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Chapter 23 The stingy Qingshan Patriarch

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    "Okay, there is nothing particularly important in today's meeting." Qingshan Ancestor sat at the top and regained his dignity and said: "I just want to inform you, Ancestor, I have to be supported by an expert, and I have received a sword to increase my combat power.  A battle with Xuanwu is no longer an issue."

    The words conveyed the pride of Qingshan Patriarch, which also swept away the decadent look of Qingshan Sect.

    "God bless my Qingshan Gate."

    Everyone shouted.

    "So you can rest easy!" Qingshan Patriarch's loud voice spread throughout the audience, "Do you have anything else to discuss? If you don't have a poop, let's leave!"

    Next, everyone looks at me and I look at each other, we all see the same desire in each other¡¯s eyes.

    Finally, the great elder came out and said respectfully: "Ancestor, can you let us see this sword?"

    With his words, all the hopeful eyes focused on him.

    "Fine!"

    Patriarch Qingshan nodded, although he was reluctant, but with so many people wanting to see it, it was not easy to refuse.

    "Then just keep your eyes open and watch me."

    As soon as the words fell, the place suddenly became quiet.

    Everyone held their breath and widened their eyes.

    "Whoops!"

    A ray of light lit up.

    In just a moment, Patriarch Qingshan put the knife back, with a smug smile on his face, and said leisurely: "How is it, have you seen it?"

    "Ancestor"

    Everyone in the audience looked aggrieved.

    With the hand speed of Patriarch Qingshan, they didn't see anything except a beam of light.

    "Okay, third elder, you two stay, the others can disperse!" Patriarch Qingshan said impatiently.

    Everyone left unwillingly, leaving only the third elder and Yu Wujie.

    "I wonder what the ancestor has to do with me and the two of you?" the third elder asked respectfully, hoping in his heart that the ancestor would compensate him for something.

    "Ancestor, I also apologize for destroying your palace and hurting your disciples. The sect has nothing to compensate you for, so I will make an exception and let you two take a look at this sword!" Ancestor Qingshan said grandly.  said.

    The third elder looked ugly.

    ¡°But being able to take one more look at the sword is finally a kind of compensation.

    Patriarch Qingshan took out the knife again, but it only lasted for a while, but at least the two of them saw the true appearance of the knife.

    "The two of them never imagined that the thing regarded as a treasure by the ancestor of Qingshan was actually a kitchen knife.

    Yes, a kitchen knife.

    However, the two of them also really felt the power of this kitchen knife. The sharp aura and strong martial intent fully represented that this was a peerless magic knife!

    Yu Wujie was cautious and burned the image of the knife on a jade slip.

    Patriarch Qingshan just looked at him one more time and didn't say anything.

    After leaving Qingshan Hall, Yu Wujie rushed towards the outer gate. Many people secretly pointed at him along the way, but due to his identity, most disciples did not dare to be too blatant.

    But even so, it made his face gloomy enough.

    "Brother Wu Jie, I heard that you were injured, how are you?"

    Finally, a beautiful figure in a long skirt walked towards Yu Wujie and said worried words.

    She is Peng Ying. Since she officially joined Qingshan Sect, her dress and temperament have been qualitatively improved, and she has become more beautiful.

    "My taste is really good. With this beauty, I'm afraid I'll be in the top ten of Qingshan Gate."

    A flash of sadness flashed across Yu Wujie's pale face. If Peng Ying hadn't had a good foundation, he, as the elder's direct disciple, would not have set his sights on a mortal who was not even worthy of joining the Qingshan Sect.

    After approaching Peng Ying, the color on her face disappeared and she said gently: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

    "You look so pale and you say you're fine." Peng Ying asked softly with worry on her face, "By the way, what's going on? How could you get hurt in the sect."

    Peng Ying¡¯s questions seemed to arouse bad memories in Yu Wujie.

    ??Amid the shame, there is also fear.

    The moment the knife struck down, he really thought he was dead.

    However, Yu Wujie quickly put away the fear on his face and said lightly: "The ancestor got a treasured sword. The sword was so powerful that even he couldn't control it. He made a mistake., not only chopped off my master¡¯s palace, but also just hit me"

    When Peng Ying heard this, his expression changed.

    Yu Wujie glanced at her, sighed, and said, "Speaking of which, taking this stab also took away a lot of my hard work. I almost ran out of cards, but I was still injured."

    With that said, he looked at Peng Ying with an apologetic look on his face, "Ying'er, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. The injury made you worry."

    "How could it be?" Peng Ying nervously held Yu Wujie's hand and comforted her quickly: "It's a miracle that you can take the ancestor's sword. I'm afraid none of the disciples can do it!"

    "What's the use? I'm still injured." Yu Wujie shook his head sadly.

    "You are really strong and great." Peng Ying said hurriedly.

    Yu Wujie turned his gaze towards her and asked, "Really?"

    "Really, you are the best in my heart." Peng Ying said solemnly.

    "Ying'er, you are so kind." Yu Wujie said gently. With a slight movement of his palm, Peng Ying was hugged into his arms. Feeling the softness in his arms, the corners of Yu Wujie's lips raised unconsciously.

    After some intimacy, Peng Ying asked curiously: "By the way, Brother Wujie, what kind of sword is the ancestor's sword? How come he can't control it well?"

    Yu Wujie squinted his eyes, but this time there was no pretense on his face, and he solemnly said: "This knife is indeed terrifying."

    "oh?"

    Peng Ying raised her eyebrows.

    ¡°You¡¯ll know it just by looking at it.¡±

    Yu Wujie waved his hand, and a jade slip appeared in his hand. As the jade slip emitted light, a scene appeared in Peng Ying's eyes.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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