Chapter 132 Each has a ghost

Who to kill? Mr. Yinfeng?" Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently, as if he had expected it.

"Hmm?" The red sword did not say anything, but just squinted slightly, and a ferocious murderous air flashed in the red pupil.

"You don't have to doubt whether it's leaking the wind. I'm just guessing." Wu Pengwei smiled, his fists clenched slightly, and the wind swirled above his head, faintly forming a small whirlpool.

The gas-shaped vortex is the first step to condense the beast of the soul of life. This is the first step alone. Countless scattered martial artists have spent the essence of a thousand years of longevity, and it has always been difficult to break through. The beast of the soul represents a kind of life power. Unlike the martial arts above the infinite secret code, it is a quintessential power. Hai, wait for something to do.

The power is strong, and the power of the mythical beast is enough to penetrate the stars.

Some masters of the sect who have cultivated to the peak of the divine emperor, and the beast of the soul can even smash the stars.

It's just that it is extremely difficult to cultivate the beast of the soul of life. It can be said to be the biggest level of the divine realm. There are a hundred scattered cultivations. Ninety-nine people will be sent to the condensation of this beast of the soul. There is also a possibility of luck. The talent is amazing and extremely lucky. It has passed the level of the beast of the soul of life, but the years of practicing martial arts is long, and the beast of the soul of life. It's just the first step at the beginning of everything, and it's still thousands of miles away.

The red sword witnessed the slight wind swirl like an air column, and his eyes tightened again.

"Very good. I didn't expect you to condense the whirlpool, and you took a step away from the realm of the soul." The murderous spirit in the eyes of the red sword dissipated, and the momentum was as arrogant as a sword.

"Yes, I really want you to kill Mr. Yinfeng for me. I hate this person, but it's not convenient to start. If you look at the whole red sky, there are no three people who dare to touch him, and you are the most suitable one." The red sword said coldly.

"Benefits, tell me what benefits I will get by killing him. I only care about this." Wu Pengwei turned around and looked at Mr. Red Sword, with a faint smile on his face. Compared with the sharp smile of the red sword like a sword, Wu Pengwei's smile looks indifferent as snow in the twilight.

Mr. Red Sword looked at the other side deeply and said, "If you kill him, you will get a palm-sized water-patterned silver, as well as a trade exemption from the red sky. That is to say, your "tough knife" chamber of commerce will not have to pay any profits to the city owner. This condition is rich enough."

Wu Pengwei smiled, "This is a registered disciple of Haoranzong's 'ancient book master'. Do you think this is a very easy thing?"

Mr. Red Sword said coldly, "Two pieces of water-patterned silver."

Wu Pengwei shook his head and said, " Mr. Yin Feng is not easy to deal with. I may not be his opponent."

Mr. Red Sword's eyes are more cold: "Two pieces of water-patterned silver, plus ten pieces of spirit steel."

Wu Pengwei smiled and said, "The registered disciple of the Eight Sects, this job is like dealing with death."

"Three pieces of water-patterned silver, plus 100 pieces of spirit steel, other conditions remain unchanged. This is my last bottom line. If I make concessions, it will not be worth it." The red sword sighed, but his tone became as cold as a sword.

Wu Pengwei suddenly turned around, looked at him quietly, and suddenly asked, "If I don't promise you, will you kill me?"

Red Sword nodded: "I may not kill you, but since I dare to come to you to talk about business, I naturally have the certainty that I can kill you. It can be me alone or several people, right?"

Wu Pengwei had a long smile.

"Haha, okay, I promise you."

"However, I'm not sure enough to kill Mr. Yinfeng." The laughter stopped abruptly, and Wu Pengwei looked at Mr. Red Sword indifferently, and his eyes were as quiet as water. "Think about it, Mr. Red Sword should have any secret recipe."

Mr. Red Sword's eyebrows suddenly raised.

"You are indeed a character. It's simple to talk to a smart person. Mr. Yin Feng is too familiar with me. I know in my heart the flaws between his moves. There is a volume of martial arts, which elaborates the power of the martial arts he learned. You think about it carefully. With your talent, two days later, you will definitely be able to duel. Take the lead in the middle."

Wu Pengwei took the electric light and a blue light. He held it in the palm of his hand and spread it out. It was a piece of jade, which was as smooth as water and there was no trace.

"If you go back and warm up with the power of qi and blood, you will naturally think about it. I'll say goodbye first. I wish you success in the duel in two days."

The red sword prince turned into a dark red sword light and rose to the sky, and instantly disappeared into the endless night.

Wu Pengwei held the jade slip and looked into the distance. He looked as deep as a pool, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In mid-air, Mr. Red Sword's body stayed between the infinite clouds. His eyes were pressed down and he looked down at Wu Pengwei, who was standing on the red sky wall, and a fierce murder flashed.

"What, do you want to kill him?"

An old voice came from the thick ink-like clouds, which was like a fire that was about to burn out, strangely as if silent.

"Yes, I want to kill him." The red sword answered coldly.

"That's because your sword heart hasn't been controlled yet." The infinite black clouds condensed, like a black fire burning brightly, the raging black fire entangled, and the constantly changing form. It was not until it finally approached the side of the red sword that he turned into an old man who attacked the black robe and added his body.

His face was blurred, but he didn't make a sound in every move. At the moment when his body condensed, the clouds within a thousand miles were darker.

The robe of the red sword also flew over at this time, making a fierce sound. A red sword pressure could not control and rose to the sky.

"You can't control the sword heart after all. The sword heart can't control it well. No matter how strong your strength is, it is false." The old man in black robe raised his sleeve and rolled it up, and the fierce sword spirit that soared to the sky was suddenly put into his sleeve and disappeared.

"Wow... it's still a little short of heat." The red sword exhaled, and his face turned into the initial coldness.

"Uncle Black Fire, what do you think of this person?" The red sword turned around and asked the old man in black.

"He is terrible, and I can't see through him. When I was hiding in the void just now, I could even feel that he seemed to be aware of my existence. He always glanced at my hiding place as if he was. He was a very urban little guy."

Chi Jian said, "It doesn't mean this, uncle. I mean, do you think he can kill Mr. Yinfeng?"

Black Fire smiled and said, "Jian'er, do you know why you can't cross your father's realm? In your opinion, he is just the body of the ancient fire giant, so that he can have ten times the strength of the same level of martial arts, even less than the intermediate soul general, but you should know that the body of the fire giant is not controlled by everyone. Your will is as firm as a rock, and it can't withstand the scorched flames all the time. Your father has the perseverance and heart that is far beyond ordinary people. If you don't understand this, no matter how strong the martial arts power is, he will only lose in power. After all, he will condense the beast that can't condense his soul, let alone extract the generation of Mr. Yinfeng to enter Haoran Sect.

The red sword took a deep breath and bowed: "Thank you for reminding me. The red sword understands."

The old man shook his hand, "Jian'er, your talent is excellent. You have reached the peak of the divine servant in less than a hundred years of practice. Compared with the talent of some reincarnated disciples, it is also different. However, the Yinfeng Gongzi is a complete kendo genius, which is most suitable for practicing the 'book sword' of Haoran Sect. Compared with him, You are a little worse, but although I can't see the depth of the guy you are looking for at the moment, with his conversation with you, I can also see that this son is extraordinary. He is bound to bring a lot of trouble to Mr. Yin Feng, and even kill him.

"Whether it's killing or serious injury, at that time, I will sweep the way forward for you with the remnants of my longevity. No matter who wins or loses with this boy, I will kill the winner, creating an illusion of serious injury. Then, I will also expose myself to die and eliminate the last trace for you. Take care of everything.

The old man's tone was lonely, and his voice disappeared from the clouds like a flying fireworks, leaving only the endless lonely voice, like the burning sound of fire that was about to burn out.

At this moment, Wu Pengwei stood on the wall and exhaled faintly.

"Do you kill people with a knife? It's interesting."