In the air, a giant snake with scales like a knife quickly condensed. The long message it revealed was like a sharp whip, flying in the air, making a crackling sound, and a stream of extremely terrifying cold air continued to flow towards it.
It spread from all directions and hit Chen Muji.
"Wuxuan Thunder Gang Claw!"
Chen Muji had known that Liang Shaochong would come out to stop him. With a wave of his right hand, five black flames jumped at his fingertips, and a black ghost claw grabbed the giant snake.
"Crack!"
The two forces collided together, tearing the air apart and making bursts of thunderous sounds.
Chen Muji was immediately knocked back five steps by the strong wind, and shouted angrily at Liang Shaochong: "This is the pulse treasure of my Purple Flame Sect, please return it to me quickly."
"I don't know what you are talking about? This long sword was given to me by a friend. It is a pulse treasure passed down from her father. How could it be something from your Ziyan Sect?" Liang Shaochui said nonchalantly.
"Haha, it's a joke. Who doesn't know that the Red Blood Thunder Sword is the sword of the inner disciple of my Purple Flame Sect? What is the name of your friend's father? Tell me, maybe he is the senior brother I know in my Purple Flame Sect.
?" Chen Muji laughed.
"he is……"
Liang Shaochong hesitated for a long time and couldn't scream.
Because, until now, Liang Shaochong still doesn’t know the last name of the fish seller, he only knows that others call her “Miss Yunxia”.
At this moment, Liang Shaochong had to wonder what the fish seller's real motive was for giving this long sword?
"Is it true, as they said, that the Red Blood Thunder Sword is really the pulse treasure of the Purple Flame Sect that was lost in Cuiming Valley?" Thinking of this, Liang Shaochong broke into a cold sweat and thought of an extremely terrifying thing.
Now all the pulse cultivating sects are looking for the pulse treasure lost in Cuiming Valley. If the news that he owns one of them spreads, the consequences will be really unimaginable. It is very likely that his appearance in Cuiming Valley will be exposed.
, immediately became the target of public criticism.
By then, even if he has ten thousand mouths, he still can't explain it.
At this moment, Liang Shaochong couldn't figure out whether the fish seller was an enemy or a friend.
In the past, Liang Shaochong had never understood why the fish seller would give him a powerful pulse skill and a low-level Huangpin pulse treasure for no reason, even though he and the fish seller were not related.
Also, the fish seller's behavior was too sudden. After giving him the "Pulse Cutting Soul Finger" and the Red Blood Thunder Sword, she immediately disappeared and could no longer be contacted.
At that time, Liang Shaochong felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain for a while. Where did this problem arise?
Now, Chen Muji's sudden visit reminded Liang Shaochong of this incident, and he immediately had an ominous premonition.
"Could it be that the fish seller took away all the missing pulse treasures in Cuiming Valley? She deliberately gave the Red Blood Thunder Sword to me because she had bad intentions and wanted to put the blame on me and make me the target of all the pulse sects. And
They will have a chance to escape."
Thinking of this, Liang Shaochong's heart was pounding wildly, and his sweat was like a waterfall, instantly soaking his whole body.
"What's the name of your friend's father? I think you probably lied."
Wu Qinghong immediately shouted from the side.
"Master Qinghong, I can testify that this long sword was given to Master Liang a while ago." Xiaoping immediately came to the rescue for Liang Shaochong.
"What are you? Get out of here." Wu Qinghong glared at Xiaoping angrily and shouted coldly.
"Xiao Ping, you have nothing to do here, just go out for a while." Liang Shaochong turned to Xiao Ping and nodded.
Xiaoping looked at Chen Muji and Wu Qinghong and hesitated: "But, Master Liang..."
"It's okay. Don't worry. They can't do anything to me yet?" Liang Shaochong waved his hand and said...
After Xiaoping left, Wu Qinghong showed a strange smile on his face and said with a triumphant look: "Liang Shaochong, if you don't want others to know, unless you do nothing yourself, I advise you to return the Red Blood Thunder Sword obediently.
Give it to me, Master."
"I don't know what you are talking about, please go back! This long sword of mine cannot be yours." Liang Shaochong said calmly.
Chen Muji laughed loudly and said: "Liang Shaochong, you are really talking nonsense. To tell you the truth, all the pulse treasures of our Ziyan Sect will be engraved with the word "flame". It is clearly marked on the hilt of your sword.
With this word engraved on it, you still want to deny it."
Liang Shaochong said calmly. "Even if this sword belongs to your Purple Flame Sect, you didn't give the Red Blood Thunder Sword to me. Why should I return it to you."
The sword of the Red Blood Thunder Sword was engraved with the word "flame", which Liang Shaochong had known for a long time. It was still a long time ago, but he did not expect that this person's name represented the Purple Flame Sect.
Although the Red-Blooded Thunder Sword is precious, it is put on this scabbard, which immediately covers its edge. Most people really can't recognize it and think it is an ordinary long sword.
Liang Shaochong believed that placing precious things in a visible place was the best way to hide them from other people's eyes.
But he never expected that Chen Muji would recognize him at a glance.
Wu Qinghong's face darkened at this time and shouted: "Liang Shaochong, I gave you face, but you didn't want it. I have to say it out. Others don't know, but we know it very well. You have appeared in Cuiming Valley, and Old Man Mei has also
He appeared there, and it was he who saved you. Tell me quickly, where did you hide all those pulse treasures?"
"What!"
Liang Shaochong's chest immediately felt like a heavy hammer blow, and his face suddenly turned pale.
The thing I was most worried about finally happened.
"What are you talking about?" Liang Shaochong shouted angrily.
"Haha, I'm talking nonsense. The red-blooded thunder sword on your bed is proof." Wu Qinghong asked tightly.
Liang Shaochong immediately calmed down and said: "Whatever you say, it will prove that this Red Blood Thunder Sword was indeed sent by a friend, and it is impossible to give it to you."
"Old man Mei has said everything. You still want to quibble. Return the Red Blood Thunder Sword to my master, and give us more than half of the hidden pulse treasure. We will consider not spreading these." Wu Qinghong sneered.
With a sound, he said.
Liang Shaochong glared at Wu Qinghong angrily and shouted: "What happened to Father Mei?"
"Old man Mei, he can't die." Wu Qinghong said without any emotion.
"You deserve to die! How dare you threaten an old man?" Liang Shaochong's eyes were filled with rage and murderous intent. His aura suddenly surged. He stepped forward fiercely, leaped into the air, transformed into a white crane and swooped down towards Wu Qinghong.
This is the second style of "Dragon, Tiger and Crane Hands": Crane looking for shrimps.
The strong wind tore apart, its five fingers were like hooks, stirring up the air within five feet of Wu Qinghong's circle and vibrating violently, surging like the tide of a river.
"Five Beasts Flame Palm! Break it for me!"
Chen Muji's eyes burst out with a cold light, and with a wave of his left hand, the fiery red fireworks automatically formed a strange palm in the shape of a crane head, a snake head, a wolf head, a tiger head, and a lion head. Five cranes, snakes, wolves, tigers, and lions flashed in the palm of his hand.
The twisted flame text of the beast shone brightly and flew past with the force of thunder.
"Five Beasts Flame Gang Palm", like "Dragon, Tiger and Crane Shape Hand", is also an entry-level pulse skill of the Purple Flame Sect.
"Boom!"
There was an earth-shaking explosion, and two rays of light erupted from the room. The powerful energy fluctuation caused all the surrounding furniture to be overturned and broken into pieces.
"Liang Shaochong, do you really think I'm afraid of you? If you hadn't taken advantage last time, I would have allowed you to be arrogant." Chen Muji took a step closer and said angrily...
Liang Shaochong snorted and said, "Stop talking nonsense, just give it a try." He immediately opened his stance.
But at this moment, Chen Muji's tone suddenly softened and he said: "Mr. Liang, you are also a rare genius. You have a sense of pulse at a young age. If you can join our Purple Flame Sect, and
Give us half of the missing pulse treasure in Cuiming Valley, and we promise not to spread the word about it."
"Fart. Let me reiterate, I don't have those pulse treasures you mentioned. As for joining the Purple Flame Sect, I think it's better to forget it." Liang Shaochong said.
"There is no room for negotiation." Chen Muji's eyes flashed with anger.
Liang Shaochong shook his head and said: "No!"
"Okay, that's how it is. The Red Blood Thunder Sword belongs to my Purple Flame Sect. You have no right to own it. I will take it back first." Chen Muji immediately shouted.
Chen Muji's wishful thinking was very clear. If Liang Shaochong agreed to his request and joined the Purple Flame Sect, then when the senior officials of the Purple Flame Sect knew that it was him who recruited a disciple with a sense of earthly pulse, they would definitely give him a reward.
He might be given a yellow-level pulse treasure, and he might even be promoted to an inner sect disciple.
You know, Chen Muji is still a handyman disciple, not even an outer disciple. Being able to become an inner disciple is what he has always dreamed of in his life.
Now because of the appearance of Liang Shaochong, he had the opportunity to touch this opportunity.
Of course, if Liang Shaochong doesn't agree, Chen Muji can confidently take back the Red Blood Thunder Sword.
In short, whether Liang Shaochong said yes or not, there were indescribable benefits to Chen Muji.