The demon witch is her white moonlight

"The birth of two fifth-grade treasures, Sect Master Yuchi, is really gratifying and congratulatory!"

"Jianshan Furnace is well-deserved of its reputation, and the Sword God Sect has added a sword and a sword. It really deserves the No. [-] God Sect of Dayu!"

"Sword God Sect will regain its prosperity tens of thousands of years ago, just around the corner!"

"..."

Countless people on the Sword Asking Stage made a fuss, but no one took the initiative to mention how to put the two swords back. Everyone agreed that Yuchi Hongyi should leave the two swords in the Sword God Sect.

After all, it is a fifth-grade treasure, and it is indeed as Yuchi Hongyi said, it is quite different from the past.

The senior Bodhi Zen sect is still aloof from the world, with benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, and he doesn't say a word, but the senior Gui Dao sect shows a contemptuous sneer amidst the praises of the crowd. With just two five-grade swords, he wants to fight with many seniors for tens of thousands of years. contend?

Not self-sufficient.

The members of the four great families also have their own thoughts, but at least on the surface, everyone is kind and sincerely congratulating.

Yuchi Hongyi raised his hand and pressed it down, pressed down the noise on the sword-questioning stage, and said with a smile: "The sect can't exist today without the love of all the gentlemen here. As we all know, my sword god sect is the great sect of sword cultivators. With one knife and one sword, a certain one will be the master, auction this fifth-grade treasured knife, and the highest bidder will get it, what do you think?"

As the voice fell, the noise on the Sword Asking Stage became even louder.

Yuchi Hongyi immediately waved his sleeves, and the fifth-grade treasured sword leaped several feet forward with a bang, hanging on the edge of the high platform, very close to the guests watching the ceremony, everyone could clearly see the delicate lines on the treasured sword and the edge of the blade. the cold glow.

Immediately, there was clamor for bids, and for a while, the auction bids on the Sword Asking Stage came and went.

The man in white in front of the seat seemed to have settled down, and he hadn't said a word so far. The people behind him were uncertain about Penglai Wonderland's attitude. Although the quotation was rising, the increase was still stable. Everyone wanted to sell Penglai Wonderland to save face at this time.

Yuchi Hongyi was also secretly observing the movements on the sword-questioning stage. An elder whispered something in his ear. Yuchi Hongyi's eyelids drooped slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he concealed it very well, and no one in the audience noticed it. clues.

"Watch what happens."

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Sweat dripped on the white jade floor, forming a transparent dot. Ji Yuxuan was in the crowd, but also seemed to be outside the crowd, and all the hustle and bustle could not be heard.

The knuckles holding the sword are gray and blue, the teeth are clenched tightly, and there are faint pulsating veins on the forehead.

It's getting more and more painful, more and more painful, this kind of pain is better than every attack of old illness in the past, accompanied by scenes of trance afterimages passing through her mind, eroding her soul.

Ji Yuxuan held her forehead, her breathing was unstable and her expression was in a trance.

The twisted and flirtatious blood talismans condensed and scattered before her eyes.

In the dark underground palace, a woman knelt on the ground, cut off her wrist, and drew a talisman with blood.

She has a pious demeanor, every stroke, and meticulous.

On the other side of the blood talisman array, a woman with a blurred face lay where the talismans belonged, lifeless.

"what is this?

She struggled to maintain a clear consciousness amidst bouts of dizziness and pain, and the cold sweat on her forehead grew more and more, as if a knife had been cut on her soul, trying to forcibly tear off a piece of it.

Ji Yuxuan gasped, and simply closed her eyes completely.

Someone was laughing, someone was crying, someone stroked the scar on her back lightly, and whispered softly in her ear.

Scenes of blurred scenes flashed away like a revolving lantern, and just as the sense of familiarity appeared, the picture disappeared from her eyes, and in the end, she couldn't grasp anything.

The feeling of dizziness became more and more intense, and illusory scenes emerged in front of his eyes.

The dark grotto, the crimson furnace, and in the darkness, a smear of white clothes held by evil spirits.

Ji Yuxuan bit the tip of her tongue violently, and the coating on her tongue tasted the taste of rust, and she became a little more conscious.

The uproar finally reached her ears.

In addition, there are roaring sounds from far and near, and the surprised whispers of the guests on the sword-questioning stage.

The play has finally begun.

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"What's going on?!" Yuchi Hongyi heard the noise from the back mountain, his face sank, and he asked the elder behind him.

Elder Baimei who was following Yuchi Hongyi bowed: "The two elders, Xuanqi and Daosheng, have already gone to deal with it. Please be at ease, suzerain."

Yuchi Hongyi withdrew his gaze, and signaled to the guests on the sword-questioning stage to be safe and calm, and the auction continued.

The noise was a little quieter, at this moment, the first old man in white robe suddenly stood up, and the guests looked over in unison.

The white-robed old man had a noble status, Yuchi Hongyi didn't dare to neglect, he leaned forward and clasped his fists: "Master Jinghua, do you have any advice?"

"Sect Master Yuchi." The old man called Jinghua flicked his sleeves, and said to Yuchi Hongyi with his hands behind his back, "This old man's intention of passing by the noble sect is to visit old friends, and he has no intention of coveting the five treasures of the noble sect. , the old man is present, the juniors are more cautious, if Sect Master Yuchi tells the old man where the former suzerain Yan Yunqing is, and the old man goes to catch up with old friends, I won't make you feel uncomfortable here."

Yuchi Hongyi's pupils shrank, cold sweat broke out in an instant, he maintained a peaceful smile on his face, and calmly responded: "Thanks to Venerable Jinghua's concern, it's a pity that Venerable Master is retreating in the back mountain, and it's worth breaking through the barrier. See you seniors."

"So that's how it is. Since there is no way to see each other, the old man will not bother me." The two white-clothed juniors beside Jinghua also stood up.

Yuchi Hongyi's throat twitched. Although he was dissatisfied with Jinghua's putting on airs and leaving early, he maintained a humble attitude to see off the guest. It would be beneficial and harmless for this person to leave.

He bowed slightly, and told the alchemy elders in the audience: "Send the venerable down the mountain."

The elder took the order and was waiting to lead the way, when suddenly there was a low-pitched but clear voice: "Honestly, Venerable Jinghua, stay!"

Jinghua paused, and turned to look at the person who made the sound.

There was commotion in the crowd, and a figure walked towards the sword-questioning platform in the middle from a position near the edge. This person had a heavy aura, which made people feel awe involuntarily.

The spectators who didn't know what was around subconsciously stepped aside, exposing this person to everyone's sight.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and several people on the stage also looked at this person. The seven source tracing elders had different expressions, and Yuchi Hongyi squinted his eyes.

He wore half a metal mask on his face, his long hair was simply tied behind his head, and he had a sealed sword box on his back. He looked wild and uninhibited. Many people of the older generation looked at his face and felt a little strange. It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it for a while.

He bowed to Jinghua and took off half of the mask on his face in front of the Venerable Jinghua: "My lord, 700 years ago, I met in the sea of ​​clouds. The younger generation was fortunate enough to be instructed by the venerable. Remember?"

"Meeting in the sea of ​​clouds..." Jinghua's eyes revealed deep thought.

The sea of ​​clouds meets once in a thousand years, the head of hundreds of Shenzongs in the Daoyan directory, and Jinghua also had a relationship with Yan Yunqing during this meeting.

At that time, Yan Yunqing was indeed accompanied by a younger generation named...

Jinghua looked a little surprised: "You are...Qi Jianxin?"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Qi Jianxin?How could it be Qi Jianxin?

Didn't this person die more than 20 years ago?

Soon, more people recognized that face.

Although more than twenty years have passed, Qi Jianxin's temperament is very different from before, but many people still remember him.

The uproar became quieter, but gasps continued one after another.

Although the news of the incident 27 years ago was suppressed afterwards, the senior leaders of various sects and sects have heard some rumors. People who should have died suddenly appeared. Judging by their appearance, these years may have been rough.

As Yuchi Hongyi's fellow senior brother, not only did he not communicate in advance, but he also stopped Venerable Jinghua in public to prove his identity.

Interested people have started to exchange glances in secret. This time, the sword casting ceremony of the Sword God Sect will probably be a good show.

"Thank you, senior, for remembering this junior." Qi Jianxin smiled, but his right eye was disabled, and the scar running through his right eye on the side of his face made him look hideous.

After meeting with Jinghua, Qi Jianxin turned his head and looked at Yuchi Hongyi who was barely maintaining a decent smile on the stage. In fact, Yuchi Hongyi, whose eyes had already revealed a fierce look, asked loudly: "Dare to ask my good brother, is the respected teacher in retreat? guest, or..."

Qi Jianxin sneered, raised his voice and at the same time the conversation turned sharply: "Prisoned in the back mountain, not allowed to meet with others?!"

This shout was like a thunderbolt on the ground, with a bang, wrapped in a thick inner force, it spread far away, and everyone on the sword-questioning stage could hear it clearly.

The members of the Xiaozong Xiaopai suddenly changed their expressions, and lowered their heads in fear, fearing that the powerful hands would harm the fish in the pond.

Jinghua also frowned, and turned to look at Yuchi Hongyi with puzzled eyes.

More people moved away from the venue with the mentality of watching a play, and after a while, there were no idlers within a few meters around Qi Jianxin.

Qi Jianxin and Yuchi Hongyi looked at each other across the air.

Yuchi Hongyi was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing, and after laughing enough, his face suddenly turned cold again: "At the beginning, the respected master told me to be careful of my siblings, but I have always refused to believe that the senior brother would pass on the Junlan sword and the third junior brother because of his disobedience. Infighting, I didn't expect it to be confirmed by the respected teacher."

"Respecting the master, the old man has been practicing in closed-door training in the back mountain. The elder brother has some indiscriminate and indiscriminate questioning of the master. His heart is really to be punished!" How could the Jun Lan sword that the junior brother took away be in the hands of the senior brother?!"

Narada Sword? !

Everyone was surprised again, the Junlan sword was stolen more than 20 years ago, did it really happen?

Everyone's eyes focused on the sword box on Qi Jianxin's back at the same time, and then wandered back and forth between Yuchi Hongyi and Qi Jianxin. The Junlan Sword taken away by Le Junhao appeared in Qi Jianxin's hands, so... Qi Jianxin killed him. Le Junhao?

"You dare to bring up what happened back then, Yuchi Hongyi, you are really hypocritical!" Qi Jianxin lifted his lips and sneered, "Junior Brother Le asked me for help because of your frame-up, and I was severely injured by Yuchi's when I arrived in Yuezhou. Mrs. Yuchi, what a formidable method!"

The faces of the onlookers were gloomy and difficult to understand. The Nangong family and the senior Gui Dao Sect smiled coldly, making it clear that they were watching a play. , ready to shoot at any time.

Jinghua looked at Yuchi Hongyi, then at Qi Jianxin, the two insisted on their own words, it was difficult to tell the truth from the false.

Just when everyone was at a loss and didn't know who to believe, Jinghua suddenly raised her voice and said towards the back of the main peak: "Penglai Fairyland Jinghua ascends to the Sword God Sect, I wonder if Brother Yan would like to tell you something?"

His voice was very low, but it spread far away, even if Yan Yunqing was really in seclusion, he should be able to hear it this time.

A moment later, a black robe flew over from the back mountain, hanging behind Yuchi Hongyi.

With an old face and a pair of deep and unwavering black eyes, he glanced at Jinghua from a distance, and clasped his fists and said, "My lord, don't come here without any harm."

Qi Jianxin's eyes widened angrily. Didn't Ji Yuxuan tell him that Yan Yunqing was trapped in the forbidden formation and couldn't see anyone? !

Then Yan Yunqing who appeared at the Sword Asking Stage at this moment, is it real or not? !