are mediocre, and she can only half-reach the level of understanding the meaning of the sword. If she continues to practice peacefully, she may one day be able to understand the swordsmanship that suits her.
However, this time he forcibly deciphered the sword intention in the Forest of Sword Steles, which was far beyond his own realm. Undoubtedly, he had ruined his future as a swordsman and cast a shadow on it.
At the moment, although the sword moves are gorgeous and elegant, and the strictness is a bit like the rhyme of the Thirteen Swords of Dragon Roar, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Miao Ying is already as old as a candle, returning to glory.
Ji Lan was not sure why, seeing such a scene, her eyes were full of joy, and she proudly showed off to Chu Youwei: "You see, any guard in my Ji family is a thousand times more powerful than the man you chose."
Seeing Chu Youwei's slightly gloomy and embarrassed face, unable to speak even half a sentence, Ji Lanxin smiled even more proudly.
呲~
The sound of cracking brocade silk suddenly sounded.
The pride on Ji Lanxin's face suddenly froze. Looking back, she saw Miao Ying practicing swordsmanship in the open space not far away. Her body froze. The long sword fell from her hand and fell to the ground. The clothes on her right arm were swept away by the force of the sword and ripped apart.
The meridians on his arms exploded layer by layer as a result of the cuts. Spiritual energy surged out from the inside, filling the air with small pieces of blood mist.
Miao Ying was finally overwhelmed, and her entire right arm completely lost strength. Not to mention holding the sword, she couldn't even lift the chopsticks.
But Ji Lan's first reaction was not worry and distress, but anger, anger at him for being a waste, anger at him for losing face.
Even when Miao Ying fell to the ground weakly, holding her right arm in pain, Ji Lan didn't see much pity in her heart. She just glanced at her with indifference and disgust, and there was even a hint of boredom. As soon as she finished praising her, she
Setting up such a stall really made her feel humiliated.
Xue Zier restrained her teasing and sneered, and said with a slightly moved expression: "He is a good guard, but he is with the wrong master."
Chu Youwei looked at Ji Lanxin's failure to show off her power, but she didn't feel much joy or pride in her heart. Instead, she felt a little worthless and sympathetic for Miao Ying, and sighed secretly and shook her head.
Although she didn't say anything, in Ji Lanxin's eyes, this sighing gesture was just like Xue Zier's cynicism, which also made her very unhappy. She immediately yelled: "It's not your turn to point fingers at the affairs of my Ji family!"
Ji Lanxin probably felt a lot of eyes looking at her as she spoke. Taking her face into account, she turned to Wei Yuan and told Wei Yuan, "bandage her up and ask her to go to the back room to recuperate after she gets out."
To others, these words may sound like a kind act of conscience.
But what others don’t know is that the back room of the Ji family is where the handymen work!
Ji Lanxin's words immediately caused the last color on Miao Ying's face to turn pale.
This is, I don’t want her anymore!
But Ji Lanxin didn't care. Without Miao Ying, when she returned to Ji's house, the old man would definitely replace her with a more powerful guard.
Chu Youwei looked at Miao Ying's situation, and subconsciously looked at Lu Feng who was concentrating on mastering the swordsmanship under the statue. Some inexplicable worries emerged in her heart. Miao Ying's strength was still in such a situation when she was mastering the swordsmanship. If Lu Feng
What really happened...
Chu Youwei couldn't help but began to feel a little regretful. She shouldn't have been impatient and forced the latter to understand it. At that moment, she couldn't help but pray secretly.
Ji Lan's heart calmed down from her embarrassing gloom, and she looked at Wei Yuan, "Aunt Miao can remember seven or eight sword moves, how about you?"
Wei Yuan saw that Ji Lan was so indifferent and only had gains and losses in his eyes. He couldn't help but show some dissatisfaction and rebuked him excitedly: "Your Aunt Miao risked her life to forcibly memorize the seven or eight moves, but she didn't fully understand them!"
Ji Lanxin's face was stern, she glanced at the statue, and saw that eight sword blades were condensed at this moment, and said: "It's not difficult to understand the eight-move sword style, why are you so excited? Didn't you see that someone understood it? You
It's so powerful, even if you don't understand it, you should remember the eight or nine moves, right?"
Wei Yuan was speechless, "What's the use of just memorizing it? If you don't understand the luck method and the direction of the sword, what can you achieve by just memorizing a move?"
During the argument between the two.
Chu Youwei's pupils suddenly widened a bit, staring straight at the statue in the distance.
In a daze, she seemed to see the sword blade condensed on it changing rapidly. From one blade, it condensed into eight blades in an instant, and it pushed away the eight blades that someone had understood before, without any interruption.
With the momentum, thirteen handles were condensed and transformed in one go.
All the sword blades gathered together in an instant. When the thirteen sword blades appeared together, the whole stone room suddenly trembled. When I looked over, only the top of the statue was left.
The original eight handles.
This made Chu Youwei think that she had seen it wrong.
It wasn't until Xue Zi'er on the side also made a sound of surprise that she was convinced that the previous scene was not an illusion.
Click~
When the thirteen sword blades disappeared, a crack also appeared on the statue, from the top of the head to the waist and abdomen.
Lu Feng's face showed a bit of cursing and irritation at the moment. Because of Chu Youwei, he felt under the statue again. He originally just wanted to pretend to make a few moves to deal with it, but he didn't expect that the moment he started to deduce it in his mind.
, under the influence of the black shadow, a piece of soul consciousness was pulled away, and he transformed into a palm-sized villain.
Lu Feng knew that this scene was probably because Heiying wanted him to learn from Yi Hu Lu Hua Lao.
But Lu Feng had some dissatisfaction with this swordsmanship in his heart, and he instinctively felt a sense of resistance. Perhaps it was this resistance that made the black shadow angry, and actually attacked the little soul consciousness he had condensed.
.
Although it is just a piece of soul consciousness, if it is cut apart, it will also consume a lot of soul.
Along the way, Lu Feng had consumed a lot of his soul power due to the formation of formations. How could he endure such a pointless waste at the moment? He immediately attacked the black shadow with the villain condensed by his soul consciousness.
The Thirteen Swords of Dragon Roar were also used, but because the speed of the condensed sword light was much faster than that of the black shadow, the latter was suppressed and retreated, and there was no way to fight back.
Before he knew it, he had mastered this sword technique easily.
Even though most of the black shadows were scattered, Lu Feng was not even the slightest bit proud. On the contrary, he felt that such sword skills were useless.
He asked himself that the speed of the sword light he swung was already fast enough, but in this set of sword techniques, it was still far from enough. Unless it was improved ten to nine times, it could barely make up for the shortcomings and use it with the same sword.
Practical combat under the realm.
While Lu Feng was still sighing secretly for wasting his energy in learning this swordsmanship, he didn't know that the outside world was already shocked.