Pei Ling forced herself to calm down. These two female ghosts wanted to watch the fun. Maybe after watching the fun, they wouldn't pay attention to herself.

Thinking like this, he immediately decided to admit defeat casually.

After all, no matter how good the Yansheng Sword is, it is not as important as his own life. Besides, Pei Hongnian has been at the fourth level of Qi training for a long time. He tried his best just now and couldn't move the Yansheng Sword at all. Obviously, the 20% of the power in the middle stage of foundation building is not enough for him.

Their current cultivation levels are also worlds apart.

He, who has just entered the fourth level of Qi training, why should he waste his efforts?

So Pei Ling stretched out his left hand, grabbed the handle of the Yansheng knife, and made a gesture of luck.

Seeing this, Zheng Jingshan immediately frowned. Although he used the Yansheng Knife as a bet, it was just to test Pei Ling's strength and not to reward him sincerely.

It was impossible to pull the Yansheng knife out from his fingers, let alone with one hand.

Or the injured left hand!

However, before his thoughts could stop, a force far beyond his expectation suddenly came from the handle of the knife. The blade of the Yansheng knife suddenly moved slightly toward Pei Ling, and was almost pulled away.

Zheng Jingshan was suddenly startled, and the way he looked at Pei Ling changed a bit. The power of one hand, or the injured hand, was far more powerful than Pei Hongnian, who was also practicing at the fourth level of Qi and had been practicing at the fourth level for a long time?!

No, it is impossible for a monk at the fourth level of normal Qi training to have such great strength!

So that’s the case, no wonder this guy is so valued by his senior sister!

He was confused, but without hesitation, he increased his strength and clamped the Yansheng knife again. It was not that Zheng Jingshan couldn't afford it and was worried that the fake would come true, so he gave away the Yansheng knife as a real reward, but Pei Ling only used an injured one now.

He pulls out the sword with his left hand and succeeds, so where does he put his dignity as the leader of the Chongming Sect?

Pei Ling didn't know what was going on. He glanced at his left sleeve calmly. Because the newly healed wound burst and soaked the sleeve with blood, it was shocking to look at it. However, Yansheng's knife only came out slightly.

After that, it was as motionless as a rock... That's almost the meaning of it.

Thinking of this, he ignored the pain and took a few big breaths to show that he was exhausted. Then he took two steps back and prostrated to the ground: "Master Zheng Xian's skills are so profound that none of my brothers can match them! This Yansheng knife is definitely not

Our brothers are worthy of being in charge, so I ask Master Zheng to take it back."

When Zheng Jingshan heard this, his expression softened slightly and he was about to speak. Unexpectedly, Jiao Ni, who had previously claimed that he was just watching the excitement, suddenly sighed and said: "There can only be one waste on the Yin Boat of Xuan Gu Mausoleum, and Pei Hongnian has already taken this place.

Well, this young man, what are you going to do?"

Pei Ling's heart sank when he heard this, and sure enough, the female ghost followed up and said, "How about you let me take off your skin carefully and replace the old lampshade in the master room with a new one, which can be regarded as repairing the old one."

Already?"

Damn it!

Does your master know that you are so vicious?!

Your master didn’t even touch me!

Pei Ling took a deep breath and squeezed the Yangyuan Pill in her hand. Feeling Jiao Ni's unabashed malice, she felt that all the hair on her body stood on end.

He has just entered the fourth level of Qi training, and in terms of strength, he feels that he is slightly inferior to Pei Hongnian. Just now, Pei Hongnian tried his best and failed to pull out the Yansheng knife. Even if he tried his best, how could he change the result?!

This female ghost simply wanted to kill him!

Pei Ling was extremely frightened, and immediately his heart trembled, his energy and blood circulated, preparing for a desperate fight.

The Wuliu girl suddenly said softly: "Sister, don't be like this. After all, Mr. Pei Ling has been in Luquan City before. In such a remote place, how can his vision and strength be compared with that of the disciples of the Holy Sect? Zheng Jingshan is in the middle stage of foundation building again.

, even if you only use two fingers and only use 20% of your strength, it will be too difficult for Mr. Pei Ling! In my opinion, why not let Zheng Jingshan restrain himself and use 15% of his cultivation to take the exam?"

Jiao Ni glanced at her and saw Wu Liu smiling sweetly at her. With a thought in her mind, she said, "That's right for you."

Hearing this, Pei Ling couldn't help but look at Wuliu gratefully: "Thank you, Miss Wuliu."

Although he was worried that Zheng Jingshan might not be able to pull it out even if he only used 10% and a half of his cultivation level, but somehow, losing half the power of success always gave him a little more hope of survival! Wuliu turned pale for a while.

His expression showed a bit of affability in his eyes.

"You're welcome." Wu Liu tilted her head slightly and smiled friendly at him, "Master Pei Ling, come on, otherwise, you will have to make lampshades for Sister Jiao Ni."

"Yes." Pei Ling secretly glanced at Jiao Ni, and saw that the female ghost was looking at him up and down with cold eyes, as if considering where to start skinning. His scalp was numb, and he quickly calmed down and quickly

Wondering what to do with Yang Yuan Dan?

Not to mention Wuliu, Jiaoni clearly harbors ill intentions towards him. If her master’s Yangyuan Pill is discovered again... the consequences are obvious!

At the critical moment, Pei Ling suddenly got wise and suddenly pulled open the skirt of his clothes, took off his outer shirt neatly, wrapped the Yangyuan Pill in his body, and threw it on the deck not far away.

After doing this, he endured the intense heartbeat and looked around with the corner of his eyes. When he saw that no one paid attention to the coat he threw on the deck, he breathed a sigh of relief. He then naturally moved his energy and blood, regardless of the left side.

The blood on his arm was still flowing, so he stepped forward and held the handle of the knife with both hands, holding his breath and concentrating.

Zheng Jingshan's eyes flickered. Of course, he couldn't really listen to what Wu Liu said. He only used 15% of his power. He even estimated that with the three power levels currently used, if Pei Ling spared no effort, could he keep the Yansheng knife?

It's all a problem.

He was thinking about what Jiao Ni and Wu Liu said, did the two ghost maids make their own decisions, or was it the senior sister's intention?

If it’s senior sister’s intention…

So will he quietly increase the difficulty next, or will he let Pei Ling pass?

When he was considering whether to adjust his cultivation to 40% to test the boy's limits, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Jiao Ni and Wu Liu, whose mouth corners were slightly curved and their dark eyes were looking straight at him.

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to do anything.

At this moment, Pei Ling's force penetrated his spine, his energy and blood were running at full speed, and he suddenly pulled back.

The Yansheng knife only froze for a moment before it was pulled out from Zheng Jingshan's fingers - Pei Ling stumbled back two steps before standing still, looking slightly startled.

So easy?

He couldn't react for a while. After all, Pei Hongnian had just spent all his efforts, but it was like a worm shaking a tree.

Even though Zheng Jingshan lowered the difficulty a bit after Wuliu's smoothing, he was still mentally prepared to try again and again to pull out the Yansheng Knife bit by bit.

It was successful all of a sudden?

Pei Ling held the knife in his hand and was confused for a moment before looking towards Zheng Jingshan.

But he saw Zheng Jingshan's complexion, looking at the Yansheng knife in his hand with a bit of reluctance. He noticed Pei Ling's gaze, but immediately restrained his expression and said softly: "This Yansheng knife is what I had when I was outside."

Now that the weapon is in your hands, I hope you will work hard and not disgrace its former reputation."

"Yes!" Pei Ling saluted quickly, "Thank you Immortal Master for the reward, I will definitely live up to Immortal Master's expectations!"

Zheng Jingshan's approval did not make him completely reassured. Pei Ling then turned to Jiauni and Wuliu, the two ghost maids, but saw Jiaoni smiling at him, covering his mouth and saying: "Okay, let's all go into the cabin and rest. I've settled you all,

We still have to serve the master!"

It seems that this level has been passed.

Pei Ling secretly wiped a cold sweat and watched Jiao Ni lead Zheng Jingshan and Pei Hongnian into the cabin first. He quickly ran over to pick up his outer shirt and secretly pinched it to confirm that the Yangyuan Pill was still inside. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said honestly

to keep up.

Stepping into the cabin, I first felt a chill all over my body.

Fortunately, although the coldness was similar to when the two ghost maids appeared, it was still within the tolerance range.

What you see is a dim corridor. It's pitch black at the end and you can't see anything. On the bulkheads on both sides, a faint blue light is lit every few steps. Instead of dispelling the discomfort caused by the darkness, it actually adds to the discomfort.

Weird atmosphere.

After walking a few feet inside, portals began to appear on both sides.

Those doors were all dark red after blood stains had solidified, and there were many talismans painted on them, as if they were sealed. There were several doors where you could hear footsteps from outside, and a dull "dong-dong" sound coming from inside, which was so powerful.

, may break out of the door at almost any time.

There were a few more doors, which were unremarkable when Zheng Jingshan and Pei Hongnian passed by them. However, when it was Pei Ling's turn, a pair of bloody eyes suddenly opened on the door and stared at him with evil intentions. What's more, like a picture of a beautiful bone Rakshasa,

Several bloody vines stretched out, trying to wrap around Pei Ling and drag him behind the door.

"Back off!" At the critical moment, Wuliu scolded him softly, and then the vines reluctantly waved a few times and retracted silently.

After a while, when Wu Liu opened a hatch for Pei Ling, revealing a spacious interior with simple furnishings, Pei Ling felt that the clothes on his back were soaked through.

He walked in, turned around, and thanked sincerely: "Thank you, Miss Wuliu."

"It doesn't matter." Wuliu's dark eyes looked straight at him, but she didn't mean to turn around and leave. Instead, she said softly, "Master Pei Ling, can I ask you a question?"

Pei Ling didn't know why, so he said cautiously: "Girl, please tell me, I will tell you everything I know."

Wuliu smiled and nodded, then suddenly moved in front of him, so close that she was almost touching the tip of his nose!

His dark eyes stared straight at Pei Ling, his extremely cold fingertips gently rubbed his neck, and he exhaled like frost: "Master Pei Ling, why do you smell like the master on your body?"
Chapter completed!