Seeing that it was about to land, the golden talisman soldier suddenly burned, and the iron sheets that fell to the ground suddenly solidified.

Wei Lan returned with calm palms, and the fragments of Xuankong's dagger actually connected to the air, forming a long sword with a golden luster on the outside.

Xia Ji slapped the Demon-Enforced Sword with his left hand, and the sword sheath rotated, blocking the attack. The Demon-Enforced Sword and the Shattered Dagger passively collided for the second time.

bite.

The Demon-Sword, which had been broken by one-third, was completely shattered this time.

Xia Ji's face turned cold, and Wei Lan just put away the dagger. She grabbed another golden talisman and ran to Xia Ji, raised her head slightly, "Give me the sword."

She looked very stubborn, "I prove it to you that I am a talisman master, not a vase!"

The two of them looked at each other quietly, but Wei Lan did not allow anything. Her left cheek was still bleeding, dyeing half of her face red. The knife was not shallow. Xia Ji let go and let her catch the hilt of the sword. Then he watched the nun take out a golden talisman from his hand and stick it to the hilt of the sword. The talisman burned, and the fragments transformed by the demon-stalking sword condensed one after another, and were bound together again by an invisible force, which was considered repaired.

Wei Lan handed the sword back to the boy, "Hey, okay."

Xia Ji took the sword, and he stroked his fingers on the sword. When he reached the tip of the sword, he bent his fingers and flicked the sword. The whole room was cold. It turned out that it was better than good.

Wei Lan asked softly: "So, Senior Brother Bai, is Wei Lan qualified to partner with you? If you feel that Wei Lan's appearance still embarrasses you, then Wei Lan can completely ruin this face!"

As she was talking, her expression was calm, her palms turned over, and the dagger cut off her right cheek again, as if this face was not hers.

Xia Ji grabbed her wrist.

Wei Lan smiled charmingly: "Senior Brother Bai agrees?"

Xia Ji nodded. He always felt that Wei Lan's temperament was very similar to Ningning, and even her body shape and face were carved from the same mold, but her facial features were different. Ningning was lazy at that time, but Wei Lan had a little more stubborn and heroic spirit.

Zuo Chaoci, who was present, then breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise the situation would have become completely rigid. He hurriedly said: "Wei Lan, go and heal the wound."

Wei Lan did not move at all and smiled and said, "Master, what will you do after healing? This face will be ruined."

"Go quickly."

"No."

Slap.

Xia Ji suddenly pointed the acupoint of the girl in front of him, and protected the wound on her left face with his left hand. Looking at Zuo Chaoci, the sect leader understood what he meant and hurriedly sent someone to get the healing plaster.

After a moment.

A black plaster like gel toothpaste applied to Wei Lan's left cheek wound.

Zuo Chaoci said: "Nephew Bai, I'm really sorry. Wei Lan has always been stubborn... But don't take it to heart, it's not your fault."

Xia Ji looked at this face and suddenly the scene of the summer of the 212th year of the Great Zhou calendar appeared in his mind.

That was the last time he saw Tushan Ningning.

It seems to be so stubborn.

She snarly shouted, "I don't allow you to come to the demon clan. If you come, I will no longer recognize you as my brother!"

The two people's faces overlap slightly, or their temperament resonated in memory at this moment.

Xia Ji was stunned...

Suddenly, he came to his senses and felt something abnormal. Is this the seed of the inner demon?

No, I have never really developed a demon in my heart. Even Zhu Rong had no feelings at all, but at this time he was... a thought?

Thoughts are not about being moved, not liked, nor love, but they are the key to breaking happiness and defense.

He took a deep breath, and he could not be distracted by these inexplicable things at this time.

As long as Miss Wei’s injury recovers, she will find a way to restore her scars with secret methods. Then the cause and effect will be gone, and the matter will be over. At that time, she will still act alone. I believe that Miss Wei will definitely retreat after seeing her indifference.

Just as I was thinking, a scream suddenly came from the side.

Xia Ji looked at it and saw that blood was still flowing from the plaster.

"How is it possible? Black jade paste can restore the wound to its original state...how is it useless? How is it possible?!"

Wei Lan was lit with acupoints and could not move while sitting quietly, but her eyes were full of stubbornness.

Zuo Chaoci untied her acupoint, "You..."

Wei Lan said lightly: "Teacher, I have learned the art of cursing weapons in talisman soldiers."

Zuo Chaoci:...

He hurriedly looked at the dagger that fell to the ground. There was indeed a hint of obscure white texture between the daggers.

"Wei Lan! Are you crazy? How could you cut yourself with a curse dagger! You are..."

The truth came out, and everyone suddenly fell silent.

The curse weapon is to collect a trace of yin evil energy into the talisman. The process is complicated and it is impossible to complete with just a little negligence.

But Wei Lan finished it, and she still used it on herself.

At this time, the black rose, who had been disfigured half of his face, quietly looked at the young sword emperor, "Senior Brother Bai, can you introduce your power? I need to know something about you before I can tailor the talisman soldiers you need."

Xia Ji looked at the cheek that seemed to never heal...

Wei Lan: "Or may Senior Brother Bai still think Wei Lan is not worthy of partnering with you?"

Xia Ji:...

Give a long breath and smile.
Chapter completed!