"Master, this is the first time I've met this kid. I thought he was dead before, but now he's reappeared. To die for you is a blessing he's earned through several lifetimes of cultivation."
Lu Shengyang bent over and looked at Taoist Qingfeng with a pious face, but his flattering attitude ruined his rather handsome appearance.
Lu Shengyang naturally saw the undisguised contempt in Taoist Qingfeng's eyes. He remained calm and continued to speak humbly, "Taoist Qingfeng, now that we have chosen someone to sacrifice the sword, then that kid Lu Lianqi..."
"Hmph, you are not yet inhumane." Qingfeng snorted coldly. If Lu Shengyang had not said this, Qingfeng would have decided to kill him after obtaining the Flame-Eating Sword. After all, he would not dare to work under someone who didn't even care about the child he had raised for eight years.
"Go, release that child."
Qingfeng gave an order, and two of the black-robed men in the field disappeared, one of whom was at the foundation-building stage. The two turned around and entered a dark passage that was only wide enough for one person to pass through. Obviously, this was the passage they had mentioned before where they could see the Flame-Eating Sword.
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, thank you very much!" Lu Shengyang pulled Lian Ji and knelt before Taoist Priest Qingfeng. He turned around and glanced at Lu Wuxiu, saying, "Then, Taoist Priest, please deal with this child as you see fit."
The tone was as if Lu Wuxiu was a dead object without thoughts, at the disposal of him, the "producer".
Qingfeng nodded with satisfaction, then cast a look at the old man drinking.
The old man understood and attacked in the direction of Lu Wuxiu the next moment. Lu Wuxiu dodged it easily. The cave was too narrow for a fight. The fight between the two affected the stones on the cave wall, and the stones fell down and hit the ground or fell into the lava river.
Although the old man was much older than Lu Wuxiu, both of them were at the foundation-building stage, but Lu Wuxiu was a foundation-building cultivator who had gained strength through killing, and he was also a sword cultivator. After a hundred moves, the old man quickly showed signs of fatigue.
Finally, after Lu Wuxiu used a big move, the old man was kicked away from the lava river by Lu Wuxiu and was about to fall down.
"Watch this, you bastard!"
Qingfeng finally couldn't stand it anymore and flung his sleeves to join the fray. Two against one, with Qingfeng joining in, Lu Wuxiu was quickly forced to retreat, leaving many scars on his face and body.
Seeing this, Qingfeng withdrew his attack, clearly not wanting to seriously injure Lu Wuxiu. He hid his slightly trembling hands back into his wide robes. After the fight, he could sense Lu Wuxiu's natural talent for the sword. If he had seen him normally, he would have sighed and called him a genius, but now, he just felt sorry for him.
Now, Huanlu Wuxiu was forced to the bank of the lava river. Qingfeng stood opposite him, looking calm and composed. He said, "I think you know my purpose. You'd better cooperate obediently to avoid being tortured again."
Lu Wuxiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face still expressionless. His face was slightly red from the fight just now, and his hair became even more messy.
Suddenly, Lu Wuxiu stood up straight, a sneer on his face. Qingfeng saw this and felt a bad premonition. Before he could speculate, he saw Lu Wuxiu lightly lift his feet and take a step back.
"What are you doing!" Qingfeng made a gesture to stop him and took a small step forward anxiously. However, he met Lu Wuxiu's eyes and dared not move forward any further.
Behind Lu Wuxiu was a river of lava. With his current physical body, he would be reduced to ashes immediately if he fell into the river.
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