Legend of Swordsman

After sitting in the hall, following the words of Jian Wushuang, Wei Liujia quickly realized that he had taken care of himself. He should remove the wounds in the fairy body in the shortest possible time to avoid leaving cracks.

Instead, Zhao Ting looked quite uncomfortable and looked awkward.

Seeing her uncomfortableness, Jian Wushuang said quickly, "If you are not accustomed to staying here, you can leave at any time, I will not block it."

Zhao Ting heard the words and shook his head. "I don't mean that. I have nowhere to go now. If it wasn't you who helped me to save me, I'm afraid I'm already dead, just..."

"Are you worried that Xiaodijun will discover your identity?" Jian Wushuang asked.

She nodded. "A few years ago, as a heavenly official, I once went to heaven with the son to go to the feast and met with all the emperors. Now I want to think that it is very likely that the son will recognize me. ."

"It's a bit troublesome, I'm afraid you can only continue to transform and change your face."

She sighed, "It can only be like this."

Just as they were talking, three streamers crossed the clouds and rushed into the silent hall.

Leading a Yanxian, with a sturdy body, like a towering divine peak, with a tough face at the moment.

"Brother Sword, I didn't think you would come back so soon, it seems that you haven't even been there for ten years!"

Then there were two bodies, one was elegant, and the face was handsome and soft.

Although the other figure is quite handsome and elegant, the decayed posture is extremely mixed.

Three figures, three Yanxian.

They arched their hands at the same time, their eyes showing excitement, "Brother Sword, Brother Sword, Brother Sword."

Jian Wushuang also left the seat long ago and smiled, "I want to congratulate you too, and each has changed a lot."

The three of them looked at each other and then laughed.

Chen Qingmei flirted and said, "You don't know, Sword Brother, he two take Danwan as sugar jelly all day long, and it is a strange thing not to break through to Yanxian."

"Brother Chen, you're also embarrassed to say, who nearly choked over 60 bite pills at once?" Chunqiu quipped.

Cui Jing also received the voice at the right time, "If Brother Chun and I helped me, I'm afraid you will be successful?"

Chen Qing's face turned red, "Hugh wants to fart, I was just in a hurry to control the quality..."

The original quiet hall, with these three living treasures, was suddenly more lively.

After chatting with each other for a while, Chen Qing first noticed that in addition to the meaning of Qing, there were two figures sitting in the hall.

"These two are?" Chen Qing asked.

Jian Wushuang said, "They were brought back from Damitian and lived in this little lonely place for the time being."

After getting up from the Wu sit, Wei Liujia hurriedly arched his hands, "In the next is the Yisan Jiesan, the name is Wei Liujia."

Zhao Ting didn't speak, but just sat at the same place and nodded.

Chen Qing, Chunqiu and Cui Jing all smiled, and they naturally heard that Da Mi Tian was the son's site.

Later, when Chen Qing was preparing to pull Jian Wushuang to remind him, a Yan Xian came out of the air and entered the palace.

"Master Sword, Xiaodijun asked you and the other six subjects to go to the banquet today to catch the wind and dust for you. Please take a break and go to Dagutian."

After speaking, Na Yanxian retreated on his own.

Jian Wushuang's brows were slightly frowned. Obviously, after he entered the six-day realm, the little emperor already knew it, and he even knew how to bring a few people back.

"Be prepared. Let's go to the banquet together after a short break."

"Can I not go?" Zhao Ting asked.

"If you don't want to cause doubt, it's best to go with you."

...

Along with the rising of the fairy cloud, headed by Jian Wushuang, a total of seven figures came to the big lonely heaven, the little emperor's heavenly palace.

"Master Sword, Xiaodijun has been waiting for a long time." From the side of the hall, the thin purple robe Yanxian calmly said.

Jian Wushuang nodded and took the lead in entering the palace.

"Brother Jian, I haven't seen you for a long time," the little emperor dressed in extravagant clothing greeted him with a light smile, "please sit down at will."

The Tiangong Temple is very large, and every Yanxian present at the scene has his own thoughts.

Di Qing didn't have a cold for Xiaodijun, so he sat quietly beside Jian Wushuang and closed his eyes to refresh himself.

Although Chunqiu looked calm, the hatred deep in his eyes was strong.

Cui Jing converged with a mixed breath and looked nervous.

Wei Liujia was also quite nervous and turned his head sideways, intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhao Ting, who had turned into a face, seemed quite calm, and seemed to be a real guest.

Chen Qing is still carefree, "Little Emperor, we haven't seen it in some days, and we must not be drunk today."

The little emperor sitting on the head smiled, "Well, it happened that Brother Jian also returned from Damitian, and today we will not be drunk."

The atmosphere eased, and the plan began to stagger.

"By Brother Jian, did you find that thing when you returned from Dami Tian?"

Carrying a wine glass, Xiaodijun came to Jianwushuang and sat down to ask.

He shook his head, "I haven't found it, I'm afraid it will be hard to find it in the future."

"This kind of thing is in a hurry, maybe you will be able to come to you soon, maybe." Xiao Dijun said, drinking all the wine out of the glass, "Let's talk, how is Da Mitian's situation."

Jian Wushuang looked at him, and he was informed of everything that happened.

When he heard that Da Mitian was almost destroyed, almost all the forces of the son's correction were destroyed. There was a look of joy in the eyes of the little emperor, but it quickly passed away.

"This is indeed good news for me. Thank you Jianxiong for telling me." He smiled. "We drink together this glass of wine."

After drinking the glass of wine again, the little emperor got up, waved his palm, and a real sword fell into his hands.

"Brother Jian, your swordsmanship is about to be perfected. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is only one line away from the sword immortal. How about we talk about it today?"

He said, and then threw the real sword in his hand to Jian Wushuang.

"really?"

"Of course, but I have to ask Brother Jian to show mercy."

After a simple conversation, the sword held the true sword without two hands, and was opposed to the little emperor.

The atmosphere in the temple of the entire Tiangong is steep and self-condensed, full of cold swordsmanship.

"Brother Chen, you have followed the little emperor for the longest time. Guess who will win?" Cui Jing looked at Chen Qing beside him and whispered.

"It's needless to say? The sharp-eyed people saw that the sword brothers won," Chen Qing glanced at him. "You know, when we first met the sword brothers, when we discussed kendo, I only walked through the three swords in his hands. ."

"I'm going, Brother Sword is so powerful?!"

"Of course, you learn a little bit, maybe it's good for you."