Painted Skin: Girl Monster Hunter

Tietou Zhao touched the scar on his face, and said, "What do you know, a stupefied young man! When our Qingyun sect patriarch Qingmang opened the sect, what he inherited was iron art and kung fu. If the patriarch Qingmang Without such profound sword-making skills, do you think that a piece of black iron alone can make a green sword!"

"However, the Qingyun Sect has developed for hundreds of years, and the disciples have become less and less concerned about iron art, and all pursue those useless exercises. As a result, the Qingmen Sect has become increasingly lonely. The two lines complement each other. In terms of martial arts, the Qingyun sect's kung fu is indeed inferior to the other great sects." Iron Head Zhao said regretfully.

Ruyi exclaimed: "You...you are from the Qingyun sect?"

Bai Qinghan snorted: "We should have thought about it a long time ago! You said so many good things, is it just to lure us to the mountain!"

Tietou Zhao didn't panic at all, he bent his legs and jumped onto the table where Xuantie was placed, leaving a few big footprints on the white tablecloth.He picked up the black iron sacrificed on the case, played with it, and put it back: "I replaced the black iron decades ago before I went down the mountain. The piece on the case is not real at all. The one on the beam I put a clue in that small box and told them that I changed it, and I waited and waited, just waiting for some disciples of the Qingyun Sect to find out, but He Nai has waited for so many years, but no one has an epiphany The line of iron art has come to me, and it is already lingering, let alone those young people who are so ambitious. When I was young, I wanted to pass on my skills to my two apprentices, but they did not live up to it. They were only obsessed with martial arts , I didn’t bother to learn iron art at all. I left the Qingyun School in a fit of anger and lived in seclusion by the Xuanshui Lake.”

"The two people who grew up together gradually began to fight each other. The soul of the Qingyun faction is long gone. Even if this piece of black iron is placed here, it will be dust. It is better to use it in a useful place. If I use black iron to put After you forge this sword, I am afraid that the patriarch will also feel very comforted." Tietou Zhao said, there was a sense of loneliness in his words.

"We're not here to hear about your vernacular sect!" Bai Qinghan said angrily.

Ruyi also said: "Tietou Zhao, I respect you as an elder, but you can't take other people's things away without saying a word! Anyway, Xuantie belongs to Qingyun School, even if you were once Qingyun School I don’t have the right to use it. My sword is my own decision. If it needs to be forged with something stolen, I would rather it be broken forever! Return the sword to me quickly!”

Tietou Zhao smiled, nodded and said: "Good girl, you can walk and sit upright! But it's a bit pedantic. This black iron, speaking of it, I'm really qualified to use it."

"Boom!" The door of Xiantie Pavilion was kicked open, and countless disciples poured in, surrounding several people.

When Ruyi raised her eyes, there were people surrounded by people from the inner three floors and the outer three floors. Those disciples all faced each other more nervously holding their swords, and outside they even set up a sword array to deal with the enemy.

She sighed softly, the chaos is really adding to the chaos, and the hatred is adding to the hatred. This matter seems to be really difficult to solve.

Maybe they will fight again.

The new leader of Qingyun Sect is called Song Zhuoqun. He is younger than the former leader Hou Kun who died in Kunlun.

He frowned when he saw Ruyi, then turned his head and saw Tietou Zhao squatting on the desk.

Next, he made a move that surprised the two Ruyis. He knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to Tietou Zhao, and then got up and asked, "Master, did this witch make things difficult for you?"

Tietou Zhao touched the scar on his face, and said, "What do you know, a stupefied young man! When our Qingyun sect patriarch Qingmang opened the sect, what he inherited was iron art and kung fu. If the patriarch Qingmang Without such profound sword-making skills, do you think that a piece of black iron alone can make a green sword!"

"However, the Qingyun Sect has developed for hundreds of years, and the disciples have become less and less concerned about iron art, and all pursue those useless exercises. As a result, the Qingmen Sect has become increasingly lonely. The two lines complement each other. In terms of martial arts, the Qingyun sect's kung fu is indeed inferior to the other great sects." Iron Head Zhao said regretfully.

Ruyi exclaimed: "You...you are from the Qingyun sect?"

Bai Qinghan snorted: "We should have thought about it a long time ago! You said so many good things, is it just to lure us to the mountain!"

Tietou Zhao didn't panic at all, he bent his legs and jumped onto the table where Xuantie was placed, leaving a few big footprints on the white tablecloth.He picked up the black iron sacrificed on the case, played with it, and put it back: "I replaced the black iron decades ago before I went down the mountain. The piece on the case is not real at all. The one on the beam I put a clue in that small box and told them that I changed it, and I waited and waited, just waiting for some disciples of the Qingyun Sect to find out, but He Nai has waited for so many years, but no one has an epiphany The line of iron art has come to me, and it is already lingering, let alone those young people who are so ambitious. When I was young, I wanted to pass on my skills to my two apprentices, but they did not live up to it. They were only obsessed with martial arts , I didn’t bother to learn iron art at all. I left the Qingyun School in a fit of anger and lived in seclusion by the Xuanshui Lake.”

"The two people who grew up together gradually began to fight each other. The soul of the Qingyun faction is long gone. Even if this piece of black iron is placed here, it will be dust. It is better to use it in a useful place. If I use black iron to put After you forge this sword, I am afraid that the patriarch will also feel very comforted." Tietou Zhao said, there was a sense of loneliness in his words.

"We're not here to hear about your vernacular sect!" Bai Qinghan said angrily.

Ruyi also said: "Tietou Zhao, I respect you as an elder, but you can't take other people's things away without saying a word! Anyway, Xuantie belongs to Qingyun School, even if you were once Qingyun School I don’t have the right to use it. My sword is my own decision. If it needs to be forged with something stolen, I would rather it be broken forever! Return the sword to me quickly!”

Tietou Zhao smiled, nodded and said: "Good girl, you can walk and sit upright! But it's a bit pedantic. This black iron, speaking of it, I'm really qualified to use it."

"Boom!" The door of Xiantie Pavilion was kicked open, and countless disciples poured in, surrounding several people.

When Ruyi raised her eyes, there were people surrounded by people from the inner three floors and the outer three floors. Those disciples all faced each other more nervously holding their swords, and outside they even set up a sword array to deal with the enemy.

She sighed softly, the chaos is really adding to the chaos, and the hatred is adding to the hatred. This matter seems to be really difficult to solve.

Maybe they will fight again.

The new leader of Qingyun Sect is called Song Zhuoqun. He is younger than the former leader Hou Kun who died in Kunlun.

He frowned when he saw Ruyi, then turned his head and saw Tietou Zhao squatting on the desk.

Next, he made a move that surprised the two Ruyis. He knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to Tietou Zhao, and then got up and asked, "Master, did this witch make things difficult for you?"