"Mr. Huo, are you awake?" Rong Que asked in his mind with a smile on his lips.
"Yes, Master, just now, when that boy was using ice attribute Qigong." Huo Lao appeared in Rong Que's mind.
Rong Que rubbed the heavy ring on his index finger and asked solemnly: "Are you talking about Zhuo Kai? If he has such a heaven-defying thing as Jibing, how could he devote himself to the Bitao Sect? He should go to more
A bigger and better sect.”
"No, that's just a breath of extreme ice, or in other words, this breath is very much like extreme ice." Mr. Huo, wearing an illusory white suit, looked in the direction of Zhuo Kai in Rong Que's mind, and said slowly
.
Looking at Zhuo Kai, who had been carried off the field, Rong Que frowned and asked: "What does a trace of extreme ice breath mean? Could it be that something like "extreme" can still be decomposed into part?"
"This is not impossible. In ancient times, there was a powerful person who could divide the "pole" into two and form two kingdoms. Although I don't know what kind of "pole" that powerful person divided, it is enough to explain.
As long as you have the strength, you can do it." Huo Lao's eyes were calm.
Just when Rong Que wanted to ask some questions, Huo Lao suddenly said: "Master, since the "pole" can be differentiated, why can't the two "poles" be merged? Do you want to try it?"
"Fusion! How to fuse? What will be formed after fusion?" Rong Que was stunned, and then asked a lot of questions.
Huo Lao was silent for a moment, and then said: "This old slave has never heard of it, and there is no precedent for the fusion of "extremes" in this continent, but the old slave has a feeling, that is, this body of yours, Master
There is a kind of "extreme" temperament, as if he was born to be the carrier of "extreme", I would like to ask more, Master, where did you get this body?"
Rong Que was silent. Isn't his body his own? He also knew that he was brought back by Yan Wu, so he knew nothing about his life experience.
While Rong Que and Huo Lao were talking, the game was still going on.
"Brother Rongque, what are you thinking about? You are so absorbed." Wang Er came over at some point and asked doubtfully.
Rong Que woke up with a start, smiled, and said, "Nothing, who will come on next?"
"The fifth game is between the West Gate and our North Gate. It looks like we are going to lose this game. We have been beaten all the time." Wang Er looked at the two disciples on the ring and said with a wry smile.
"Hey! Why is this person's breath so familiar? His bloodline has a feeling of déjà vu." While Wang Er was speaking, Huo Lao in Rong Que's mind suddenly turned to look at Wang Er and said with a frown.
Rong Que was stunned, glanced at Wang Er, and asked in his mind: "Mr. Huo, what did you find? Why don't I feel anything different about Wang Er?"
"The old slave seems to have seen the bloodline in him thousands of years ago, but too much time has passed and the memory is not clear." Huo Lao said solemnly.
Rong Que nodded slightly and observed Wang Erlai carefully, as if he wanted to see something from him.
"Brother Rong Que, are you okay? Is there a flower on my face?" Wang Er's back was cold when Rong Que looked at him, and he immediately turned away, not daring to look at Rong Que.
"It's nothing. Which time are you on the stage? I can cheer you up." Rong Que casually found an excuse to cover up the past.
When it came to the competition, Wang Er suddenly got excited and said a little nervously but also a little excitedly: "Next, next is me, I am sixth, brother Rongque, do you think I will lose?"
"Why didn't you ask if you would win?" Rong Que looked at Wang Er strangely.
The fifth battle ended quickly, and the result was as Wang Er expected. The North Gate disciples lost completely. There was no room for resistance, and they were finally kicked off the ring.
"It's my turn, it's my turn, I'm so nervous, who is my opponent?" Wang Er stood up nervously and looked towards the ring.
A figure was standing on the ring. Rong Que took a closer look and saw that she was a female disciple from the East Gate. Rong Que had also known this female disciple before. She was the strongest person in the East Gate besides Congxun.
, named Tang Qiaochun, who is good at using long swords and is a difficult opponent.
"Wang Er, concentrate on the game. This woman is a tough opponent, so be careful." Rong Que turned to look at Wang Er and warned.
"Brother Rong Que, don't worry. I'm further ahead than her on the road to weapons. Let's see how I teach her a lesson." Wang Er no longer felt nervous as before, and there was only a crazy fighting spirit in his eyes.
Using both legs, he jumped up onto the ring, looked at Tang Qiaochun from afar, and each took out their personal weapons.
Tang Qiaochun held a long sword with one hand, and his momentum was like a rainbow. The crazy sword intention seemed to sting the enemy's eyes. His eyes were fixed on Wang Er opposite him, waiting for Tao Mu's order to kill Wang Er.
Cut into powder.
Wang Er did not show Tang Qiaochun's aura. He just took out a small flying knife from his waist, looked at the flying knife in his hand, and smiled. The smile was not as ferocious as it should be when facing an enemy, but instead had a feeling of seeing an old friend.
generally.
"Old slave, I remember, his bloodline can only be possessed by a core member of the family called "Lingyin"." Old Huo's voice suddenly appeared in Rong Que's mind, and he seemed a little nervous.
, with a hint of fear.
Rong Que was stunned for a moment, then began to think deeply, searching for information about "Lingyin" in his mind. After a moment, he asked doubtfully: "What is "Lingyin", are they a family? Why haven't I contacted him yet?"
Have you ever had any information about this family?”
"That is an ancient family with extraordinary power. It has passed down a volume of qigong from generation to generation. It is a volume of flying knife usage skills called "Lingyin Life-Destroying Knife". They have their own rules of conduct and their flying knives.
, you must have your own will to truly fly. Master, you and I also had contact with their family back then. It was a terrifying memory. Although they did not target us, the old slave even thought that three thousand years had passed since that fight.
I can't forget it either." There was a sense of fear in Huo Lao's voice, just like the fear of a person who is awakened from sleep.
Rong Que frowned and looked at the young man on the ring with a smile on his face as he looked at the flying knife in his hand. He found that he had never really carefully observed this man who slept in the same room as him for so long.
Wang Er.
Looking back now, Wang Er is indeed a little different. He never takes off his clothes every time he goes to bed. Every time he takes a shower, he does it alone in the room. I have never seen him demonstrate his knife-throwing skills, except for that one time.
, the time when a small flying knife knocked the crazy Zhao Peng away at Tiansha Peak.
"But why has such a powerful family not left any influence on me?" Rong Que rubbed the heavy ring on his finger and asked Mr. Huo doubtfully.
Mr. Huo was silent, as if thinking about the whereabouts of this "Lingyin" family, and then slowly said: "I remember that after that fight, the Lingyin family went into seclusion. Later, before I was sealed, I heard that Lingyin
The family has been renamed the "Demon Sword Sect", and the patriarch of his family seems to be a powerful man called the Sword Demon, with unfathomable strength, but in the end he disappeared."
"Sword Demon! Are you a person who is accustomed to using knives? You always call yourself mine?" Rong Que suddenly thought of the small knife skills in the Hidden Volume Building of Longping City.
"Master, do you remember? Yes, that's him. He has an old man's tone, calls himself "I", and is used to wielding a knife. I heard rumors that he is surrounded by demonic energy, and his whole person is possessed by demons. However, these rumors are not inappropriate.
Believe it, because everyone who has seen the sword demon is dead, including some people from the Lingyin family." Mr. Huo was a little surprised that Rong Que could know the character of the sword demon, but he didn't ask any more questions.
Rong Que frowned deeply. It seemed that the small sword technique in the Hidden Scroll Pavilion of Longping City was left by the Lingyin Clan Chief Sword Demon. He just didn’t know why the Sword Demon disappeared, and Lingyin
The whereabouts of the family have also become bizarre.
"Wait a minute! Mr. Huo, what did you say the Lingyin family changed their name to?" Rong Que suddenly seemed to have discovered something and immediately asked Mr. Huo.
Huo Lao replied with some confusion: "The Lingyin family had already changed its name to "Devil Sword Sect" before I was sealed by your master, as if to avoid being hunted. What's wrong?"
"Demon Sword Sect! Demon Sword Sect! If I remember correctly, two thousand years after you were sealed, this Demon Sword Sect has been exterminated, leaving no chickens or dogs left. When people rushed to the ruins of the Demon Sword Sect,
There was no life left there, only corpses on the ground and the tragic atmosphere." Rong Que's thumb rubbing the hanging ring gradually became faster, and his frown became tighter and tighter. When he looked up at Wang Er on the ring
By then, the competition had already begun.
Wang Er has already been fighting with Tang Qiaochun from the east gate. Tang Qiaochun, who is accustomed to wielding a long sword, is very familiar with this kind of close combat and can fight with ease. However, Wang Er is not good at short-range attacks. He only has a flying knife.
He had no chance to take action, so he could only keep dodging and resisting.
"Come on!" Tang Qiaochun shouted in a low voice, bent his long knife at his waist, and rushed towards Wang Er. When he was still two steps away from Wang Er, he quickly drew his knife and slashed across.
Wang Er must be cut in two from the waist.
Wang Er was shocked and quickly retreated. He put the flying knife on his waist and narrowly blocked the opponent's long knife. However, the flying knife in his hand was also knocked out by the impact force of the long knife and fell to the ground.
A few meters away.
Just when Wang Er was rejoicing, Tang Qiaochun suddenly took out a hidden weapon that was completely different from Wang Er's flying knife from his storage ring. With a flick of his wrist, he flew towards Wang Er fiercely. At an extraordinary speed, he was deeply buried in Wang Er's body.
within the right shoulder.
"ah!"
Wang Er screamed and stepped back more than ten steps. He covered his right shoulder with his left hand and looked at Tang Qiaochun with surprised eyes, looking incredulous.
"Are you surprised? Do you think the long knife is my only means of attack? It's just false news I spread. When you hear my last name, you should have thought that hidden weapons are my indispensable skills, because my last name is
Tang!" The corner of Tang Qiaochun's mouth curled up into a smile, which matched her beautiful face, making her look so coquettish.