HIDDEN EVIL [XIAO SHUXIANG THE SERIES]

HIDDEN EVIL [XIAO SHUXIANG THE SERIES]
196 - Liu Wei Lin (3)

The Crazy Beggar Boy was currently sitting on a tree branch while leaning back. He hugged his bamboo staff and looked pouty-faced.


This was the umpteenth time he sighed, looking rather sad. Just now the Mad Beggar Boy was about to mutter and curse when a loud voice sounded.


"..............."


The longer you listen, the louder the sound. It was like someone was hitting an iron. The Crazy Beggar Boy frowned and then decided to find out the origin of the sound.


The legs of the Mad Beggar Boy retraced on one of the tree branches before he shot back. The distance between himself and the loud voice was quite far and indeed under certain conditions - his sense of hearing was often too strong even without having to focus.


The location that the man was aiming for was the place where Jian Yang was forging a sword. He aided Li Huanshou and was watched by Liu Wei Lin.


Sweat was visible on Jian Yang's forehead and face. He forged an ordinary iron for practice and the results were better than before. On the other hand, the blades of Ying xiong were still in the embers of the fire and were occasionally removed forging by Li Huanshou.


"I know your intentions are good, but you've been doing it for days. Don't you really want to give up?" Liu Wei Lin waved his fan and again said, "The two of you are not a sword forger. You won't be able to do it,"


"Can you stop talking?" Jian Yang looked at Liu Wei Lin, "You haven't helped us at all since you were here."


"Hmph, it's because I know what you're doing this doesn't produce anything." Liu Wei Lin shook his head slowly. He also advised, "The location of forging you alone is wrong, let alone the others. I can guarantee your efforts are in vain,"


"Young Master Liu," Li Huanshou turned around and then said in a wry tone, "What we did was much better than following you who just sat like a beautiful young man who could do nothing but decorate his folding fan,"


Jian Yang heard his friend's words and smiled. While Liu Wei Lin who felt being insinuated started to close his fan and then snorted.


Li Wei Lin nodded, "Alright. You two have said it. I certainly wouldn't allow this kind of humiliation to be directed at me,"


"What can you do?" Jian Yang defied, he also mocked by pretending to be shocked. "ah! No need to say. I already know~ You can only dress up, pffft."


Li Huanshou laughed. "Ha ha ha, you're right Brother Jian. Among the male disciples of the Cloud Sea Sect, only he looked 'soft'. All the disciples in the sect were holding swords, but take a look at him. Do you want to fan your opponent, Young Master Liu?"


Jian Yang also went black. He and Li Huanshou were indeed not polite cultivators from the start, they loved to make trouble and ridicule others like this. Of course, it is not a new habit.


Liu Wei Lin breathed slowly and then noticed these two young men. He said, "I love beauty and I don't think the sword looks beautiful. But ...."


Liu Wei Lin's tone of voice suddenly changed as he opened his fan and only once the shock-thump was instantly created and hit the trees behind him until two of the trees were cut off trunk section.


Li Huanshou and Jian Yang were stunned when they saw that two trees had fallen. They unconsciously opened their mouths so unreliable. The attack just now was not only powerful, but also filled with Swordsman Aura. It was obvious that Liu Wei Lin was not an ordinary disciple of the Cloud Sea Sect.


"Believe it or not, I'm much more capable of making that sword than you are." Liu Wei Lin waved his fan softly before closing it back and then storing it away.


He walked over and told Jian Yang and Li Huanshou to step aside. The two young men blinked as they were suddenly pushed slowly and made to stand to the side.


"Look carefully, you boys are still learning..." Liu Wei Lin looked at Jian Yang and Li Huanshou in turn, then said. "You forged swords using ordinary sword forging methods. You guys are supposed to be using the way of cultivators,"


!!


Jian Yang and Li Huanshou were startled when Liu Wei Lin suddenly threw Yinng xiong into the air and directly attacked him with a lesion of spiritual energy. They saw the sword floating in the air giving off sparks.


"W-what are you doing?!" Jian Yang had trouble swallowing his saliva. He looked at Liu Wei Lin and felt uneasy when he heard the sound of small explosions coming out from the blade of Ying xiong.


"He-hey..! You don't make it up. What did you do to brother Xiao's sword?!" Li Huanshou panicked. He saw how the sword blade hovering above him started to emit cracking sounds.


!!


"Young Master Liu..!" Jian Yang exclaimed. His eyes widened when he saw that the blade of Yinng xiong was again destroyed.


"Shut up and see how I work," Liu Wei Lin gathered his spiritual energy and shot back up.


Ying xiong let out more sparks and the sounds of the explosions grew. Jian Yang and Li Huanshou felt a thump on their hearts. Both of them were anxious about the actions taken by Liu Wei Lin.


"Young Master Liu, I hope you know what you're doing right now. If my brother Xiao's sword gets worse because of you, then you really won't survive." Jian Yang wiped the sweat on his cheek.


"If you two are really worried, then you better help me." Liu Wei Lin originally thought repairing Xiao Shuxiang's sword would only require a small amount of energy, but who would have thought that his power was drained so much.


"Deliver your spiritual energy towards that sword and let me overcome the rest" Liu Wei Lin said. He couldn't possibly say that he was overwhelmed at the moment. Jian Yang and Li Huanshou could have been mocking him again.


"Spiritual energy...?" Jian Yang though felt astonished, yet he immediately focused and began to surge his spiritual energy as requested by Liu Wei Lin.


Li Huanshou who was feeling tense also did it. He and Jian Yang seemed to have forgotten to give insinuation to Liu Wei Lin's figure.


Ying xiong who was floating in the air began to be enveloped by three types of spiritual energy with different colors. One was silvery-white which was the spiritual root of the wind belonging to Liu Wei Lin.


There was one that was red in color and it belonged to Jian Yang because the young man had a fire spiritual root. Then it was Li Huanshou who also had a fire spiritual root, but with a jade green color.


"What are we doing right?!" Jian Yang was hopefully anxious. He had never made a sword, let alone refined it.


!!!


Ying xiong let out an extremely deafening noise until Li Huanshou, Jian Yang and Liu Wei Lin felt pain in their eardrums.


"Don't pull your spiritual energy..!" Liu Wei Lin warned, "Focus it!"


Li Huanshou added spiritual energy, sweat pouring down his forehead and cheeks. His breathing slowly became more and more severe and even his vision began to blur somewhat.


"Sa-until how long are we gonna do this?" jian Yang's breathing began to disorient. He said, "It feels like my energy has been drained."


"Me too..." Li Huanshou gasped, he was almost at his limit.


Liu Wei Lin himself focused on reshaping the pieces from Yinng xiong. The voice that sounded even louder before the white smoke accompanied by a shock wind instantly gushed out and made Jian Yang and Li Huanshou pushed back.


!!


Jian Yang lost his balance and fell down. He felt a pain in his chest, but from that - his energy was completely gone. He's trying to catch his breath.


Li Huanshou was different again, he coughed while touching his chest. His strength had also reached the limit and was completely exhausted by now. But even so, he was still trying to see the thing that attacked him.


Liu Wei Lin himself seemed to be breathing out. Her chest is kempis. He still had not seen how the result of his attempt at repairing Yinng xiong was because the weapon was filled with thick white smoke.


"..............."


"..............."


"..............."


The feelings of the three young men were very unbecoming. They noticed a white puff of smoke that was thinning with their hearts pounding. Jian Yang could see that even Liu Wei Lin was nervous.


Jian Yang held his breath, "Wait. Don't say .... He's not sure what he's done?"


!!


Jian Yang flinched. It would be very urgent if it turned out that what they did actually failed and made Xiao Shuxiang's sword completely destroyed. It was inconceivable what his brother Xiao's expression would be.


"..............."


The white plume of smoke enveloping Xiao Shuxiang's weapon faded and now revealed a reddish-black long iron. Truly an iron, not a sword like the one before.


Liu Wei Lin slowly exhaled. He feels relieved. While Jian Yang and Li Huanshou looked surprised.


"Young Master Liu...?" Jian Yang did not expect what he saw. He looked at Liu Wei Lin with wide eyes.


Li Huanshou slowly stood up. He gulped and nervously asked Liu Wei Lin, "What are you doing? That .... It doesn't look like brother Xiao's sword, either,"


Liu Wei Lin turned his head for a moment and then said, "I've fixed it and this happened because of your help. But that sword must indeed be made by a Sword Forger. At least now .... The heirloom will be malleable, like never before."


Jian Yang gasped, "You were so haughty before. You said my way of forging swords was not right, but it had to do it the way of cultivators. But what am I seeing? You precisely made my brother Xiao's sword into that pointed-tipped long iron?!"


"That's how a cultivator does it," Liu Wei Lin defended himself. "If I was a cultivator with forging skills, then I would have formed that weapon into a sword. You think forging skills are easy to get, huh?"


"But you-"


"Revelation!!"


Jian Yang gasped at the cry from Li Huanshou. He had yet to react when Li Huanshou jumped at him.


Jian Yang and Li Huanshou were rolling on the ground. Luckily they dodged quickly until not exposed to the lesion of the pointed-tipped iron.


?!


Liu Wei Lin was naturally shocked. The iron that had previously floated quietly in the air suddenly shot out and attacked Jian Yang and Li Huanshou. He was shocked again because the iron shot back and now attacked him.


!!


"What's going on?! Why did it suddenly strike?!" Li Huanshou was obviously shocked. He had until unconsciously still hugged Jian Yang at this moment.


Liu Wei Lin jumped back. With a twisting motion his previously saved hand-fan fingers began to dart and attack the pointed-tipped iron.


The two clashing weapons produced loud sounds and sparks. Liu Wei Lin stomped his foot and then grabbed his fan. He also fought against the iron.


"There's something weird. Feels .... It seemed to have a mind of its own," Jian Yang slowly woke up. His opinion was taken by Li Huanshou.


"Have we done anything wrong?!" Jian Yang felt pale if what happened to the heirloom was due to his actions, the actions of Li Huanshou and Liu Wei Lin.


Actually it wasn't a mistake. Liu Wei Lin had already managed to repair Ying xiong. The heirloom that attacked as if to kill it was proof that Yinng xiong had returned.


Only, it would be bad if Liu Wei Lin were to be unconscious with the heirloom he was fighting right now. Because after all, Yinng xiong is a weapon that contains poison. If exposed to one scratch-only-then it will be very fatal.


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