Refining divine pills, controlling divine beasts, and the useless lady is so cool

Sikong Yu's eyes suddenly fell on the Lingbo Sword in Mu Qingli's hand: "The chance to make amends is in your hands. Just hand over the sword in your hand to me, and I will let you go today."

I'll find a chance to cripple you again after some time.

After thinking it over in his mind, Sikong Yu waited for Mu Qingli to happily agree and give the sword to him obediently, but after waiting for a long time, Mu Qingli did not move.

Sikong Yu felt that Mu Qingli didn't hear what he just said clearly, so he raised his voice and repeated it again.

Mu Qingli raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised the Lingbo sword in front of him, wiped the blade, and found a very good angle, which once again caught Sikong Yu's eyes.

Sikong Yu felt a sting in his good eye and stretched out his only remaining hand to cover it slightly.

Mu Qingli stuck the Lingbo Sword into the ground. Without looking at Sikong Yu, he turned to Lan Yaoyu and said, "You want my sword?"

Lan Yaoyu looked a little embarrassed. She had only told Sikong Yu quietly from the beginning to the end, but she didn't expect Mu Qingli to see through it directly.

Since that was the case, she stopped pretending and finally lowered her high chin slightly: "Such a fine sword deserves a good master. I am more suitable for it than you."

Such disparagement not only did not make Mu Qingli angry, but instead made the corners of her lips curve up a little higher: "A good sword indeed deserves a good master, and being so cheap indeed suits you."

Lan Yaoyu didn't hear the hidden meaning in Mu Qingli's words, and even thought that Mu Qingli was praising her.

Xiao Lingyi and the others heard it, but they tried hard not to laugh.

"Since you know that the sword is suitable for me, why don't you give me the money quickly?"

Lan Yaoyu was about to reach out to Mu Qingli for it.

Mu Qingli took a step back: "Don't be impatient, my sword has a little temper. If you can take it away, then it will be yours."

Lan Yaoyu was no longer naive, and said with some caution: "Is there a trap?"

Mu Qingli had guessed that this would happen, and said to the people behind him, "Who among you is willing to go up and give it a try? The young lady is afraid that I will hurt her."

Luo Ning was the first to step forward: "I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Mu Qingli nodded and asked Luo Ning to go up and pull out the Lingbo Sword, and signaled with his eyes that she didn't need to pretend that she couldn't pull it out.

Luo Ning blinked, walked to the Lingbo Sword, and reached out to pull it out.

At first, it was just a test, without any force, and the Lingbo Sword did not move at all.

Luo Ning increased her strength, but still couldn't let the Lingbo Sword shake. Finally, she used all her strength, and the Lingbo Sword stood there like a mountain, not moving at all.

Lan Yaoyu felt that Luo Ning was pretending, and her tone was very unfriendly: "How could you not move at all? You definitely didn't use any strength! I didn't even feel the spiritual energy fluctuations coming from you."

Luo Ning ignored Lan Yaoyu and looked at Mu Qingli, asking him what to do next.

Mu Qingli just glanced at Lan Yaoyu with a smile, and said to Luo Ning: "Use your spiritual power, all your spiritual power."

After receiving Mu Qingli's signal, Luo Ning immediately gathered the returned spiritual power in his arms and drew it towards the Lingbo Sword.

The Lingbo Sword was just like before, without even a flicker.

Lan Yaoyu's expression finally turned serious, but a seed of doubt still lingered in her heart. She instructed a man on her side, "You, go and try pulling it out."

After saying this, Lan Yaoyu asked Mu Qingli again: "I'll let him try it, do you mind?"

Mu Qingli concealed the sarcasm in his eyes. He had already sent people away before thinking of asking for his opinion. He was really afraid that he would disagree.

However, Mu Qingli just wanted her to believe that someone without strength could not pull out the Lingbo Sword, so naturally he would not object.

"Of course I don't mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man on Lan Yaoyu's side took a step forward, squatted in a horse stance, and held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands. He used all his strength to pull it up, but sweat broke out on his forehead, but he always maintained the same posture, as if he had pressed the pause button.

Less than half a minute later, the man couldn't help but let go of the Lingbo Sword. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said to Lan Yaoyu, "Fairy Yaoyu, I really can't pull out this sword."

Lan Yaoyu frowned and said, "You haven't used your spiritual power yet."

Upon hearing this, the man squatted down again and mobilized all his spiritual power, but the result was still the same as before.

Lan Yaoyu finally let go of her little bit of guard, asked the man to step back, and came to the Lingbo Sword herself.

The closer she got to the Lingbo Sword, the more astonishment appeared on Lan Yaoyu's face, and the stronger her determination to obtain the sword became.

She looked at Mu Qingli, her tone questioning: "Since you said that only those without strength can lift this sword, how come you can lift it?"

This was almost like saying that Mu Qingli was weak. Although Tang Xiyang and the others were angry, they knew that they could not ruin Mu Qingli's plan, so they had to suppress their anger and planned to find an opportunity to retaliate.

Mu Qingli looked down at the Lingbo Sword, his expression unchanged: "This is our family's heirloom. Because of our family bloodline, I can pick it up, but I am limited to using it. I cannot let it recognize its master."

When Lan Yaoyu heard this, there was a glint of determination in her eyes, but also a little bit of worry.

She stared at the Lingbo Sword for a long time but didn't reach out.

Although she was very confident in her talent and strength, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous after the failure of Luo Ning and another person.

It would be fine if I picked up the sword myself, but it would be embarrassing if I didn't.

Seeing that she hadn't made any move, Mu Qingli said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter if you can't pick it up. After all, no one has ever been able to do it before."

It would have been fine if she hadn't said this, but after she said it, Lan Yaoyu's unwillingness to admit defeat rose again.

Sikong Yu glared at Mu Qingli and said, "Just because you can't lift it doesn't mean that Yaoyu can't. Open your eyes and see how Yaoyu lifts it."

I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, but I'm afraid of pig-like teammates. Sikong Yu's words put Lan Yaoyu on the stage, and she had to take it even if she didn't want to.

Mu Qingli seemed to agree with Sikong Yu's words and nodded repeatedly: "Of course I want to see such a historic scene. Not only do I want to see it, I also want to record it for my family!"

After Mu Qingli finished speaking, he took out the memory fruit and began to record in the direction of Lan Yaoyu.

Sikong Yu had already taken the elixir, and apart from losing an arm, he no longer felt any unusual sensations. Seeing Mu Qingli's actions, he even smiled: "You're sensible."

Mu Qingli said nothing, just looked at Lan Yaoyu quietly.

Sikong Yu turned to Lan Yaoyu and encouraged her: "Yaoyu, I believe you can do it!"

After hearing the encouraging words, Lan Yaoyu finally made up her mind to draw her sword.