Chapter 23： The stingy old ancestor of Qingshan

"Okay, there's nothing special about today's meeting." Ancestor Qingshan sat on the top and resumed his majesty: "I just want to inform you that I have to be supported by a high-ranking ancestor, and I have received a treasured sword to increase my combat power. A battle with Xuanwu is no longer a problem."

In the words, there is the spring breeze of Qingshan ancestors, and it also swept away the decadence of Qingshanmen.

"God bless me Qingshanmen."

The crowd shouted.

"So you guys can rest easy!" Old Ancestor Qingshan's resounding voice spread throughout the audience, "Is there anything else you want to discuss, just leave!"

The next one, everyone, you look at me, I look at it, and they all see the same wish from the eyes of the other party.

Finally, the Great Elder walked out and said respectfully, "Ancestor, can you show us this treasured saber?"

Following his words, all hopeful eyes focused on them.

"alright!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded, although he was reluctant, but so many people wanted to see it, it was not easy to refuse.

"Then open your eyes and show me."

After the words fell, the field suddenly became quiet.

One by one, they held their breath and widened their eyes.

"Shh!"

A light lit up.

In just a moment, the ancestor of Qingshan took the knife back, with a complacent smile on his face, and said leisurely: "How is it, have you seen it?"

"Ancestor..."

The faces of everyone on the field were suffocated.

With the speed of Old Ancestor Qingshan, they didn't see anything but a beam of light.

"Okay, the three elders, the two of you stay, and the others leave!" Old Ancestor Qingshan said impatiently.

Everyone left unwillingly, leaving only the three elders with Yu Wujie.

"I don't know what is the important thing for the ancestor to keep the two of us?" The third elder asked respectfully, hoping that the ancestor would compensate him for something.

"Destroyed your palace and hurt your disciples, I am sorry for the ancestors, and the sect has nothing to compensate you, so I will make an exception and let the two of you take a look at this knife!" said.

The third elder looked ugly.

But being able to take a look at the treasured saber one more time is finally a compensation.

Old Ancestor Qingshan took out the knife again, but it lasted for a while, but at least the two of them were able to see the true appearance of the knife.

The two of them never imagined that what was regarded as a treasure by Qingshan ancestors was actually a kitchen knife.

Yes, kitchen knife.

However, the two of them also really felt the strength of this kitchen knife. The fierce breath and the strong martial intent fully represented that this was a peerless divine knife!

Yu Wujie was careful, and recorded the image given by the knife with the jade slip.

Old Ancestor Qingshan just glanced at him and said nothing.

After leaving the Qingshan Hall, Yu Wujie rushed towards the outer door. There were many people secretly pointing at him along the way, but due to his identity, ordinary disciples did not dare to be too blatant.

But even so, it made his face gloomy enough.

"Brother Wujie, I heard that you were injured, how are you?"

Finally, a figure in a long dress walked towards Yu Wujie, and there were words of concern.

She is Peng Ying. Since she officially joined Qingshanmen, her dress and temperament have improved qualitatively, and her appearance has become more beautiful.

"My eyesight is really good. With this beauty, I'm afraid I can enter the top ten of Qingshan Gate."

Yu Wujie's pale face flashed a sullen look. If it wasn't for Peng Ying's good foundation, as the elder's direct disciple, he wouldn't have set his sights on a mortal who didn't even fit into the Qingshan Sect.

After approaching Peng Ying, the expression on his face disappeared, and he said gently, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Looking at your pale face, you said you were all right." Peng Ying was worried and asked softly, "By the way, what's going on? How could you be injured in the sect?"

Peng Ying's question seemed to arouse Yu Wujie's bad memories.

Shame and fear.

At the moment when the knife was cut down, he really thought he was dead.

However, Yu Wujie quickly put away the fear on his face and said lightly: "The ancestor got a treasured sword, the treasured sword is too powerful, even he can't fully control it, and he made a mistake, not only cut off my master's sword. Xinggong, it just happened to hit me..."

Hearing this, Peng Ying's expression changed.

Yu Wujie glanced at her, sighed with emotion, and said, "Speaking of which, taking this knife also took away a lot of my work. I almost ran out of cards, but I was still injured."

Saying that, he looked at Peng Ying apologetically, "Ying'er, I'm sorry, it's all useless to blame me, the injury worries you."

"How could that be?" Peng Ying nervously held 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 use, I'm still injured." Yu Wujie shook his head sadly.

"You are really strong and great." Peng Ying said hurriedly.

Yu Wujie turned his gaze towards her and asked, "Really?"

"Really, you are the best in my heart." Peng Ying said solemnly.

"Ying'er, you are so kind." Yu Wujie said gently, with a slight movement of his palm, Peng Ying was hugged into his arms by him, feeling the softness of his arms, Yu Wujie's mouth raised unconsciously.

After some intimacy, Peng Ying asked curiously: "By the way, brother Wujie, what kind of knife is the knife of the ancestor, how can he not even control it."

Yu Wujie squinted his eyes, but this time there was no gesture on his face, and solemnly said: "This knife is indeed terrifying."

"Oh?"

Peng Ying raised an eyebrow.

"You can tell at a glance."

With a wave of Yu Wujie's palm, a piece of jade slip appeared in his hand, and as the jade slip radiated light, a picture appeared in Peng Ying's eyes.