If possible, Yuwen Feiyang really wanted to slap himself in the face. But unfortunately, that was just an unrealistic wish.
"Hurry up and detoxify me. I am Yuwen Feiyang, the young master of the Yuwen family." Yuwen Feiyang shouted with all his strength, and finally took the initiative to reveal his true identity.
He couldn't not say it. If he refused to speak again, he was afraid that he would die in pain and never have the chance to speak again.
"I haven't heard of the Yuwen family. Murong Yi, have you heard of it?" Gu Qingxi turned her head and asked Murong Yi.
"No." Murong Yi shook her head in cooperation.
You are still cultivators, but you haven't even heard of the Yuwen family, one of the four great demon cultivation families! Yuwen Feiyang was so angry that he wanted to hit the wall. Of course, this was also just a wish. Regardless
of whether they really hadn't heard of the Yuwen family, Yuwen Feiyang could be sure of one thing: the name of the Yuwen family had no deterrence at all to Gu Qingxi, and his identity as the young master was not taken seriously by others.
"Don't you just want that magic weapon? I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!" Yuwen Feiyang's last glimmer of hope was completely shattered. He couldn't hold on any longer and cried to Gu Qingxi in a crying voice.
Are you finally willing to bow your head? You are indeed a demon cultivator. You have persisted for so long. If it were a cultivator from the immortal sect, he would not be able to last even half the time after taking this kind of elixir.
Gu Qingxi was once again deeply impressed by the demon cultivator's strong will and perseverance, as well as his ability to resist torture.
With a flick of his finger, another elixir flew into Yuwen Feiyang's mouth.
The pain came quickly and went quickly. As soon as the elixir was dissolved, the pain that was like thousands of ants drilling into his heart, devouring his soul and crushing his bones immediately receded like a tide.
Yuwen Feiyang lay on the ground, gasping for breath, dripping with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the river.
Gu Qingxi did not urge him, but just looked at him quietly.
Although the pain in his body had disappeared, Yuwen Feiyang still felt like a thorn in his back when being stared at by Gu Qingxi. After regaining a little strength, he took out the scroll and threw it to Gu Qingxi.
"Wouldn't it be fine if you handed it in earlier? You have to drag it until now. Isn't this asking for trouble?" Gu Qingxi took the scroll and muttered.
How could I know that I would ask for trouble? If I hadn't experienced it myself, who would know that your poison pill was so terrible? Who would know what it meant to be worse than death, and what it meant to be unable to live or die? Yuwen Feiyang looked at Gu Qingxi and felt so wronged that he wanted to cry again.
Gu Qingxi opened the scroll and saw the Bagua pattern on the scroll.
This is... There was a look of doubt in her eyes.
From the perspective of a weapon refiner, this Bagua pattern is actually a bit ugly, and even the strokes of the hexagram are crooked and not aligned, but if you feel it carefully, you will find that this Bagua pattern itself is extremely exquisite.
It was probably some half-baked weapon refiner who got the weapon diagram by chance, but due to his limited strength, he refined a good weapon into this ugly shape.
What puzzled her was that the refining method of this weapon seemed familiar, giving her a strange sense of closeness.
Could it be the masterpiece of her apprentice Zhuo Moying? Gu Qingxi's heart moved, but she immediately denied this guess firmly.
Let's not talk about the problem of technique, just talking about taste, Zhuo Moying would never be able to refine such an ugly weapon.
"Hey, isn't this the Heavenly Demon Diagram?" Cai Cai's voice suddenly sounded in her mind.
"Cai Cai, do you recognize this weapon?" Gu Qingxi was a little surprised.
"This weapon is really ugly, and I don't know which half-baked weapon refiner refined it. When have you seen it, Cai Cai?" Wan Ling also asked curiously, and his view on this weapon was surprisingly consistent with his master.
"Master, have you forgotten? This is your own life weapon refined by you." Cai Cai looked at Wan Ling with an unusually strange look.
"What? You said this was refined by me, or is it my natal magic weapon? Impossible, absolutely impossible." Wan Ling was stunned for a moment, then immediately denied it.
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