He gathered his thoughts, and Wenxin inserted the Changhong Sword in his hand to the ground. He turned around and walked a few steps to pick up Wencai and trotted into the room.

Bei Ming was looking at Wen Xin's back and asked intentionally, but he still didn't say it. He turned to look at Wen Tian, ​​"When did Wen Xin learn such a powerful martial art?"

Seeing Bei Ming asking, Wen Tian shook his head and said with a weird look: "Please forgive me. Actually, I don't know when Wenxin learned it. I'm not to hide it from the owner. Since the big fight more than two months ago, I don't know what he has been doing during this period."

So...

Bei Ming couldn't help but caress his beard. Judging from his years of experience, Wen Xin showed his cultivation. The martial arts he practiced were not below the Tianwai Xiaoyao Chapter. Both brothers Wen Tian and Wen Xin seemed to be very human!

Bei Ming thought to himself that he treated Wen Tian differently not only because Wen Tian himself was very talented, but also because of the criticism from his friend Gui Guzi twenty years ago that he was destined to be evil, and he needed someone with the word "Tian" in his name to resolve it. When he was young, Bei Ming Zheng naturally did not believe in evil. However, after the disaster hit his brother, wife and daughter, he had to believe it, so he retreated to the north and established the Bei Ming family.

When I first saw Wentian, Bei Mingzheng felt that Wentian was the one who helped him break the life disaster.

"The evil King of Hell's behavior is completely provoking our Beiming family, let alone arresting Xue'er. Our Beiming family must be attacked to eliminate this evil harm for the martial arts world!"

Bei Ming shouted sternly, and after experiencing this attack, the people from other villas who respected him would hate the evil king of hell to the core and naturally would not object.

"Uncle, my Xicheng family is also willing to do his part to eliminate the evil King of Hell and save Miss Xue."

Xicheng Xiushu walked to Beiming and bowed and said.

"Okay, nephew, you should recuperate first. Let's go after I make arrangements."

Bei Mingzheng nodded and arranged Xicheng Xiushu, and signaled Wentian to follow him. Wentian glanced at the other side of the room. Thinking of Wenxin, although he was worried about Wencai's injuries, he was still following Bei Mingzheng. He knew that this was his opportunity. In fact, what Wenxin thought was not what he was looking forward to day and night. However, this world is very realistic. Without the strong strength, he can only bow his head and do nothing. Once he has fantasies, he will just give this chaotic world a few more lowly lives.

That night, my grandfather's words often sounded in Wentian's heart.

"Life well, don't want to take revenge, take good care of your younger brother and sister."

Wentian knew that my grandfather was doing their own good. How could the three unrecognized children be opponents of the aristocratic family? Once the news goes away, they will only face death!

Bei Minglei, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but clench his fists when he saw this. He knew that his father took Wentian away to him to take the family's Xiaoyao Sect to him. This made him angry. In his opinion, Wentian was nothing but a chef in his family. How could he learn his family's unique skills? However, even if he had quarreled with his father a few times, he could not change his father's idea.

On the other hand, after carrying Wencai back to the room, he looked at Uncle San's heart who was asking him to take his pulse with a nervous look. Seeing that Uncle San put down his hand and covered the quilt for Wencai, he hurriedly asked, "Uncle San, how is the matter with him?"

Uncle San felt very uncomfortable inside. After all, he grew up watching Wentian's three brothers and sisters. Now that Wencai is in trouble, how can he feel good inside?

"It's hard. Wen Cai is already weak and was injured again this time. At this moment, the lungs in her body have already become exhausted. If it weren't for the nourishment of true qi, the situation might have continued to worsen!"

"Uncle San, is there any other way?"

Seeing Uncle San looked like this, Wen Xin felt very painful, but she still asked with a glimmer of hope.

Uncle San shook his head and said, "This situation is no longer a medicine stone to treat. Unless you find the legendary god weapon - Shennong Ruler and ask the vegetables, you can be saved. However, Shennong Ruler has disappeared for a long time, and no one knows where this god weapon is now!"

Uncle San, who was full of sighs, did not notice it. He felt guilty that he did not choose another Yuhua sword, but a trace of light flashed in his eyes at this moment.

After learning from Uncle San and repeatedly confirming the origin of the Shennong ruler and various magical effects, he asked Uncle San a question.

"Uncle San, do you think Shennong ruler is a sword?"

this......

Uncle San was confused by the words of my heart. No one had ever thought about it like this. But if we say that the Shennong ruler is not a sword, there have always been people who regard it as a weapon.

Seeing the third uncle silent for a long time, Wen Xin had an answer in his heart. Looking at his sister lying on the bed, Wen Xin secretly swears in his heart: "Don't worry, brother will definitely cure you, and the fierce King of Hell, brother will definitely avenge you!"

Feeling the vibration of the Changhong Sword outside, Wenxin got up and gently tidied up the bedding covered by Wenqi, and then walked out of the house.

As soon as he went out, he saw Ximen Xiushu lying on the ground in a daze. He immediately sneered and stretched out his hand. The Changhong Sword buzzed and flew up from the ground and fell into Wenxin's hand.

Xicheng Xiushu's eyes lit up, and immediately turned over and exclaimed: "This sword is so spiritual, I'm afraid it's not under the divine weapon, but I've never heard of such a divine weapon!"

As he spoke, Xicheng Hideki looked at Wenxin's eyes and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, "I...I'm just...I'm a little curious..."

"I'm not coveting your sword, but I have never seen this except for my family's Taixu... I've surpassed it for a while..."

Seeing Xicheng Hideki like this, Wen Xin didn't care too much. After all, he was a person he knew since childhood. Although he often had conflicts with Wentian, he had no conflict with himself.

Immediately turned around and walked into the house, closing the door tightly.

Seeing this, Xicheng Xiushu had to smile embarrassedly and went to recuperate under the guidance of the servants of Beiming Villa.

Three days later, in the square of Beiming Villa, Beiming was standing on the platform and facing the crowd below to talk.

The leaders are Wentian, Xicheng Hideki and Beiming Lei.

Wentian was wearing military uniform and carrying the Bodhi Ring Knife obtained from Uncle San a few days ago. He looked like a young hero, and he looked exactly like Wentian, the chef of the Beiming family.

Wen Xin leaned on her side and did not join their oath-taking ceremony. He was wearing a white dress, an orange-red belt around his waist, and a long rainbow sword was carried behind him, which attracted people around him to look at him from time to time.

Bei Mingzheng never cared about these things. In his opinion, these are trivial matters.

"Everyone, it depends on you whether you can save the little girl this time. I'm waiting for you to come back!"

"We will definitely live up to the expectations of the owner!"

The crowd shouted, and Wentian was even more excited.

In the past few days, he had been taught the unique skills of Bei Ming and the Tianwai Xiaoyao. He was already talented and had already practiced him to a small success at this moment, and he was more confident in this action.
Chapter completed!