Chapter 551 It’s time for some business exchanges
What does it mean that tea is poisonous?
Bu Jingyun looked at Wuming in astonishment. If it meant the literal meaning, he would understand, but...
Aren't you a peerless master? How could you let others poison your tea so easily?
Seeing Bu Jingyun's confused face, his whole body was shocked beyond measure. Wuming immediately dismissed this wrong answer and turned to look towards the corner.
Someone.
There was nothing at first, but when he vomited blood, the other party seemed to let out a trace of breath because of the excitement of success.
Although it was a despicable trick of poisoning, the fact that he was unknowingly tampering with his tea showed that he was a formidable enemy.
Thinking of this, Wuming tried to mobilize his true energy, and immediately another mouthful of hot blood spurted out.
"What a terrible poison. Targeting me like this. Who are you?"
Wuming said with a grimace. The other party came prepared. His martial arts was abolished and he could only be slaughtered. Thinking of this, he felt an inexplicable sadness.
The saddest thing is that he offended too many enemies in his early years. Now when people come to visit him, he can't even guess their identity.
The incarnation of good thoughts walked out of the shadows with an embarrassed face, and stared at Wuming with big eyes and small eyes for a while, both of them were speechless.
Nameless: (;゜┓゜)σ
You evil person, why are you pretending to be innocent? Weren't you the one who poisoned me?
The incarnation of good thoughts: "..."
He was the one who poisoned it, but he was not the mastermind. Liao Wenjie, the real person, made a bet with him, saying that Wuming had his own poisoning BUFF. If you don't believe it, try it.
I tried the incarnation of good thoughts and was really poisoned.
Although it is done with mental arithmetic but without intention, with nameless skills...
This is no longer outrageous, but bizarre!
The 'One Success Power' is indeed a peerless magical skill that can dominate the world. Without the 'Not Below Me' magical skill, there will be no competitor in the world.
Looking at Wuming, who had a sad face and was thinking hard about the identity of his enemy, the incarnation of good thoughts sighed, and pointed at Wuming with a sword, and a ball of water mist hit Wuming's chest.
The stunned Bu Jingyun came back to his senses and saw that Wuming was about to die on the spot. He shouted angrily and raised his arms to block the path of the mist.
Bang!
As water mist entered his body, Bu Jingyun gritted his teeth to hold back the severe pain, knowing that his left arm would probably be useless, but it didn't matter, he still had his right hand, which could still hold Kong Cihua in front of the moon.
Hey, why doesn't it hurt?
"Hiss--"
Not only does it not hurt, it is also very comfortable!
The water mist entered the body, and Bu Jingyun's internal and external injuries accumulated over the past few days instantly recovered. He looked at the incarnation of good thoughts and was confused by the scene in front of him. It was not until the incarnation of good thoughts looked at him speechlessly that he lowered his head and retreated to the side. .
Confused, difficult to understand, this question is too difficult.
Another cloud of water mist came, and the toxins in Wuming's body were eliminated. He mobilized his true energy to circulate again, and his eyes showed confusion: "What do you mean, why do you want to poison me first and then detoxify me?"
After clearing the toxins from his body, Wuming regained his indifference to the world. Seeing that his kind thoughts were incarnated, he showed no ill intentions. He smiled indifferently as a habit, picked up the teacup and...
Just put it back.
This is a salty fish who has lost his dream. No matter how rough the waves are, he is not afraid because he has no intention of going into the sea at all.
Invincible without fighting is indeed a martial arts myth, and it can be seen clearly.
The incarnation of good thoughts shook his head, waved his hand and raised his peerless sword. A ray of sword energy spread out, and he killed Wuming in a flash of light and stone.
Ding!
Wuming pointed his fingers together into a sword, easily blocking the sword energy. The familiar sword command made him react immediately. The incarnation of good thoughts used the sword technique of the Holy Spirit.
Although there were doubts in his mind, Wuming didn't bother to ask. He picked up the erhu and started playing: "Your Excellency has no murderous intent, and Wuming has no fighting spirit. If you just want to learn swordsmanship, I have retired from the world for many years. You should go find someone else."
nameless!
Bu Jingyun's tiger body trembled, and he realized that the one sitting in front of him was Wulin Shinhwa. The idea of becoming a disciple became more urgent. He frowned, thinking about how to make Wuming accept him willingly.
There is a saying that Jingyun, who looks like a loser and has no energy, has no confidence in him. Not to mention that he can't beat him, even if he can, even if he has all kinds of means, he can't defeat a salted fish.
His mentality is already invincible.
"I have learned from all the masters in the world, and left the martial arts myths at the end to show my respect." The incarnation of kind thoughts spoke slowly, without being cruel and speaking very few words.
Bu Jingyun frowned, and as soon as the incarnation of good thoughts opened his mouth, his mouth was full of sharp teeth rubbing against each other, which made his scalp numb and he wanted to cover his ears.
Such evil martial arts, what kind of evil way can make a person become like this?
Also, where did the Wushuang Sword go? What happened to the black sword? Why does it feel so inexplicably familiar?
nameless:"……"
It turns out that you can talk, so why can't you explain to me why you poisoned me?
Interesting?
Three people who didn't talk much gathered together in a courtyard. The dialogue was pitiful. The incarnation of good thoughts was too lazy to talk to Xianyu. He stepped in front of Wuming, and a cold light followed closely, sweeping out with the force of thunder. .
Holy Spirit Sword Technique·Sword Twenty-Two.
Wuming's drowsy eyes exploded with strong sword intent, and he pointed the sword directly to strike the edge of the peerless sword. With the sound of gold and iron, the intense sword intent in the courtyard was swept away, and the wind was light and the clouds were light as if there was nothing. happened before.
The inexplicable swordsmanship is unknown.
"The 22nd style of Holy Spirit Sword Technique, the sword master even passed this trick on to you..."
Wuming sighed and said sadly: "I thought the Sword Master had disappeared, but it turns out there is someone who will succeed you. You have perfected the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship at a young age. If you closed your eyes, you would have thought it was the Sword Master himself... the mantle. There is someone who will succeed him, I think he will be able to rest in peace even if he is under the Nine Springs."
If you think too much, he must be in front, three, back, four, up and down every day in Japan. I don’t know how happy he is!
The incarnation of good thoughts did not explain anything, and smiled slightly: "As expected of Heavenly Sword Wuming, he took the twenty-two swords cut with his bare hands. The natural swordsman really deserves his reputation."
nameless:"……"
"It's a joke, please don't blame me. The Heavenly Sword has a sword bone without a name, and he will be the emperor of the sword as soon as he is born. I thought this statement was false, but I didn't expect it to be true." The incarnation of kind thoughts praised.
nameless:"……"
Logically speaking, this was the time for some business exchanges, but he always felt offended and couldn't speak.
Next to him, Bu Jingyun had a complex expression after hearing the word 'peerless sword'.
As far as he knew, the peerless sword was forged by his father Bu Qingtian. In the world, only the blood of his father and son could unseal it. The world will massacre Bujia Village, Bu Qingtian died, and the whereabouts of the sword embryo, a peerless sword, have been unknown since then.
The incarnation of good thoughts can use Kaifeng's peerless sword, which can only explain one reason...
His father Bu Qingtian had an illegitimate son outside.
"Before his death, the sword master forced the tyrant to kill him with his sword twenty-three moves. Because of bad luck, the sword was halfway through and his life span was about to end. Do you know this?" said the incarnation of Shan Nian.
Wuming nodded.
After cracking the Sword Master's Sword Twenty-One, Wuming deduced Sword Twenty-Two and the method of cracking it. Based on the sword's power, he guessed that there would be a more powerful Sword Twenty-Three after Sword Twenty-Two.
But the guess is just a guess. Sword Twenty-Two has reached the pinnacle and is the best swordsmanship in the world. Even if it is an unknown talent, it is impossible to get a glimpse of the reality of Sword Twenty-Three. It can only be estimated that this move is magical. Once it is released, It will surely shock the heavens and earth and make the ghosts and gods weep.
want to see.
Thinking of this, Wuming's face showed bitterness: "The Sword Master has passed away, and there is no longer Sword Twenty-three in the world. Every time I think about this, I feel regretful in my heart."
I thought it would be over when the Sword Master faced off against the Xiongba Sanliang Sword, but I never thought that the Sword Master would directly use his ultimate move, and I didn’t expect that the Sword Master would be unable to follow up and the ultimate move would be used by half the people.
Wuming regretted not being able to watch Sword Twenty-Three live and his intestines turned blue. When he played the erhu in those days, he was overcome with sadness and his understanding of the inexplicable swordsmanship reached a new level.
"No need to regret, what should come will eventually come..."
The incarnation of kind thoughts smiled slightly, and the aura around him changed drastically. In Bu Jingyun's eyes, he turned into a sword with unparalleled sharpness. Although the sword has not been unsheathed, there is an invisible sword intention that shakes the space and ripples. It is conceivable that when it is unsheathed, it will definitely destroy the world!
"It turned out to be Sword Twenty-Three, you..."
"You are the sword master and you are not dead yet?!"
Seeing the blue sword net coming from the space, Wuming's eyes suddenly shrank, he quickly put down his erhu, and with his fingers spread out, a sharp edge jumped out from the small pavilion on the second floor, and at the critical moment, it merged with his sword.
The small courtyard turned into a sword-centered hell, and the swords of two peerless swordsmen collided...
According to Liao Wenjie's analysis, regardless of Wu Ming's 'Heavenly Sword' realm, he was a sword-practicing prodigy who only appeared in thousands of years. He was so highly qualified that even sword masters were envious and jealous of him.
But if he was really enveloped by the sword power of Jian Twenty-Three, Wuming would most likely kneel down.
Fortunately, the incarnation of kind thoughts is not a real sword master. The twenty-three swords copied during the confrontation between Yuanshen were not understood by himself, and the artistic conception is not perfect. With Wuming's vision, he can completely find the flaw and break it in one fell swoop, and then...
It's time to gather the wool again.
After this wave of gathering Wuming's wool is finished and Wuming gains insights into cracking Sword Twenty-Three, he will go to Japan to gather the sword master's wool and let him make up for the shortcomings of the sword's power, and then come back to find Wuming.
Repeated several times, Jian Twenty-three will definitely make rapid progress.
To have these two masters of swordsmanship coexist in the same era is an inexhaustible treasure...
It’s too much trouble, having to run around.
According to Liao Wenjie, the sheep should be conscious and learn to move on their own, instead of him running around and pushing the two of them to move.
…
After a few breaths, the wind disappeared in the small courtyard, leaving only a figure in red standing.
Bu Jingyun threw himself on the street with sword marks all over his body. He was in the Hell of Sword Heart, regardless of life and death. He went crazy to learn Holy Spirit Sword Techniques and Inexplicable Sword Techniques. His heart and body were hurt by the attacks of the two swords. He bled so much that it was enough to Let the flowers and plants in the yard grow happily.
Wuming fell to the ground awkwardly holding the hero sword, with large and small sword wounds all over his body. Seeing the unscathed incarnation of good intentions, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch: "You are not a sword master, who are you?"
The incarnation of good thoughts didn't say anything. Two balls of water mist hit Bu Jingyun and Wuming respectively. Regardless of whether Bu Jingyun was unconscious, he waved his hand and inserted the peerless sword upside down beside him.
"This sword is called the 'Peerless Sword'. It was forged by his father with great effort. I borrowed it for a few days. Now that it is sharp, it is time to fulfill my promise and return it to its original owner."
The incarnation of good thoughts looked at Wuming: "You may not believe it when I tell you. You and he have a master-disciple relationship. They are also the lone star of the evil spirits. His destiny is harder than yours. Don't be afraid of overcoming him. Be careful not to be overpowered by him. die."
nameless:"……"
Good thing, but he wasn't happy at all.
"I almost forgot, there is one more thing."
The embodiment of good thoughts closed his eyes and sensed it. After a moment, the space rippled and a wisp of blood appeared in front of him.
The blood was as hot as fire, thick and rolling like magma, and rushed directly to Bu Jingyun's left arm. With a scream and a burning smell, Bu Jingyun jumped repeatedly between coma and wakefulness.
The incarnation of kind thoughts flicked out a blood bodhi with a few fingers, opening the triple burner entrance for Bu Jingyun's yet-to-be-formed unicorn arm.
Nie Feng has ancestral mad blood, and if Bu Jingyun does not have the Qilin Arm, it is equivalent to losing the neutralizing agent. With their current martial arts level, it will be difficult for them to display the Infinite Maha.
If this golden fleece is not gathered up, it would be a bit unreasonable.
Having done this, the incarnation of kind thoughts turned around and left, taking one step forward and slowly blending into the ground.
"Who is your Excellency?"
"It's not important. I'll come to you for sword practice another day..."