Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
The stingy ancestors of the Qingshen
"OK, there's nothing special about today's meeting." Ancestor Qingshan sat on top and continued his majesty: "I just want to tell you that I must be supported by a high-ranking ancestor, and I have received a precious sword to increase my combat power. The battle with Xuanwu was no longer a problem."
With those words, there was the Qingshan Ancestor's spring breeze, and it was also sweeping away the Qingshanmen's decadence.
"God bless me Qingshanmen."
Crowd screaming.
"So you can calm down!" The voice echoing Old Ancestor Qingshan spread throughout the audience, "Is there anything else you want to discuss, just go!"
The next one, everyone, you look at me, I see it, and they all see the same desire from the other party's eyes.
Finally, the Great Elder walked out and said respectfully, "Our ancestor, can you show us this precious sword?"
Following his words, all eyes full of hope focused on them.
"All right!"
Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded, although he was reluctant, but so many people wanted to see him, it was not easy to resist.
"Then open your eyes and show me."
After those words fell, the field suddenly became silent.
One by one, they held their breaths and widened their eyes.
"Shh!"
A light is on.
In just a few moments, ancestor Qingshan took back his knife, with a satisfied smile on his face, and said casually: "How, did you see it?"
"The ancestor..."
The faces of everyone on the ground were suffocating.
With the speed of Old Ancestor Qingshan, they saw nothing but a beam of light.
“Okay, three elders, you two stay, and the others go!” Old Ancestor Qingshan said impatiently.
Everyone left reluctantly, leaving only three elders with Yu Wujie.
“I don't know what is important for ancestors to keep us both?” The third elder asked respectfully, hoping that the ancestor would compensate him for something.
"Destroy your palace and hurt your disciple, I'm sorry for the ancestor, and the sect has no compensation whatsoever, so I'll make an exception and let the two of you see this knife!" the word.
The third elder looked ugly.
But being able to see the precious sword once again ended up being compensated.
Old Ancestor Qingshan took out the blade again, but it lasted for a while, but at least the two of them were able to see the true appearance of the blade.
The two of them never imagined that what was considered a treasure by the Qingshan ancestor was actually a kitchen knife.
Yeah, kitchen knives.
However, the two of them also actually felt the power of this kitchen knife. The strong breath and the fully strong martial intent showed that this was a peerless divine blade!
Yu Wujie was careful, and recorded the image given by the blade with the jade slip.
After leaving the Qingshan Hall, Yu Wujie rushed towards the outer door, there were many people who were secretly pointing towards him along the way, but because of his identity, ordinary disciples did not dare to be too conspicuous.
But even so, it made his face quite grim.
"Sister Wujie, I heard you were hurt, how are you?"
Finally, a figure in a long dress walked towards Yu Wujie, and there were words of concern.
He was Peng Ying. Ever since she officially joined Qingshanmen, her clothes and temperament had increased qualitatively, and her appearance had become even more beautiful.
"My eyesight is very good. With this beauty, I was worried that I could enter the top ten of Qingshan Gate."
Yu Wujie's pale face exuded a pouting expression. If not for the good foundation of Peng Ying, as an older direct disciple, he would not have set his sights on a human who was not even a match for the Qingshan Sect.
After approaching Peng Ying, his facial expression disappeared, and he said gently, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
“Seeing your pale face, you said you're fine.” Peng Ying was worried and asked gently, “By the way, what is it? How could you be injured in this sect?”
Peng Ying's question seemed to evoke Yu Wujie's bad memories.
Shame and fear.
By the time the knife was cut, he really thought he was dead.
However, Yu Wujie quickly dispelled the fear on his face and said lightly: "The ancestor has a precious sword, that precious sword is too powerful, even he cannot fully control it, he has no real power, and he made a mistake, not just cut it. My master's sword. Xinggong, it just hit me ..."
Hearing this, Peng Ying's expression changed.
Yu Wujie glanced at him, sighed with emotion, and said, "By the way, taking this knife also takes away a lot of my work. I'm almost out of cards, but I'm still hurt."
Saying that, he looked at Peng Ying apologetically, "Ying'er, forgive me, there's no point blaming me, the injury worries you."
“How is it possible?” Peng Ying nervously held onto Yu Wujie's palm, and quickly comforted: “You can take the knife from the ancestor, this is a miracle, I'm afraid all the disciples can't do it!”
“What's the point, I'm still injured.” Yu Wujie shook his head sadly.
“You are really strong and great,” said Peng Ying hurriedly.
Yu Wujie turned to her and asked, "Really?"
“Really, you are the best in my heart,” Peng Ying said solemnly.
"Ying'er, you're so good." Yu Wujie said softly, with a slight movement of his palm, Peng Ying was embraced by him, feeling the softness of his arm, Yu Wujie's mouth raised involuntarily.
After some intimacy, Peng Ying asked curiously: "By the way, brother Wujie, what kind of blade is the ancestral blade, how can he not even control it."
Yu Wujie narrowed his eyes, but this time there was no movement on his face, and solemnly said: "This knife is indeed scary."
"Oh?"
Peng Ying raised an eyebrow.
"You can tell at a glance."
With a wave of Yu Wujie's palm, a piece of jade appeared in his hand, and just as the jade was emitting light, an image appeared in Peng Ying's eyes.