The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 74

Chapter 76

Dead silence, the dead silence of the stagnant air.

The casting master, who was supposed to be magnificent and elegant, couldn't adapt to the reality, and he was stunned stupidly as if he was frozen.

Is it possible that the image that has been maintained diligently for hundreds of years will be destroyed like this?

No, this is absolutely not possible!

Obsession does not change.

As if no one was there, he took out a small comb and a delicate bronze mirror, and once again tidied up his messy shoulder-length hair.

She patted the skirt that seemed to be very valuable, and slowly adjusted her elegant sitting posture with very ladylike movements.

Followed by.

Throwing away the luxurious glazed jade cup that was riddled with holes, she felt a little disgusted but had no choice but to pick up the small porcelain cup from the inn and fling it away.

"Win the spring breeze, drink the autumn dew, the gods cast the peaks and mountains ingeniously. Forging the sky, winning the good fortune, the world is lost in one furnace."

"Shenzhu Peak's exclusive swordsmith, the host of Spring and Autumn, Yu Feijing has met two of them."

The moving voice with a touch of amorous feelings is like the demeanor of a master outside the world.

Yu Feijing, the owner of this Spring and Autumn Festival, is indeed a long-established master swordsmith, and her gestures and gestures really show a kind of peerless elegance that even the world is inferior to.

Putting aside the anger of being blocked for a long time, she maintained an elegant posture so self-evaluated.

however.

In the eyes of Nan Sixian, who had a pair of dead fish eyes and a smile, it was completely different.

After failing to pretend to beep, I still want to turn over and try again.

Typically overthinking!

No matter how much she puts on a superior posture at this moment, it won't work. Moreover, the last appearance of losing her composure and calling her old lady in a panic has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Really.

It's not like a beauty like Miss Ben, who is so naturally beautiful that she can't give up on herself, and who is so domineering. Even if Zhen Sihai pretends to be elegant, she can't hide the cruel reality that she is just a joke!

Of course, Nan Sixian, who covered her mouth proudly and laughed at others, never thought of what someone was thinking at this time.

Ok?

The sound of the sword is clear and auspicious, but it also reveals a faint publicity. At first, it sounds elegant and gorgeous, but after a careful aftertaste, you gradually feel yourself, arrogance, and narcissism.

This person's personality may be similar to Nan Sixian's.

Similarly, let me say that it is difficult to kill.

Flicking a few strands of hair with the fingertips, along the beautiful arc to the end.

Inadvertently, a handful of Qingxue was slowly filled, and half of the ink marks were silently soaked.

The curved thighs of the swordsman Ruxue stretched coquettishly to the inside, and a hidden sharpness flashed in the depths of his lowered purple eyes.

This is a very, very dangerous signal.

For most people, being targeted by this person is almost equivalent to a death sentence, without any chance of survival.

And Yu Feijing's cultivation level can be said to be not bad, but she is not an out-of-the-ordinary existence like Mingzhu Yichen or Zui Liuxia, who has the strength to save her life safely from her hands.

If you really do it, you will definitely die.

fortunately.

In order to enter the Shenzhu Peak, to obtain the Soul Iron, and to save Shang Qinghan.

——It is not yet possible to kill her.

With a low tut in disappointment, Ji Xue resentfully dispersed the ink marks that had spread to Yu Feijing's feet, and reached out to curl Nan Sixian's hair hanging down her waist.

Five fingers inserted, caressing slowly, teasing and hooking ambiguously...

Well, it's smooth and silky, and the hand feel is not bad.

Talk about consolation.

Aroused unreasonable killing thoughts without authorization, and then discarded them without authorization.

The wayward beauty yawned lazily, and never looked at Yu Feijing, who had no idea that she had walked around the gate of hell, and devoted herself to new fun.

It's just that her strange hobby is probably not very popular?

Just now, Nan Sixian, who was still smiling, had a distorted expression.

Suddenly, he cast a vicious glance at Ji Xue, and quietly moved his right hand behind her and twisted her wrist upside down.

Take action without mercy.

A group of scary red marks suddenly appeared on the white and flawless jade arm.

After all, one of them lay down and played with swords all day long, and the other had just passed through Lei Jie's body. In terms of physical strength, Nan Sixian was far superior. It's normal to have such a result.

However, this obviously cannot stop someone's interest.

Neither dodge nor use cultivation.

Ji Xue just endured Nan Sixian's twisting tricks, and continued to play with her hair on her own.

So, the girl who twisted her wrist failed to achieve her goal, and changed it to grabbing with a twitch of veins on her forehead, trying to catch the claw that was making trouble behind her.

However, it is a pity.

In terms of agility, a swordsman who has been dancing swords all year round is even better.

No matter how Nan Sixian twisted and grabbed her right hand, Ji Xue was able to keep from being stopped by her and play with her hair wantonly.

He couldn't help puffing up his cheeks in anger.

This time, Nan Sixian was really like a salted fish, knowing that it would be useless to stop him, so he simply gave up on the action.

He completely ignored Yu Feijing who was still waiting for the two of them to answer.

The girl who was determined to be angry slowly sat closer to Ji Xue's position, using her body as a cover, she stretched out her hand again and caressed the beauty's buttocks in a rogue manner.

Oh?

Eyelids raised dangerously, Ji Xue's gaze on Nan Sixian suddenly became as sharp as a sword.

Hum hum!

The face was full of fearless triumph, and the remaining hand was also clenched into a cute little fist, and he waved it vigorously in a symbolic demonstration.

This seemingly slapstick scene is actually a sweet scene.

Before the two of them played with fire to the next level, a certain guy whose hands were sore from holding a teacup couldn't take it anymore.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

He coughed three times heavily.

Yu Feijing tried to remind the two people who were having fun with a dark face not to leave her alone.

brush.

A chill silently crept into my heart.

The air in the room suddenly became very cold for some reason.

It feels like the world is about to freeze...

Immediately afterwards, the spring and autumn landlord Yu Meiren, whose body was shaking involuntarily, met the pair of purple eyes that revealed impatience every moment.

hum.

My heart skipped a beat.

Anyway, he can be regarded as a profound monk with extraordinary cultivation, even when he confronted that ghost emperor head-on (self-proclaimed), he was a generation of heavenly talents who would never give up and never give up.

But it's just a simple meeting of the four eyes.

At this moment, she was so frightened that she almost stopped breathing.

Only because she, as a swordsmith, can see it.

The faint cold light in the depths of Youyou's eyes is... the endless killing of one thought, and the sword of the purest heart and soul.

It was the first time since she was a teacher that she sighed from the bottom of her heart that she was so stunning!

Blood boiled.

It was not because of the trembling and fear of approaching death, but simply the instinctive roar of the swordsmith when he met a good swordsman.

Wanting to forge a sword for her, to forge a truly unparalleled divine weapon, such an irrepressible thought, even if the whole body has started to freeze, it cannot be shaken.

"Okay, Ji Xue, stop!"

No matter how you say it, it is impossible to watch Ji Xue casually kill people.

The heroine representing love and justice, the incomparably great Master Nan Sixian leaned forward and leaned in front of her, staring at those jewel-like purple eyes seriously, and said in a vicious tone.

The frost disappeared, and the condensed jade fingers fell obediently.

It's the gentle fragrance exhaled between the nostrils, which makes the extremely cold Jedi iceberg warm again.

Now that she has spoken, let's stop here, anyway, she just wanted to teach that ignorant monster a lesson.

"That...is called Senior Fish Essence, right?"

After confirming that Ji Xue would not do anything again, Nan Sixian turned her head with a smile, and was about to say something to Yu Feijing.

Unexpectedly, her proficient professional smile hadn't shown its true strength yet, and the other party took the first step to blow hair, which should be her skill!

"Who is so and so, who is the fish essence!!!!!! My name is Yu Feijing, Yu! Fei! Jing!"

"Look at the pink scales, look at this perfect human figure, which fish can transform to this point, tell me, which one can!"

With one hand, he lifted the obstructing hair to reveal the scale marks at the corners of the eyes, and with the other hand, he drew a perfect S-shaped curve along the uneven body.

Spit profusely.

Yu Feijing, who was stabbed so hard, couldn't even care about maintaining her elegant image, she was almost about to jump up and beat Nan Sixian.

Even though he is an ancient flood dragon, he is often mistaken for a fish monster because of his name and race. There are even some inferior fish monsters who come to marry him.

Therefore, Nan Sixian, whose name was just missing a word, was really a hornet's nest, and she was caught by the neurotic casting master and wanted to educate her.

However, the gesture, even if it is just a handshake, is unbelievably sacrilegious to someone.

Cold wind and snow.

A hand that was so white that it was somewhat sickly grasped Yu Feijing's paw tightly.

Shake it outwards vigorously.

Ji Xue's slightly squinted eyes became sharper, and her low-pitched voice became more piercingly cold: "Fish spirit, don't push yourself too hard."

Filling your head with anger is like pouring cold water on your head.

No matter how ignorant you are, the landlord of Chunqiu, who knows how to write dead characters, can only laugh awkwardly and dare not continue to pursue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Nan Sixian, who was lucky enough to escape, let out a sigh of relief, and hurriedly apologized for his words: "Sister Yu, it's my fault that I didn't remember your name, don't mind it!"

Glancing at Ji Xue's appearance, I felt a chill in my heart again, that is clearly the appearance of killing you if you dare to have an opinion!

Therefore, Yu Feijing didn't dare to be more rampant, and simply smiled with her usual elegant posture: "...It's okay, I overreacted. By the way, you are also here to participate in the Shenzhu Peak Sword Festival, right? I'm telling you about this trial..."

Trying to change the topic, and by the way, also intend to restore a little bit of image.

She began to put on the airs of the superior, and patiently told the two about the Sword Club, but what she didn't expect was——

The cold swordsman raised his hand to stop her long speech, and spit out two words coldly with no expression on his face.

"No."

How could it not be? ? ? ! ! ! !

The author has something to say: Is it still punctual?cannot!

Additional settings:

1. Yu Feijing, the owner of Spring and Autumn, is an ancient flood dragon. Although she prefers to forge swords, her strength is not bad. It is not a lie to claim that she fought against the ghost emperor before the seal, although she just touched it and ran away...

2. A certain person's idea is that her sword is the only one, and her person should be the only one. Anything similar to it will make her unhappy, such as the last divine beast wolf who died tragically because of red eyes.

3. In fact, Yu Feijing still fits the image of an elegant and extravagant expert in people's impressions. Please don't misunderstand her because of her mixed state with two strange flowers!

4. From the appearance poem to the pretense to the preaching to the final science popularization, I don’t know why, but I just feel like interrupting the author’s words~