Ever since Xi Mutong handed over the Jiaoqiu Sword to Shui Ling'er, this sword has been making trouble, not only ignoring him, but also not allowing him to practice by himself. If he can't practice swordsmanship, he can't explain to Jiang Nanjun, nor can he advance to the sixth layer of Zhitian Chan, so this matter has become a major heart problem for him for a while.

This night, he planned to pull the Jiaoqiu sword out of its scabbard and polish it well, but who knew that he would not be able to do so no matter what.

Annoyed, he simply lay on the bed with the sword in his arms, and said angrily: "I am a dignified hero of Jiluo Mountain, and my prestige has resounded in every corner of this mountain, and you are now on my territory, dare to disobey my orders?

When the sword heard this, it burst into flames, and rushed from side to side in his arms as if mad, trying to break free. His chest was constantly hit by the hilt of the ** sword, and the pain was unbearable, so he had to let go.

Jiaoqiu Sword regained his freedom and jumped into the air in anger, not moving. Shui Ling'er coerced him and sat up, staring at him viciously.

One person and one sword were stalemate like this, and in the end, Shui Ling'er couldn't bear it, crossed a heart, pointed at it and said angrily: "If the master wants to attack you today, it's your grandson!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword shook violently, and the hilt of the sword fell downward, slamming into his head. This time the strength was strong enough, and the water bell was smashed by it, and he screamed "Hmm", and fell back to the bed, unconscious.

"Hey, stinky boy, come out quickly, let Uncle Sword Fairy help you tame Jiaoqiu Sword!"

In a daze, he heard a voice calling. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the book "Yin Jiao Qiu Sword Book" was turning the pages of the book, hanging around on the top of his head.

"Jianpu, are you talking to me? You are a book, but you can speak?" Shui Ling'er stared at the top of her head in surprise, touching the smashed head, but she didn't feel any pain.

Seeing him wake up, Jianpu turned around and flew out the door. Seeing this, he was anxious, and hurriedly jumped out of bed and followed.

"Hey, don't you go! The sword ignores me, do you even want to abandon me with the book, you are all so willful, how can I still honor the three high-fives with my aunt?"

But the book ignored him, and went on to himself. He followed all the way, and soon left the Floating Life Hall and followed the book to the bamboo forest.

When I arrived in the forest, the sword book fell to the ground with a "snap" and stopped moving.

Shui Ling'er walked over helplessly, picked up the book, and saw a pair of big feet with cloth shoes appear in front of her.

"Who is it?" he was taken aback again, looked sideways, but shouted in surprise: "Uncle Sword Immortal, why are you?"

Seeing that he was so wolf, Yun Jian crossed his arms and laughed, "Stinky boy, you didn't break it when you were tossed by this sword, did you?"

Shui Ling'er touched her head in embarrassment, and said, "It turned out that Uncle Sword Fairy was summoning, it seems that Ling'er has met a savior this time!"

The sword fairy shook his palm, and the rusty sword that grinded appeared in his hand.

Shui Ling'er said strangely: "Eh, uncle, why is this Jiaoqiu so obedient to you?"

Sword Immortal said: "The two swords of Yin Jiao Jiao were originally one, and they were originally my sword during my lifetime. Therefore, no matter how capricious this sword is, it will also obey my commands. Since you have offended it, if you want it to be angry, I have to be this peacemaker!"

When Shui Ling'er heard this, she was first happy, and then she was full of grievances, and pouted: "When have I offended it?

"Hmm, you still say?" the sword fairy stared at him with a blank face.

He stuck out his tongue in fright, not daring to say anything more. (To be continued.) )