Douluo's ancestor roams

Chapter 92
In the depths of the forest, the sound of the zither is melodious, tactful and changeable. The originally harmonious style of the zither music has changed, and it has entered a chilling battlefield, where people are immersed in it, fighting alone, surrounded by countless people ambushed, and they still stand proudly.

The lonely curtain ended, and the sound of the piano stopped. In front of a lot of fresh and beautiful men with long hair, the old and the young seemed to be still addicted to it, unable to extricate themselves for a long time, drawn by the sound just now. face to ambush", and added his own piano skills.

a long time!

"Okay!" The green-robed old man shouted boldly. He never thought that at his age, he could still experience an exciting fight. How could it not be exciting.

"Old monster, are you trying to scare me to death!" The handsome boy looked frightened, but was suddenly yelled at by this old guy!
The green-robed old man replied domineeringly: "I can just yell if I want to, can you control me!" Now he is not threatened by this long-haired bad guy.

"Is he that strong!" Tang San was already staring blankly at the handsome man with long hair. It seemed that no one could reach this state of perfection, as if he had been playing for a thousand years.

"Okay, I hope you like it, old monster, and also, little three!" Flicking his long hair, the handsome man smiled, and the chilling scene just now was taken away by him, his smile was like a breeze, and he was as strange as a fairy.

"Well, after listening to your performances, those performances in the palace are rubbish. It's really memorable!" The green-robed old man said without embellishment. It was the first time he heard the immersive piano music.

"Xiao Ao, why haven't I seen you practiced the piano before!" Tang San said curiously, he already firmly believed that Oscar was the same person as himself.

"Little San, everyone needs to practice, so there's no time to play the piano, right!" Oscar replied with a smile.

One month, Tang San had a lot of materials prepared by Dugu Bo, and began to forge hidden weapons with the Fire Eye of Binghuo Liangyiyan. His body tempering process was already very slow, and it was not easy to enter the next stage.

On this day, I was still practicing normally, tempering this tough body, and my face was much satisfied. Now that my Xiaocheng Xuanming body is confident, it is difficult to hurt myself even under the confidence of the Soul King.

"Ok?"

Oscar, who was practicing, suddenly felt a change in his left hand. What else could he have in his left hand, only his special "martial spirit", the Xuanming Sword.

"Chirp!"

A black light flashed out spontaneously, and the long-haired handsome man scolded: "You, you are not Luo Sanpao, what kind of independent consciousness do you have, if I can't train you, I will scrap you and me, wait for me!"

Near the Eye of Binghuo Liangyi, a beautiful figure chased a sword. After chasing for a while, the simple and majestic fairy sword stopped and began to hover over a black pothole, looking very anxious.

"Buzz!"

Oscar flicked it vigorously, this fairy weapon that didn't listen to commands, gloated and said with a gleeful smile: "I'm so anxious to death, hahaha!"

"Ugh! Don't!"

Seeing the fairy sword suddenly facing him, Oscar gave in. He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse, this pitiful fairy weapon.

Oscar was also curious. He squatted down and took a look. What was this black lump?

"what is this?"

Oscar was puzzled, feeling that he was really useless, all the exercises he had practiced were incomplete, only Xuan Ming Jue was the most complete book, and being an ancestor of one party also had the lowest experience.

"Little San, are you free!" Oscar shouted, this martial idiot should know that he has messed up so many fairy grasses in the garden, and he seems to know them all. He is a "god of learning" like a real one, and even Tang Nu Buddha Lotus has been fucked by him Out.

"What's the matter, I'm refining a hidden weapon!" A voice came from not far away, and it was clear that he had no time to come.

"You want this thing?" Oscar asked, the things that this sword is looking at are not ordinary, this black iron grass should also be regarded as a fairy grass.

"Buzz!"

Xuanmingjian can't speak or nod, it can only make a buzzing sound to express its urgent need, as if it doesn't want to be in a hurry with you.

"Okay, come here!"

Oscar said, stretched out his right hand, if he didn't get it out, blood would definitely be splashed on the spot, how to put it, he is still its cheap master now, and he still has to be responsible for it.

Xuan Mingjian was obedient this time, returned to his hand, held the "Martial Soul" that made him laugh and cry, started to work, made a gesture, he couldn't cut it off, just dig it!
Hey, he used a good sword to dig mud, that's what Patriarch Xuanming is like, if other people find out that the sable hair is so cute, he will definitely beat him to death, Sword Douluo will not let him go if he knows that's it.

After digging for a while, the handsome man's sleeves were covered with black soil, and the lump had been dug up by the roots.

"Phew! It's really hard to dig, if you don't obey, I won't work for you in the future!"

Oscar said, he didn't expect this celestial grass to be so difficult to dig. He wanted to cut it off, but he couldn't stop cutting it. He had to use the most stupid method.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

Immortal Sword was jumping excitedly, seeming to be staring at the big black lump of drooling in Oscar's hand, that's not papa, don't get it wrong!

"Okay, here it is!"

Seeing the Xuanming Sword impatiently, holding it might be life-threatening, Oscar threw it away casually, and wanted to bite it to try, for the sake of his own teeth, don’t feel sick to himself, let them eat the black. !
Around the excited Xuanmingjian, a terrifying black hole appeared, which directly sucked this lump in, and when it was over, Xuanmingjian returned to the body directly.

"I'm rough, is this the end?"

Oscar thought that some kind of vision of heaven and earth would be triggered. Those fairy tales are all lies. He hates that swords can't be made into steel. They said that you are a pig, and you sleep after eating.

One month later!
Inside the poison formation in the forest, a simple figure cheered and said, "Successful!"

Not far away, an old man in green robe asked, "Little monster, what exactly are you practicing?"

A charming young man with long hair appeared, and upon seeing him, he said, "It should be a sharp weapon for killing people, shouldn't it? Little San!"

It's been half a year since I've been here, so I should go out.

(End of this chapter)