Bi Zihan Looking at that fleeting look, the Six-Winged Angel lines on his arms flickered, as if something was broken in his body, and the iron chain that locked Qiqing in his heart was broken in an instant.
The consciousness that had sunk into the sword intention also returned to the body, and the tyrannical sword intention emanating from the body disappeared at this moment.
In mid-air, the pale golden sharp blade also gradually dissipated with the sudden disappearance of the sword intention. The seventh word "kill" went straight towards Bi Zihan, shattering the mask on his face, grazing his cheek and flying past, cutting off a strand of hair.
The sudden change made everyone stunned. Bi Zihan had the absolute advantage just now, but how could the battle situation be reversed in just a blink of an eye.
"What is going on? How come this kid is so strong and weak at times, with such a big gap in strength?" Chen Xin looked at the situation in front of him, and was a little stunned. The strength of the golden blade just now was obviously stronger than his Seven Kill Grand Formula, but in just a blink of an eye, he inexplicably won.
In the hall, Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up instantly when he saw Bi Zihan's face exposed after his mask was shattered.
"Wow, this big brother... is so... so beautiful!" Ning Rongrong stared at Bi Zihan's face without blinking.
"Rongrong, you used the wrong adjective, and his identity is Tower Master of Misty Rain Tower, and his status is the same as mine. You have to call him Tower Master, got it?" Ning Fengzhi's brows jumped, and he directly corrected the error in Ning Rongrong's words.
"Well, I know, I know what to call him!" Ning Rongrong nodded his head, not paying much attention to what his father was saying.
"Rongrong, tell me, what should you do?" Ning Fengzhi nodded with satisfaction, picked up a teacup, and tasted it carefully.
"Well... call me husband!" Ning Rongrong blinked his big eyes, filled with little stars.
Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, listening to Ning Rongrong's words, their brows couldn't help but jump wildly.
"Cough... cough." Qian Renxue just picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Hearing Ning Rongrong's answer, he couldn't help but cough lightly.
"Qinghe, what's wrong with you?" Ning Fengzhi glanced at Qian Renxue and asked aloud.
"Teacher, I'm fine. I was a little anxious when I drank, and accidentally choked." Qian Renxue put down the tea cup in his hand and waved his hand gently to indicate that he was fine.
But he glanced at Ning Rongrong calmly, his eyes shining a little.
"Little girl, if you want to rob someone, you should wait ten years. No, you are waiting ten years, there is no possibility!" Qian Renxue just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, with a nonchalant look on his face.
"Rongrong, there is nothing wrong with a child's words, but you should also pay attention to your words and deeds!" Ning Fengzhi stretched out his hand and gently stroked Ning Rongrong's head. As for what she said, he didn't take it to heart at all. After all, he was a six-year-old child.
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that this idea can be tried. No matter how powerful Misty Rain Tower is, it can keep pace with Upper Three Sects. And both talent and strength are obvious to all.
As for the somewhat arrogant personality, that's just for people without strength. Having strength is called confidence. Moreover, the battle ended a bit inexplicably, and there might be some hidden secret in it.
Bi Zihan glanced around, blinked his eyes, and used Soul Power inside his body for a while, his face immediately became a little pale, pretending to be injured.
He took Martial Soul Sword of the Gods back into his body and bowed to Chen Xin, "Senior Chen Xin is indeed well-deserved. I lost this competition. I am feeling a little unwell, so I won't bother you further."
"It's a fluke. I was just lucky enough to win. It's really rare to be able to comprehend the level of sword intention at a young age. But if you concentrate on comprehending one kind of sword intention, maybe you can go further than me. It's a pity that you have comprehended two sword intentions." Chen Xin also took Martial Soul Seven Kill Sword back into his body, with a little regret in his words, but he felt a little weird about Bi Zihan's current appearance.
He was certain that he had not hurt Bi Zihan in the slightest, he had only cut off a strand of his hair. How could he be in this seriously injured state now?
"Farewell!" After Bi Zihan said this, he staggered towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's door.
Chen Xin walked back to the hall with some confusion and sat down next to Ning Fengzhi.
"Chen Xin, you hit a little hard. You used Seven Kill Grand Formula on a young man. Looking at him now, he is seriously injured." Gu Rong looked at Chen Xin and said with some ridicule.
"His strength alternates between strong and weak. When he is strong, his speed, strength, and attack power are all continuously improving in a straight line. When he is weak, he returns to normal in an instant, which is a bit unbelievable. If his strength just now did not suddenly weaken, then I will be defeated, not him." Chen Xin's voice was filled with a little confusion, how could a person's strength be strong and weak suddenly.
"Winning means winning, losing means losing. Children only see the process of things, and we adults only see the results. In the situation just now, it is obvious that he Jian Hen lost, so why should we care about the process of his defeat." Ning Fengzhi smiled, not caring at all how Jian Hen lost.
Qian Renxue listened to their words, stood up directly, and said to Ning Fengzhi, "Teacher, I suddenly remembered that there are still things that need to be sorted out in the palace, so I will leave first without disturbing you here."
"Qinghe, why don't you stay for a while? Why go back in such a hurry?" Ning Fengzhi listened to her words and asked to stay.
"No, we can't delay things in the palace, and we can't delay things that need to be sorted out. If I have time another day, I will definitely come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as a guest." Qian Renxue politely declined and walked out of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi stood up and wanted to send it away. After sending it out of the hall, he stopped walking.
After Bi Zihan walked out of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he made a wound on his arm with his nails. Light golden blood flowed out from the wound and dripped on the ground. After doing all this, Bi Zihan walked into a very hidden forest and sat down in front of an ancient tree. He put his hands behind his head and leaned against the ancient tree, waiting quietly.
When Qian Renxue walked out of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he glanced around and did not find Bi Zihan, but found the light golden blood on the ground.