Chapter 44: How old is Baitian? Wu Yi was speeding along when he was suddenly pulled down by someone. I heard a scream of "Ah!" "My hand, my hand." As waves of severe pain came, I accidentally discovered that my elbow was pulled down. "Wuyi, Wuyi?" Seeing beads of sweat the size of beans on Wuyi's forehead, Wuhen was frightened and kept calling Wuyi anxiously. Wuyi endured the severe pain and said, "Idiot, my hand seems to be broken." "Your hand is broken?" Wuhen heard it and rushed towards the strange old man with the sword at his waist. Wuhen was the world's number one sword fanatic, and had served under the God of War for many years. At this time, when he was extremely angry, his sword skills were even more fierce, and his moves were unstoppable... Strangely enough, facing such a fierce sword technique, the weird old man seemed to be unfazed. He just dodged everywhere with a grin, pointing at his crown as he ran, saying, "Come on, come on, hit me here." Wuhen, this idiot, used his sword skills so well that no one could get close to him for a while. This strange old man seemed to be dodging randomly without any plan, but he was able to escape from danger every time and take advantage of the situation.
Even if he watched it unintentionally, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart. This weird old man must be an unusual person. Looking at his bizarre moves with ease, even if his hands were not broken and he combined with the Wuhen double swords, it would be difficult to catch him. Seeing Wuhen being teased repeatedly, Wuyi came up with an idea and said, "You weird old man, you are so unreasonable. I have no grudge against you, but you actually pulled me down and slandered me. How can such a thing be justified in the martial arts world?" Hearing the word "jianghu", the weird old man's playful smile calmed down a lot. "Well, this seems to be the case. It's unfair, not fair." Hearing Wuyi's words, the strange old man scratched his head and said thoughtfully. Wuhen also nodded breathlessly. "Strange old man, it's obviously your fault. You pulled me down so suddenly that my hand is broken. Now the pain is unbearable. It's a pity that I can't use my high martial arts skills." Wu Yi pretended to cry to test him. The strange old man's eyebrows and beard knitted together in worry: "What should I do? Can I return your hand?" I heard the weird old man say that, wondering if he was going to cut off his arm. Suddenly, I felt sorry for him and said, "Weird old man, you can't move. Cutting off your arm is not a joke. No one will care about you when you do that." The strange old man was even more curious when he heard this: "Why would I cut off my own arm if I return your hand to you?" Without waiting for Ruyi to reply, the strange old man instantly shuttled behind Wuyi like the wind. With a "click", Wuyi's drooping arm was suddenly connected back. Wu Wu screamed "Ah!" and quickly shook his hand. It was indeed intact. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel surprised and surprised. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "What kind of skill did this weird old man use to get behind me in an instant? Fortunately, he didn't have any bad intentions, otherwise my head would be gone now." "Haha, little girl. Well, you see, I have already returned your arm. You can't cheat anymore." The weird old man clapped his hands and shouted happily. Wuyi no longer wanted to play tricks on the weird old man. However, Wuhen was still there, yelling that he wanted to play with the weird old man. Wuyi shook his head when he heard it. These two crazy people got together. It was really a headache because it was hard to explain. The strange old man shook his dirty hair and came closer, looking at Wuyi flatteringly: "Ah, how strange, it turns out that you are not that little girl, where is the little girl..." The strange old man suddenly became possessed again, standing there blankly, muttering: "Who on earth is she, oh, who can tell me, what on earth is she?" It turned out that the old man was looking for someone, probably his relatives. Wuyi couldn't help but feel sympathy, so he said softly: "Strange old man, where are your family members?" "Family, family, I have no home. No, no, no, my mother said that the whole world is my home, yes, the whole world is my home." The strange old man looked into the distance stupidly, which made him feel more pitiful. "No, no, I want to send the girl home, girl, girl." The strange old man suddenly started rummaging on the ground like a madman. Wuyi sighed softly, thinking that his master was still waiting for him, whether alive or dead, and wanted to pull Wuhen away quickly. The idiot, who was in high spirits, was not willing to listen, and shouted that he wanted to compete with the weird old man again. "Come on, you've been played for a long time, and you're still shameless enough to compete with me." Wuyi complained, but he was in a hurry. "Fairy brother is still waiting for us to play, let's go quickly." Wuyi patiently coaxed and persuaded for a while, and took Wuhen away.
The strange old man looked around and found that the two had left. After complaining for a while, he followed them. ……………………“Master, this girl is just weak and unconscious due to excessive blood loss. I didn’t find any other discomfort.” The female medical officer had a serious face and knelt on the ground respectfully to report. "Girl?" Ming Yan raised his eyebrows slightly. The female medical officer knelt down quickly, not knowing what he meant. Ming Yan motioned for her to stand up: "How old do you think this girl is?" "Master, the girl should be over thirteen years old, and has reached the age of sixteen." The female medical officer stuttered nervously. Ming Yan was both angry and amused in his heart. This girl was only a few years old, but he didn't expect that the female medical officer could diagnose the girl's age. Did she think she was blind? "Where did she come from?" Ming Yan asked impatiently. The secret guard quickly replied: "She came here to apply for the job today. I think she is quite smart." "Keep an eye on her. She is not allowed to leave the Nine Gates without my permission." Ming Yan didn't want to waste any more words and walked out. The lights in the secret room of Jiumen were still flickering, reflecting a soft light that was very much like Mingyan's strange mood at the moment. He stood there quietly... The crystal coffin, which was formed naturally without being carved, was rare in the world. This was what he had prepared in advance for the girl in the coffin. Ming Yan has not recovered much from his injuries since the backlash from sucking the blood of the spirit pearl last time. He never expected that the immortal grass given to him by the God of War Xi Ye is so precious. However, he has to wait for several days to fully recover. It would be a good thing if he could get the immortal grass again, but the things of the ancient gods are not something you can get just by thinking about them. They are not as good as the treasure of the fairyland in front of him, "the blood of the spirit pearl". In the crystal coffin, Bai Tian's eyes and eyebrows were still asleep, but her petite face and delicate features could still be seen. Her long eyelashes were even a little curled. Her flawless white skin was slightly pale, and her thin lips were weak due to being unconscious. She seemed to have a strange attraction, and it seemed easy to fall in love with her at first sight... Ming Yan gently pushed open the coffin lid, and a strange fragrance came out. Ming Yan concentrated and took a breath of true energy and slowly bit Bai Tian's palm... As the true energy in his body circulated, Ming Yan wanted to circulate the spiritual power in his body in order to absorb the blood of the spirit pearl in the other party's body. Before he could start to move his tendons and meridians, Ming Yan felt the internal energy in his body suddenly reverse again, rushing out of his body like a broken dam. In the blink of an eye, it rushed through his limbs and bones like a fire dragon and went straight into Bai Tian's palm... Ming Yan was so horrified that he quickly pulled himself out, and soon, a trickle of blood flowed at the corner of Ming Yan's mouth. Ming Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This girl is indeed a spirit pearl. I really lost more than I gained. Fortunately, my spiritual power is still sufficient, otherwise I would have become this girl's spiritual power supply warehouse today." It is really true that not having spiritual power is better than having thousands of troops. Even I, the lord of another world, almost became her meal. Seeing the somewhat exhausted Sect Master coming out of the secret room, the secret guard was a little surprised. Why did he always look like this every time he saw the Sect Master coming out of the secret room? "Could it be our Sect Master? No, our Sect Master is not that kind of person. How could he lay his hands on a little girl? No, no." Seeing the secret guard frowning and talking to himself, Ming Yan was puzzled: "What are you talking about?" The secret guard suddenly woke up and ran over hurriedly: "Master, I noticed that every time you come out of the secret room, you are a little bit..." Ming Yan said unhappily, "Can you please talk like a man? You are so shy like a woman." The secret guard blushed as if he was stimulated, and then asked loudly: "Did the sect master bully the girl, so you came out so tired?" Ming Yan looked incredulous, and then kicked the secret guard with his foot: "Who do you think I am? Why would I bully a little girl? There are so many women who like me that they are almost all over the fairyland. Do I have to do that? My true energy is damaged." The secret guard laughed: "I said our master is not that kind of person." Ming Yan was so angry that he kicked him on the buttocks twice: "Are you bored and thinking about these things in your mind?" The secret guard scratched his head in boredom and said, "Master, your true energy has been damaged twice, and it will probably take a long time to recover. The immortal herb given by the God of War that day was so effective, I want to go and ask him for a reward." "No, this God of War Xiye is an ancient god and holds a very high position. It was not easy for him to reward me that day." Ming Yan frowned and thought. "I have my own way. There are more than just the legitimate way to obtain something." The secret guard seemed confident. Ming Yan couldn't help but laugh at his subordinates' ignorance: "Why, you all think the name of the God of War is just a title, and his things are something you can take whenever you want?" "I am just worried about the safety of the Sect Master. After all..." said the secret guard. "I know what you are thinking. Let's discuss this matter later." Ming Yan felt quite depressed. The blood of the spirit pearl was right in front of him, but he was repeatedly attacked back. Could it be that he had no destiny with the blood of the spirit pearl?
"Master, please let me go, even though I don't know where I did wrong." As soon as she saw Ming Yan returning to the hall, the female medical officer knelt on the ground. (End of this chapter)