My old enemy wants to spoil me [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 17

Shang Qing swears to the sky that he is really powerless.And even if he tried hard, with the strength of his current body, it was impossible to break the sword made by Master Chifeng into two pieces.

"You choose again." Master Chifeng's eyebrows twitched, but he was always confident in the quality of his stuff, insisting that it should have been just an accident.

After all, Shang Yuchen has an innate sword body. Even if he is damaged now, it is not as good as before, but it is normal to have a little accident...

... is it really normal?

Shang Qing didn't dare to pick again this time, and directly took a light sword next to him, but the accident happened faster this time, as soon as his finger touched the hilt, the light sword snapped into three pieces with two clicks.

"...Really, let's forget it." Shang Qing was so embarrassed that he was about to sweat.

Master Chifeng took a deep breath, he is a person with a temper, he said that he will not believe in evil today: "No, you continue, I still don't believe that I can't pick a sword for you!"

Shang Qing thought silently, the first iron usually does not have a good result, real person, please be more sober.

However, under the strong request of Master Chifeng, Shang Qing could only bite the bullet and go from left to right to get the light sword on that level.

"Thorn-"

"Crack-"

"Whoa-"

There were a total of seven swords, none of which was spared, and all of them were cracked inch by inch under Shang Qing's hands. By the time of the last sword, the blade had almost turned into powder-like fragments.

Master Chifeng felt that he was about to lose his breath. He had never seen such a weird thing in his refining life.He raised his hand to cover his chest, his eyes were dazed, and he doubted his own skills: "Today's class is here first... Let the old man take it easy, take it easy..."

The disciples who haven't got their own swords are a little regretful, but since Master Chifeng said that get out of class is over, they have no choice but to leave one after another.

Children are very curious, and they talked about what happened today on the way back.

Shang Qing felt a little guilty.

He looked at his hand, but he couldn't see anything unusual. Even an ordinary sword was too heavy for it now, so why did it inexplicably shatter seven light swords?

Yan Zhifan has always been lively, but at this time he doesn't know how to comfort Shang Qing.

After all, this thing is really strange.

Yan Qi touched Shang Qing's shoulder and said softly: "Go back first, don't think too much."

"Oh, good." Shang Qing put away his hands and nodded in a daze.

Back at Longyuan Peak, Yan Zhifan returned to his Golden Phoenix Garden, but Yan Qi kept sending Shang Qing back to the Green Bird Garden.

Standing at the door of the room, Yan Qi suddenly said to Shang Qing: "Can I see your right hand?"

"En." Shang Qing nodded and stretched out his right hand.

Yan Qi clasped Shang Qing's wrist with three fingers, his fingertips were a little cool, like the frost formed on the flowers and leaves in the morning.A soft and pure aura penetrated from the wrist, gradually drawing a vague outline.

"Your previous sword was very domineering." Yan Qi frowned slightly, and said, "You made a blood contract with it, so even if you don't use it now, it won't allow you to use other swords. Right?"

When Shang Qing heard the word "blood deed", he recalled that such a thing was indeed mentioned in the plot of the book.

It is said that after Shang Yuchen fell into evil ways, in order to improve his skills, he formed a blood contract with his own sword, so that in exchange for his own blood essence, he was able to erupt extremely terrifying power at critical moments.

Most of the swords that can form a blood contract are fierce swords.

Immortals disdain to use this method, on the contrary, it is popular among demons and heretics who like to risk their lives in exchange for higher power.

Shang Qing took a breath, looked at Yan Qi with his eyes, and grabbed his palm with his backhand.

He almost forgot that although Yan Qi is a distant relative of the Yan family, the Yan family is the family that forged the handed down sword after all, and their understanding of the sword must be more thorough than that of Chi Feng.

A sword that has been bound by a blood contract may not necessarily cause the situation that Shang Qing encountered today. It is entirely because the sword he used in the past was too domineering. will become what it is now.

"This matter cannot be spoken out, please." Shang Qing is very clear that he seems to be living in peace now, but it is Chong Huazong who finally decided to protect him, so he can be so safe.

If some things in the past were speculative and there was no actual evidence, then the blood contract is simply an ironclad fact.

Whether Chonghuazong is willing to shelter Shang Qing now is actually more like a slightly tilted balance, barely maintaining the willing side.

The matter of the blood contract may become a straw that turns the balance upside down.

Yan Qi didn't struggle, he let Shang Qing hold his hand, leaving whitish fingerprints because of too much force.

His eyes were deep, and his eyes seemed to be bottomless: "I will not tell anyone, but you must not use the blood contract again."

"Okay." Shang Qing's hanging heart suddenly fell.

Only then did he realize that there was cold sweat on his forehead.

Yan Qi took out a brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, gently wiped off Shang Qing's cold sweat, and then held the brocade handkerchief into his hands: "Don't worry, you can rest first. As for the matter of the blood contract, give me some time to think about it." solution."

Shang Qing raised his eyes to look at him, there was still a trace of panic in his eyes, like a frightened kitten that was pitiful.

Yan Qi's heart trembled, as if being gently scratched by a kitten's paw, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid."

Shang Qing looked at him, and the deep voice in his ears dispelled some of the panic, he lowered his eyebrows, and whispered obediently: "Thank you, Yan Qi."

……

After Yan Qi left, Shang Qing was inexplicably flustered about today's events, and didn't have the energy to do other things, so he fell asleep early.

However, he did not sleep well.

The dreamland was completely dark, the sound of dripping water in the ear made people feel uneasy, and the smell of blood seemed to spread in the wind, making Shang Qing just want to escape as soon as possible.

This must be a nightmare, Shang Qing thought.

Just as he was about to turn around and find his way to leave, he found a child in a cloak in front of him.

The child's stature only reached Shang Qing's chest, and his face was covered by a black cloak, leaving only a porcelain-white pointed chin, which somehow made people think that this child should look cute.

But what he did was not cute at all.

The child spoke fiercely, raised his hand and grabbed Shang Qing's neck, and said viciously:

"It's fine if you lose me, not only did you not come looking for me, but you actually want to have other swords outside! You scumbag with a small heart!"

Shang Qing suddenly woke up: "???"

The nightmare seemed suddenly less scary.

But Shang Qing felt very wronged, why did he somehow become a scumbag?