Legend of Swordsman

Throwing those treasures into his arms with all his hands and feet, the young man would rush out of the sky.

But immediately, Xiqingchi did open his arms to stop his way. "You can't let him go, otherwise the safety of the adults can't be guaranteed."

The young man heard the words and closed his eyes in a hurry, "You can rest assured that I haven't seen anything, and nothing will be passed on."

Di Qing also realized something, directly released the Yan Li rope to hug him, and thrown it into the depths of this small hole.

The young man who fell heavily on the ground, like a frightened rabbit, spoke in a panic. "My lords, I'm Wei Liujia is a good person. I am diligent and diligent in this big lonely mountain. I haven’t even fallen down once every Chinese New Year. God can clearly understand my sincerity. I am loyal to the Second Emperor... wooh..."

Too lazy to listen to his nonsense, Di Qing blocked his mouth again, and used the force to transform the whip, and slashed him to count the whip, only to be honest.

Suddenly it was silent for a few days, and Qing Qing placed the unconscious sword Wushuang on a flat ground before he began to investigate his condition.

Under this view, even Qing Qing was a little surprised, Jian Wushuang's original fragmented body, and even the internal organs were almost empty of the fairy body. At this moment, it has been restored. The shocking wound is also visible to the naked eye. The speed is repairing.

Moreover, his breath has gradually stabilized from the previous fluctuations, and a complete recovery is only a matter of time.

"What a freak, this guy." Di Qing murmured in disbelief.

The cleaning pond also came forward at this time, and his eyes were still slightly reddish, "Adult's situation..."

"He's fine, and it doesn't matter for a while." Di said coldly. He was obviously more disgusted with this almost culprit woman.

"Then can I take care of adults," she whispered.

"No." Di Qing responded coldly, "He doesn't have to take care of him, he will recover soon."

The cleaning pool is promised and the lost return.

As time went by, the cave in the fairy mountain fell silent within a day.

I don't know how long it passed, a slight cry, a little excitement sounded from far and near outside the cave.

Suddenly, a figure with more than enough size suddenly ran into the sky, and the snow-white hair was dotted with incomprehensible dark dense lines.

It was a dream tapir in Xiqing Pond, and it was also the culprit that awakened all the fairy bones in the fairy tombs of the Northern Heaven.

At the moment, he jumped into the sky, and his four dark eyes directly saw its owner, and he was thrilled when he was excited.

But it was a powerful foot in response to it.

Almost ten percent of the effort was used to clean the pool and kick it out with one foot.

At the same time, while Zhao Ting hadn't responded, he directly withdrew the saber from her waist and cut it towards Meng Tapie.

But in the end, the long knife that circulated Yanli did not fall, but hovered over Meng Tapio's head.

Xiqing Chi's eyes turned red, watching it coldly, "Get out, I will no longer be your master from now on."

Meng Tap whispered in a low voice, and her front paws swayed unsteadily on the ground. It didn't understand why his master suddenly became so cold.

It whimpered, and went forward on its lower body, only this time, it was a sharp long knife that responded to it.

Cut it with a knife, and tore a **** wound directly on Meng Tap's neck.

"Go!" Xi Qingchi said coldly, his long knife pointing out of the sky.

Meng Tapi whimpered, lying motionless.

At this time, a tired voice slowly sounded, "Forget it, the things that have passed are gone, and the wisdom of a small animal is not yet civilized, and it is also reasonable."

Jian Wushuang sat up slowly and coughed again.

"Sir, you're awake!" Xiqing Chi was surprised, and his long knife stood on the ground, and he was a little embarrassed.

"It's not good to sleep again." He shook his head helplessly.

Yi Qing, who had been sitting next to him, gave him a careful look, then raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's still pretty good."

Jian Wushuang smiled, "Fortunately, I didn't hurt the source, and the recovery was smooth."

After he finished speaking, he looked around slowly, "Are we here now?"

Yi Qing replied, "Among the vastness of the hinterland, the northern heaven has already left."

"It seems to be quite smooth. This small hole is pretty good. Although the strength is thinner, it is also a good go-to dojo." Jian Wushuang looked around and nodded.

This small cave has hidden winds and condensed water in the day, and although the layout is a bit cold, it is still elegant, and its owner is obviously stylish.

As he was about to take his gaze back, Yu Guang suddenly glanced at the corner of the wall and there was a figure almost **** with zongzi.

And the dumplings stared at them, looking at them in horror.

"This is?" Jian Wushuang was puzzled.

When Qingwen heard the words, he held out his hand, and the figure wrapped in dumplings rolled over, and at the same time removed the Yanlian chain from his mouth.

Seeing this, the sullen young man hurriedly closed his eyes and said something in his mouth, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything, and I didn't know how many people were there. I beg your adults to put it down."

Jian Wushuang couldn't help crying and laughing, "Nothing, open my eyes and let me see."

The young man heard the words and finally opened his eyes slowly.

"Are you the master of this hole?" he asked.

The young man nodded, UU reading www.uukaanshu. com's voice trembled a little, "Below is the second mountain owner of this big lonely mountain, Wei Liujia..."

"Wei, Liujia? Good name." Jian Wushuang nodded with a smile, and said, "How many mountain owners like you are in this vast sky?"

This rogue young man named Wei Liujia, like the pour of beans, spoke of the old bottom, "There are dozens of heavens in the entire Damian Heaven, but there are only seventeen caves like Xianshan Cave like me, and only There are seventeen mountain owners, and the mountain owners are hereditary. They cannot be led by others."

Jian Wushuang touched his chin. "Seventeen caves and seventeen mountain owners. It seems that your identity is relatively high in this vast sky, right?"

Wei Liujia heard the words and flashed a look of embarrassment, "The identity of Lord Dong Tianshan is certainly high, but my father died at a young age, and only left me the seat of this big Gushan Mountain. .

"Speaking of the Lord of the Cave of Heaven, in fact, the entire Dagushan Cave is just a polished pole for me, plus every Chinese New Year is to be worshipped, and my father has never left a little treasure treasure. Below, I became the bottom of the seventeen caves, not to be seen by any monks..."