Chaotic Sword God

Jian Chen stopped and turned to look at the ink that was running towards him, revealing a thoughtful color.

Mo Yan trotting all the way to the front of Jian Chen, holding a face, looking at the sword dust pitifully, said: "Sword dust, I am in trouble, you help me well."

Jian Chen smiled, his eyes swept away the far-sighted Swordsman, and smiled: "Well, let me, how can I help you? Do you want me to help you drive the young master?" Very refreshingly agreed, after all, both Shen and Shen Jian were rescued from the wild by the ink, so in the heart of Jian Chen, there is always a gratefulness for the ink, and now Mo Yan encountered trouble, help Why is she?

Moreover, he can see at a glance that the young master of the Miniature Swordsman is not a good thing, and naturally he is not willing to be bullied by such a person.

As soon as he heard that Jian Chen had to drive away the Supreme Master of the Swordsman, Mo Yan was shocked and said, "Don't stop, you can't do it. People are Mini Swords after all." Little lord, the identity is very unusual, you should never offend him. Don't think that he does not dare to blaze me. He thinks that this person is very kind. If someone else provokes him, there is no certain background, then he I will never let go of that person."

"Then you want me to help you?" asked the sword dust with a smile.

Mo Yan thought about it for a while, saying: "Hey, let me entertain Yufan, I can't ignore Yufan, but I don't want to go alone with Yufan. It's better. You will follow me as a friend. If you can, I would like to let Yu Fan know how difficult it is to retreat. Don't always pester me."

"Yan's sister, who is this person, why don't you introduce me to me?" At this time, the very small swordsman Shaozong, the main Yufan came over, his face with a sunny smile, just his eyes turned to Jian Chen At the time, with a cold color, accompanied by it, there are still some ambiguous.

"Who is this person, why have I never heard of it before, I am handsome than I am, and there is a kind of resolute temperament that I don't have on him. Damn, bastard, this temperament is the easiest. Let the girl be fascinated, why I didn't, why didn't I." The Swordmaster Sangzhuo roared in his heart. He had secretly compared himself with Jian Chen and found himself in addition to his identity background. The aspect is actually not as good as the sword dust.

The ink brow wrinkled, and his face stared at Yu Fan, cold voice: "Uvan, how many times have I told you, don't call me Yaner sister, Yaner sister, this name is only Jian Chen can call Others are not allowed."

Yu Fan bit his teeth and stared at Jian Chen with a very bad look. He asked with a condescending attitude: "Is this person a sword dust? Jian Chen, I don't know which family you are, why this book has never heard of it before. You." Yu Fan directly called himself a sect, and wanted to press the sword dust.

Jian Chen calmly and calmly said, "It’s just a nameless mess, and the young masters have never heard of me."

As soon as he heard that Jian Chen was an unknown name, Yu Fan’s heart was relieved. In his capacity, he would not put an unnamed disguise in his eyes, and he did not think that a nameless dispersal could put the money of the Mofu. Take it away from your own hands.

"But Yan's sister's attitude towards this sword dust is really unusual. I also say that the name of Yaner's sister is only called the name of Jian Chen. Hey, a part of the district is also dare to fight against this sect. Just let you say nothing.” Yu Fan’s heart was cold and sullen, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes. However, the surface is not moving, the smile is not reduced, and said to the ink face: "Mr. Yan Yan, let's go to the flower sea of ​​your ink house."

In the eyes of Mo Yan, there was a look of disgust, and when he blinked his eyes, he immediately smiled and said: "Go, Jian Chen, let’s go to the sea of ​​flowers, Huahai is the most beautiful and beautiful in our ink house. The place, I heard that it was created by my mother personally." When I mentioned the mother, the look of Mo Yan was a glimpse, with a bit of sadness and sadness.

Next, Mo Yan, Jian Chen and Yu Fan came to the flower sea of ​​Mofu, Huahai, as the name suggests, this is a sea of ​​flowers that consists entirely of various precious flowers and flowers. As soon as I approached the sea of ​​flowers, the thick floral scent came from the nose. Because the flowers planted here are not ordinary flowers, which makes these mixed with the scent of many flowers, it is very unusual. Taking a sip, it makes people feel relaxed and happy, and the whole soul feels very comfortable.

"Sword dust, you see, this is Bai Linghua, this is the red moon flower, this is the morning sun flower, this is the Roman flower, listen to me, these words are my mother brought into the ink house, and then planted by hand Here.” Along the way, Mo Yan was very enthusiastic about introducing each kind of flower here for Jian Chen, with a big smile on his face, but occasionally there was a sadness between the smiles.

As for the extremely small Jianzong Shaozong, the main Yufan, was completely neglected by Mo Yan. It was originally proposed that he would let Mo Yan take him to visit the sea. As a result, Mo Yan did not know whether it was intentional or not. The whole mind was placed on the sword. Dust, for him, this little lord did not look at it.

Originally in the mind of the Miniature Swordsman, at most, Jian Chen was regarded as a follower of Mo Yan. As a result, he now feels that he has become a follower.

Yu Fan’s face is getting more and more gloomy, and the look of Jian Chen’s eyes is getting colder and colder, even revealing a trace of killing.

Yu Fan’s killing is naturally unable to hold the sword dust. This makes Jian Chen’s sorrowful smile. This ink is not deeply involved in the world. Although it’s weird, it’s not very thoughtful, even if you are looking for a shield, There must be a degree, but fortunately this shield is his own, if other people whose identity background is not as good as the one who is the chief of the sect, then this act of Muryan is simply killing others.

Yu Fan can no longer bear it anymore. Although the heart is full of anger and killing to Jian Chen, but in front of Mo Yan, he must maintain his image as a minority, and force the dissatisfaction in his heart to take the initiative. Said: "Mr. Yan Yan, this flower sea we also see enough, it is better for us to come to the Bibi sword, to see if you are the eye-catching sword of the ink, or the extreme swordsmanship of our Miniature Swordsman. I However, I heard that my father and your father had learned several times in the past, using the minimal swordsmanship and the point-and-click sword method. They wanted to win a match, but unfortunately they ended up in a draw."