Zhao Yunzhi looked at Xun Yu in a daze, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Xiahou lightly pursed his mouth, threw away the Qinghao in his hand, and said lightly: "Blood Drinking Sword!?" Isn't it amazing? ”

It's good that she doesn't ask, but this question makes Zhao Yun even more creepy, for these martial artists, every day they pay attention not only to the strength of the martial artists, but also to the divine weapons in their hands.

Xun Yu also said curiously: "I have only heard of the name of the Blood Drinking Sword, what's the matter, is there something peculiar?" ”

Zhao Yun, who was in a fugue, retracted his gaze, glanced at Xun Yu obliquely, and said: "The Qingyun List discharged by Qingyun Pavilion is irregular, it stands to reason that weapons are just tools used by masters to fight, and the degree of handiness should have nothing to do with reputation.

But the master said that in the history of Qingyun Pavilion, there used to be a rough ranking of the world's divine soldiers, whether it was accurate or not, and now it is impossible to test. ”

"If you talk about fame, the divine soldier should be after the master, how can there be a reason that no one has heard of the divine soldier first?"

Zhao Yun shook his head and said: "On the contrary, the reason why many people are becoming more and more courageous and can hover between masters and ordinary people is not only because of the peerless cultivation of smelling chickens and dancing, but also because of the divine weapons in their hands.

Just like Lu Bu, who is now recognized as the number one in the world, if he didn't have the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, he would probably no longer be invincible. ”

Xun Yu was dumbfounded, and he didn't know what to say.

Zhao Yun grinned and continued in a serious tone: "The top four of the Qingyun Divine Weapon List, the sword accounts for three seats, the first is the Qingyun Sword, the second is the Heavenly Sword, the third Heavenly Painting Halberd, and the fourth is such a blood-drinking sword with a very serious Yin Qi aura. ”

Xun Yu calmly analyzed: "If you rely on divine weapons to occupy the position of a master, it is better to pick up people's teeth and wisdom, these despicable means that the stones of other mountains can attack jade are always opportunistic." Even if it has withstood the tempering of the years and survived to the position on the Qingyun list, once the divine soldier falls or loses, won't it become a chopping board for others to slaughter? ”

Xun Yu thinks that the head of analysis is the Tao, even though the Fang Tian painting halberd in Lu Bu's hand is only ranked third, who dares to say that this hairy boy with a red rabbit horse under his crotch is not the first in the world?

Moreover, many people are born extraordinary, and there will always be a few martial arts geniuses and freaks in this world inexplicably, so this later generation is likely to give the rivers and lakes and the world a great surprise.

Xiahou Qingyi laughed on the side: "This is not necessarily, our family Zilong is still invincible in the world without the Yajiao gun!" ”

Zhao Yun's face turned red at the moment when he was praised by Xiahou Qingyi, and he turned his head and said: "This is just a part of the people, and there are other people, even if they lose the magic weapon in their hands, they can still use one as ten." ”

Xun Yu looked stunned, and said softly: "So that's the case, then this person holding the blood-drinking sword, do you know who he is?" ”

Zhao Yun said gloomily: "Yuan Shao's second son, Yuan Xi! ”

Xun Yu hesitated, a touch of melancholy floated in his eyes, the atmosphere in the room was calm, and everyone stopped talking for a while.

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Zhang Ziyu was lying on the back of the old scalper, loose and saggy, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he couldn't see the meaning of beauty.

Guo Jia's hand in front of him was holding the scalper with one hand and wiping his sweat with the other, not only did he not complain, but he also smiled from time to time, full of simplicity and cuteness.

Zhang Ziyu, who had already given up a comfortable life, looked sad and indignant, and said coldly: "You were frozen in Luoyang before, I served you tea and poured water, and served you meticulously, and I didn't see you remember me well, but that Xun Gongzi, just a thousand miles to repair a book, you worked tirelessly for him to go to Taixuanmen to defend me, how can I not be jealous in my heart?" ”

Guo Jia suddenly stopped, he was no longer the gentleman boy who spoke and acted without thinking about his brain, stretched out his hand to flick the dust stuck to Zhang Ziyu's shirt, and asked rhetorically: "What, do you regret marrying me?" ”

Zhang Ziyu glanced at him obliquely, and said angrily: "What's the use of regretting now, your body has been seen by you!" I'm just complaining, but now that I think about it, I'll stop thinking about it when I get used to it, although I know it's useless to say it, but holding it in my stomach will only make my mood worse. ”

"That's right, you and Xun Yu have been friends for more than ten years, you two are heart-to-heart, iron walls, I'm just a little girl with no reputation, I can marry you ghost, what else is there to be content with."

"Alas, I'm used to seeing the wind and snow in the ancient books, and sometimes I almost forget that the rivers and mountains of this great man have been devastated, but I am different from this splendid mountains and rivers, the rivers and mountains can be eternal, but I can't stay young forever."

Guo Jia turned his face sideways, tears falling down in tears, and he was silent.

Taixuanmen hangs in the east of the sky, purple gas, spring thunder rolling.

Guo Jia looked up from afar, and could see from time to time that the cloud pillar suddenly rose to the sky, and the clouds were weird. After brushing the sky, it turned into wisps of mist and disappeared at the place where heaven and earth meet.

Although there is no vermilion wall and green tiles in Taixuanmen, Yan Liang has given a lot of silver in these years, with the Xuanqing Palace on the main peak as the center, there are eleven pavilions and pavilions of all sizes around each other, like the stars holding the moon.

The west side is the Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion that towers into the clouds, steep like a knife split, majestic first, it is said that the best swordsman of Taixuanmen often practices swords on the clouds, and the hand can pick up the stars.

The three sides of the southeast and north are also foggy and surging, hidden in the sea of clouds, leaving behind the scorching miscellaneous talk of green mountains and beautiful waters.

At the foot of Taixuan Mountain, the fairy archway is engraved with four big characters "Rongqing Landscape", the word edge is strong, and the pen walks the dragon and snake.

On the left and right two white stone pillars is a pair of magnificent couplets, on the left is "the general dismounts", and on the right is: "the immortal unloads the knife".

Taixuanmen's huge style of silent victory is worthy of the name in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of Guo Fengxiao, a ghost genius who is nearly in his twenties, it is a golden jade and a ruined outward.

Moreover, as a gang in the rivers and lakes, it does not give people the impression of a majestic chivalry, but uses illusion as a way to gain the trust of the princes, and then kills innocents indiscriminately.

He took the reputation of the world very lightly and was noncommittal, but these people were mad and wantonly slaughtered the people of Yingchuan, like wolves and tigers, and they were simply inferior to pigs and dogs.

Song Hong, the head of Taixuanmen, is nearly seventy years old, and he is declining, and he still threatens to the world with such a coy attitude: He wants to achieve the reputation of orthodoxy in the world with illusion! It's better to fart as neatly.

Guo Jia stopped at the foot of Taixuan Mountain, looked at the mountain that couldn't see the peak, and said viciously: "What Taixuanmen" illusion first", in my Guo Jia's eyes, it's not a fart!" ”