Chapter 475 The Sword Bone is Unbroken
Yun Rong retracted his fingers, gently pulled up Fang Geyu's clothes that had been stripped to his waist, and covered his shoulders.
She looked like she had a headache and pinched her eyebrows, and said: "Yun Rong is here?"
Fang Geyu stood up and tied his belt, his pretty head tilted slightly, and said: "This is bronze Men, is she out of her mind? She actually chased her all the way here."
As soon as she said this, she realized that the person who was being scolded was the same person.
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Looking at the cold corpses of the gods, the atmosphere in the tribe was inevitably a little heavy.
On the open-air stone table, Yun Rong got his wish and got a bowl of hot roasted venison from his ancestors.
Bailian watched her chopsticks fly with mixed emotions, the venison in the bowl quickly became empty, and he couldn't help but think of the time when he delivered the little deer to her in Kongcang Mountain.
In just a few days, the little deer became fat and strong due to her care. It turned out there was a reason.
He thought, if he had not gone to pick up Lu'er as scheduled that day, the consequences would have been unimaginable...
The humans who were bound by the golden ring chains were also released one after another. , It turned out that the attitude of the practitioners who surrounded Yingxiu towards him had also undergone subtle changes.
Their fiery and respectful gazes could not help but slowly converge in the direction of the child playing with the Snow Washing Sword.
Although they have not seen Yun Rong's power with their own eyes, those who can fight in the black tide of corpses for a whole night and escape safely have won the respect and admiration of all of them.
And such a powerful fourth sword actually called that little kid as his ancestor?
Ying Xiu was lowering his head and patting the dust and mud between his legs, as if he wanted to pat away the humiliation he had just suffered.
"When did Fourth Senior Sister come to Xianling City? Why didn't I receive any news?"
If Yun Rong had come a moment earlier, he wouldn't have to suffer that crime at all.
If he knew the news, he could ask to accompany him in action. How could he fail whether it was capturing Yugui Lang in the deserted house or the Devil Weeping Bead.
He has only been away from Baituo Mountain for hundreds of years, does he really think that he is not the young master of the Tianxi Sword Sect?
After finishing the last bite of roasted venison, Yun Rong placed his chopsticks flat behind the empty bowl and carefully wiped the meat juice on his lips with a soft handkerchief?
She looked sideways at Young Master Tianxi, who had a bloody face, waved her hands and said with a smile: "Young Master is serious. This time, Yun Rong and his party from Xianling City are just doing private matters. How dare you disturb Young Master?" ."
Ying Xiu frowned and asked: "What is the matter with the private affairs? Are you willing to go to such a dangerous situation alone?"
Yun Rong smiled and did not continue to answer his question. She lightly dusted her sleeves and looked at Bai Lian, with a distant look in her eyes. Interesting meaning: "I can meet you wherever I go, little... Si Chen."
Bailian said that she definitely wanted to call him the Little Corpse Demon just now.
Ying Xiu’s complexion became increasingly ugly.
Although his fourth senior sister is a ruthless character who is hard to get close to.
If she is lazy, let alone her own young master, even the master of Tianxi Sword will ignore her and never deal with it.
In the sect, other senior brothers and sisters are aware of her temperament and have long been used to it. The number of times Ying Xiu is ignored by her is not just once or twice. He should have been used to it for a long time, but the outsider who stole his Zhongyou treasure had just made a big splash here. Even the fourth senior sister who ignored him took the initiative to talk to an outsider with a smile.
Watching this, Ying Xiu felt quite unhappy.
Bailian glanced at the cinnabar sword mark on her earlobe, and said helplessly: "Now is not the time to fight."
"I know." Yun Rong pointed. Pointing to the thing that fell into the hands of Douding Suanmiao Washing the snow sword, he said: "Didn't my ancestor just take away my sword?"
The evil aura of the three thousand corpse ghosts that night not only failed to wash away her sharpness, but instead Her fighting spirit was tempered to the point where she could no longer contain herself.
If it weren't for his borrowed sword, Yun Rong probably wouldn't be able to chat and laugh here while eating barbecue.
Ying Xiu suppressed the feeling of displeasure in his heart. Although she called her an ancestor in a very inappropriate way, he knew that Yun Rong would not make such a joke. He asked curiously: "Ancestor? Fourth Senior Sister" Aren’t your parents from ordinary people?”
Dou Ding Suan Miao Zai flicked the sword, listening to the cold and cold sword sound with a look of enjoyment, his eyes seemed to be filled with emotion and relief.
Then he glanced at Yingxiu and said, "I am the first generation leader of Tianxi Sword Sect, and so is Zhenbao Zhenren. You just called her Fourth Senior Sister, but I can't sense half the weight of the sword in your body. existence, it is obvious that you are not one of the Thirteen Swords position, and based on your qualifications, I am afraid you are not even qualified to become an inner disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect."
Master Shenbao frowned angrily: "You are not strong enough. Poor, but not a good swordsman.”
When he heard the words "Shen Bao Zhenren", Ying Xiu was shocked. He looked at the cute little Yu Xue in disbelief, and his whole body was shattered.
"Shen...Master Bao? It's you...how is that possible?!"
Yun Rong: "Is it true? If it wasn't Master Bao, how could anyone else use Xinxue?" Sword?”
Win Xiu knelt on the ground with a plop, too excited to control himself: "Ying Xiu, the son of Bai Liyu, the eighth generation leader of the Tianxi Sword Sect, has seen the ancestor of Shenbao?!"
Who would have thought that Tian The first generation leader of the Xijian Sect is still alive!
Master Sanbo returned the sword after enjoying playing with it.
"Bai Liyu? I have seen this name on the sword soul stone. The sword stone predicts that the Thirteen Swords will rise and be glorious in his hands. He is a rare good sword embryo throughout the ages. Why? ..."
He did not He glanced at Ying Xiu harmlessly, but the suspicion in his tone still hurt him deeply: "Will I give birth to a son like you?"
Ying Xiu's face seemed to have been severely beaten. After a punch, his breathing became a little heavy, and he put his head He lowered his voice and said in a solemn voice: "My mother is the empress of the Zhongyou Dynasty, Ying Ji. I have ghost blood, so I have a long way to go with the sword, which disappoints my ancestor."
The little Patriarch raised his eyebrows together and spoke in a low voice. His anger suddenly became stern and threatening: "You bastard! If you lack qualifications, you can make up for it through hard work. In the ancient path, there is no shortage of encouraging people who are latecomers. Do you think I am because of your difficulty in sword body?" Disappointed?”
He waved his sleeves and said in disappointment: "It's really rotten wood that cannot be carved! Anyone who belongs to my Tianxi can be rotten, but his sword bones cannot be broken! Since you are the son of the majestic Tianxi Sword Sect, you should take the lead when facing powerful enemies. , do your part! Do you know what happened when you knelt down without asking for protection? "
Ying Xiu's face turned pale for an instant, and his shoulders trembled slightly, and then he realized that he had done something irreversible. thing.
Master Shenbao shook his head repeatedly and said: "Unable to recognize my own cowardice, I impose my disappointment on you on your mother's cause and effect. I think you will not be able to bear the sword in this life. I’m afraid it will be difficult for the art of seclusion to be refined in the future.”
(End of this chapter)