Chapter 530: Different Ways, No Conspiracy

The swords struck each other, and the sound of the golden sound was piercing the membranes. After one move, Qi Xun did not move, while Fuyao was shocked by the force of the sword intention and the strike of the swords, and took three steps back before stopping.

Fuyao was shocked.

Haotian also looked at Qixun with a look of shock, "What a strong sword intention!"

Fuyao said angrily: "Rat, you actually hide your cultivation!"

Qixun raised his eyebrows, and Yu Liuchuan sneered: "Which realm are you two monks from? I never knew that there are no strong men in your realm who can fight beyond the level? If you can't beat them, you can only have others hide their cultivation. ?My junior uncle is upright, why hide it?"

If Qi Xun hadn't held the knife in his hand, he would have waved his hand, but it wouldn't have happened. In fact, I quite like pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Fuyao was angry and ashamed. She had grown up, and as a saint of the Lingyun Palace, she had never been treated like this before. It was even more unbelievable that she could not do anything with a martial artist.

Just as he was about to raise his sword to kill again, he was stopped by Holy Son Haotian: "Saint Fuyao, we were selected by the refining realm for the purpose of training and improving our cultivation. Why fight with life and death? Why don't you give me face? I I heard that Saint Fuyao needs a Thunderbolt Wood Fusion Sword. I was lucky enough to buy a piece from Linglong Pavilion in Thunder City, which is enough for the Fusion Sword. If Saint Fuyao can let go of the misunderstanding with those two fellow Taoists, How about I give that piece of lightning-struck wood to the saint?"

Although Fuyao hates Qixun, he also knows that she may not really be able to win. What's more, next to Qixun, there is a male cultivator who is at the same master level as her. Haotian gives her the steps, even if he doesn't want to. She could only comfort herself, for the sake of lightning striking the wood, she would let that bitch go.

Seeing her nodding with a cold face, Haotian smiled and sent the lightning strike wood to Fuyao's hands with spiritual power. He then smiled at Qixun and Yuliuchuan and said, "You two, how about letting it go? If we don't fight, we won't get to know each other. You two have extraordinary bearings, and we feel like old friends when we meet each other, but we don’t know which Taoist friends they are?”

Qixun actually wanted to have a fight. He had been fighting with Yu Liuchuan for a long time, and they were familiar with each other's routines. No matter how hard he cut, he would not gain more insights than fighting a strong stranger.

However, since this fight couldn't be won, she wouldn't force it.

But as a good friend or something, forget it.

Just because she passed by and glanced at her, he wanted to gouge her eyes out, not only scold her, but also kill her. People who lack the most basic respect for life are better off staying away from each other and becoming strangers to each other.

Yu Liuchuan obviously knew who his junior uncle was. He snorted and said, "We have different ways and we don't want to conspire against each other."

Haotian frowned. He also saw that these two people were extraordinary, and they had just met each other. He didn't expect that this person would not give him any face, and he was already unhappy in his heart: "Why do you say this, fellow Taoist?"

Yu Liuchuan sneered: "It's not surprising that monks kill people, but those who die under my sword are never innocent. Just because my junior uncle and I passed by, the female cultivator not only cursed, but also killed her. If my junior uncle I am really an ordinary martial artist, how can I survive at this time? As a swordsman, he bullies the weak and is shameless for us. My little uncle said that the sword of the strong is only for the stronger!"

Qixun was surprised. Her great nephew, who didn't like to talk in front of outsiders, talked a lot today.

If you don't want to be friends, why are you talking nonsense? Qixun hugged Babai and called Yu Liuchuan away: "Let's go."

But Haotian was stunned when he heard Yu Liuchuan's words, "The sword of swordsmanship is only for the stronger."

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Qixun and Yu Liuchuan had walked away.

But Fuyao just stood there, looking ashamed and angry.

Haotian looked at the two people walking away, was silent, and then asked Fuyao: "When you used your sword against that martial artist just now, did you feel suppressed by the rules?"

Fuyao gave him a cold look: "If I feel suppressed, how can I take action with all my strength?"

"In other words, based on the rules of this realm, her strength is no less than yours?"

Fuyao didn't say anything. Isn't this obvious?

If she wasn't afraid of their strength, how could she let them leave so easily? Do you really think it’s your Haotian’s face, and that piece of lightning-struck wood?

Fuyao sneered and stopped entangled with Haotian. After all, it was Haotian's lightning that struck the wood. The two of them would settle their accounts later when they had a chance, so they turned around and got into the spirit beast car and left.

Haotian looked at the direction in which the spirit beast chariot and Qixun were leaving with an unpredictable expression.

He could no longer feel the auras of Haotian and Fuyao, and Leiyu could not let go of his spiritual exploration casually. Yuliuchuan spoke with confidence and asked Qixun: "Uncle Junior, why do you never kill people easily?"

In the past, in the Gravity Plain, when someone was robbed, as long as they didn't want their lives, the junior uncle would basically not kill them. The few people killed by the two of them were all extremely vicious people.

If the young master uncle was a normal monk, he would have fought a life-or-death battle with the saint that he met before.

Qixun smiled. She couldn't say that the education she received in her previous life and her previous identity meant that she was the guardian of life. For her, every life, as long as it is not a death penalty, is worth cherishing

and guard.

Some persistence, as time goes by, always seems so out of place and ridiculous.

However, people should always have their own beliefs.

Faith cannot be shaken lightly.

"Perhaps the stranger you pass by is the person that others dream about but can never meet again in their lifetime. Whenever I think of this, I feel that as long as the people who deserve to die are not dead, the lives of others should also be cherished. Because they are also other people. If your children, parents, and lovers disappear, someone will always be sad."

When her father passed away in her previous life, she almost never thought about him, because as soon as she thought about that person disappearing and no longer having him in the world, she felt as if she was trapped in the darkness and couldn't hit him. I can't find the road, I can't find anyone, I can't breathe.

That was the beginning of her true realization of the meaning of life.

Tamalukawa:......

The tough swordsman cultivator actually has such a gentle side.

This was probably the gentlest sentence he had ever heard in his life.

Although he never kills easily, it has nothing to do with respecting life, but he has his bottom line and persistence.

He is not a demon cultivator and has no interest in killing people.

Just as they were thinking about it, the two of them met a group of master-level monks. When they saw Qixun and Yuliuchuan wearing masks and holding cats, they smiled maliciously: "Hey, a little martial artist can actually walk up to There is some ability here, boss, this kind of person is usually a genius of the sect, and he must have a lot of good things in him."

The young man who was called boss laughed loudly: "That makes sense!"

Several people knew it and surrounded Qixun and Yuliuchuan with the force of encirclement and suppression.

Qixun: ...The slap in the face came so quickly!

Just as we were talking about respecting life, a few people came to risk their lives.

Qixun sighed and asked Yu Liuchuan: "Isn't it said that there are not many monks in the Thunder Territory? They were destroyed by the red demon king Huo Huo and everyone became honest. Isn't it quite safe here now?"

Why did he first encounter the forced king and forced princess, and now he encountered a robber?

Can I still practice well?

Yu Liuchuan also sighed: "Maybe you look too weak, little master uncle, so you know."

Qixun:...I don’t understand!