The cannon fodder changes his mind, but the protagonist wants to sell swords

Looking at the crystal clear Snow Ganoderma in Qin Nuo's hand, Zhao Zishan went crazy with jealousy!

That’s a rare snow lingzhi in a thousand years!

Why is Qinnuo so lucky?

"Hiss—" Zhao Zishan's heart surged with irritation, and the bandaging of her forearm made her feel pain.

"Fortunately, it didn't hurt the heart, but looking at the extent of the injury, I won't be able to return to the sect for half a month." Demon Lord Fan Chen was in a very happy mood.

No matter what, Zhao Zishan was able to stay with him for a short period of time in the end, and the injury was worth it.

"Demon Lord, the slave family would like to ask you to help with something -" Zhao Zishan remembered that the day before yesterday, her senior brother, who was close to her in the sect, found out that Hefeng Xianzun often came in and out of the sect master's dormitory.

"But it doesn't matter." Fan Chen was naturally happy and said in an ambiguous tone.

This ambiguity blends with the air along with his magnetic and hoarse voice. If you listen carefully, it has a different charm.

A simple sentence made Zhao Zishan blush and his heart beat.

I have to admit that although Fanchen is a big devil that everyone is afraid of, his ability in bed curtains is not inferior to that of any man.

After thousands of battles, Fan Chen has long since developed a strong figure. Even without the light shining on him, one can feel his perfect physique just by outlining it with his bright fingers.

If Hengze Xianzun is like the swan meat that can be seen but not smelled, Fanchen is the roast duck that is placed in his mouth.

As for Jiang Lin...don't mention it, it's quite boring for a toad.

Zhao Zishan made a comparison in his mind, but Fan Chen had no way of knowing.

Fan Chen saw that her face was stained with crimson, and his familiar big hand touched all the way from her chin to her heart...

Another spring night...

When the front dust mirror clearly showed that Master Mingxin had poisoned the former sect leader's decoction, the face of Hefeng Immortal Lord suddenly turned pale.

He suspected Brother Mingxin, but when the truth was revealed to him, he was still not mentally prepared.

"Rebellion——!" Elder Zhu Lie on the side blushed angrily.

"I have no spiritual power now. If it were in the past, I would still be able to avenge Master!" Hefeng Xianzun gritted his teeth, with a sense of sadness in his tone.

"We convened all the sects in the world, held a grand banquet, and displayed the Qianchen Mirror at the grand gathering. Master Mingxin was ruined!" Elder Zhu Lie said angrily.

"But the Broken Sword Sect's reputation over the past thousands of years is just that-" Hefeng Immortal Master frowned.

But other than this, there is no more perfect way.

The 240th birthday of Hefeng Immortal Lord is coming soon.

Two hundred and forty years old, for a monk in the late Jindan stage, he is only in the late middle age.

But without the spiritual bones of Hefeng Xianzun, this birthday will be different.

Maybe the last birthday.

Therefore, Hefeng Xianzun, who had disliked organizing grand events for most of his life, proposed to invite various sects to participate in the birthday feast, and Sect Master Mingxin immediately agreed.

Even Hengze Xianzun, who rarely showed his face, took the initiative to participate in this matter.

The disciples from top to bottom of the sect did not dare to neglect. They had to rearrange the Broken Sword Sect from beginning to end, and they would definitely make the birthday party a success.

Qinnuo touched the silver snake in the soft quilt with her fingers and murmured:

"If that's the case, then it's best to sleep as long as you can, sleep until the end of time, and sleep until you forget about me."

Saying goodbye to the little snake, Qin Nuo set off back to the Broken Sword Sect.

Along the way, everyone was talking, until the Broken Sword Sect held a grand banquet, and monks from all over the world wanted to take this opportunity to enter the gate of the largest sect in the world and see the world.

Qinnuo knew that her master's birthday was coming soon, but when she heard the news, she felt slightly uneasy. Master has never liked to be high-profile. Could it be that he was conveying a message to himself thousands of miles away?

It is a rare grand event for the Broken Sword Sect. The largest sect in the world has always been reluctant to be too extravagant and wasteful, but this time it was full of momentum.

Red and yellow lanterns were hung high all the way to celebrate the feast, and guests sat around to enjoy the famous flowers.

Cultivators consciously avoid eating and drinking, but everyone has come from the secular world, and few people can do it without coveting the fireworks of the world.

Hefeng Xianzun is good at wine, and the aroma of wine often floats at banquets, including the dew that Hefeng Xianzun has personally brewed and collected for many years. It can be said to be a heavenly fragrance.

The windows are wide open on all sides, and the golden light floats on the walls. If you add beautiful women with long sleeves to sing and dance, it will really be comparable to a palace banquet.

Qinnuo couldn't help but be surprised, and for a moment she was afraid to set foot in the sect.

It's like a local dog who has been away from home for too long. When he returns, he finds that his family has become a nouveau riche, and he doesn't dare to recognize him!

"Junior Sister Qinnuo." Jiang Lin in the distance has a handsome appearance and a tall figure. Today he is wearing a leather raccoon hat, which not only keeps him warm, but also adds a lot of politeness and heroism.

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Jiang Lin would wake up." Qinnuo responded absently.

It would be great if she could not wake up. She didn't like him anyway.

"Thank you for your concern, junior sister. I woke up and heard some things. I think it's hard for you to have Hefeng Xianzun remove his spirit bones because of me." Jiang Lin's eyes were sharp and he looked at her with a strange look.

The Qinnuo in front of him was still gray and disgraced, and his clothes were stained with blood.

But Jiang Lin always felt that something had changed about her, the aura around her...

It's definitely an illusion. Qinnuo is the most ugly girl in the sect, so how can she talk about temperament?

Jiang Lin's words touched Qinnuo's mind. She was too lazy to reply and sent herself back to Heyang Peak with a formation.

But the master is not here, he has already gone to the banquet.

Yes, today he is the focus of everyone. The little old man is usually smiling and carefree, but he must be prepared to adapt when the critical moment comes.

Qinnuo looked down at the blood stains all over her body, laughed dumbly, and went into the bedroom to wash it off carefully.

Today is Master’s birthday, so I won’t talk about those unpleasant things.

For one day, let each other be carefree and happy people!

More than an hour later, the main hall of the Broken Sword Sect was destroyed.

The woman wears a snow-white waist-wrapped robe, with two cute and cute fluffs on her shoulders and neck. Her long hair is pulled up and she has a jade hairpin on her head.

"That's...Qin Nuo?!"

Everywhere the woman went, she heard the exclamations of sect disciples.

No one expected that Qin Nuo, whom they had not seen for more than a year, would turn out to be a pretty girl!

Her skin was as good as snow, and the silver-threaded butterflies on Chen De's gold butterfly cloud satin skirt were lifelike, as if she was a butterfly fairy falling from the sky!

Yes, the Butterfly Fairy.

Hengze was shocked by the first reaction in his mind.

Then he immediately turned his head and stopped looking at Qin Nuo. He only had one butterfly fairy, and that was his disciple Zhao Zishan.

"Junior sister purple shirt is here too!"

Zhao Ziyi has a slender waist, a red satin wrap around her chest, and a red gauze on the outside. Her delicate skin can be seen through the translucent red gauze.

If Zhao Zishan is compared to a peony blooming in flames, Qin Nuo is more like a thick wrapped lotus, free of desire and contention.

Hengze Xianzun's eyes were dark and unclear, and his eyes moved between the two women. Why did Qin Nuo always give him a familiar feeling?

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