The words of Woe Lone were crisp, and the words were clear, "But he also has to do me a favor!" The scars of the wind were exposed, but Yi Qiunian grabbed his sleeve and grinned with an old face, not afraid of misfortune and greed, afraid that he had no desire and no desire, to put it simply, someone suddenly stuffed two catties of meat into his hand when he walked on the street, dare to take it home to eat?

"As long as it doesn't violate the morality of the rivers and lakes, I agreed on his behalf." Yi Qiunian's words changed, "But you also have to ensure that you can cure it well, I think these two pig's trotters are not easy to gnaw." The scar of the wind flicked his sleeves, and his head grew a circle of tic-tac-toe.

"It's easy to say, if it can't be cured, I'll cut off my own hand and give it to him." Woe Lone gestured at his wrist, obviously full of confidence. "This requirement is also simple, the person in the Tiandu drunken Qiankun altar is my long-lost brother, my name is the person in the shadow, and I also have a great friendship with the late Wujun Luo Yu, I just want to know what happened in Tiandu in the past two years."

The Scar of the Wind frowned, "Are you really the younger brother of the man in the altar?" Woe alone is not a lie, and naturally replied with confidence: "If it is fake." ”

"That's strange," Wind Scar felt that things were not simple, in the past six months, the spies of Tiandu reported that Xiao Zhenyue was suspected of being related to the Central Plains Buddhism, and Dao Wuji also sent a message, saying that Wan Sakai had sent a group of people to disguise themselves as old people from Tiandu, spread rumors, and intended to subvert the rule of Zhutian. What's even more strange is that the day before January, he sent someone to Xiao Zhenyue to question, but he was killed halfway, and judging by his injuries, he had something to do with the drunken Huanglong of Xiao's doorman.

The slaughter, Dao Wuji and others who participated in the Tiandu Lidian can prove that they have just recovered from their injuries and have time to think in the future, so they were sent out to exterminate the rebels. Thinking of this, the scar of the wind is eager to treat the injury, if it is because of his injury, he fails to protect his friend Zhu Tian, I am afraid that he will regret it, but the big thing is not chaotic, and he is not panicked in danger, it is the advantage of the scar of the wind, and the name of the first swordsman who broke the siege in the bitter realm was not blown out, "What evidence is there?" ”

"There was once a director of the trial department in Tiandu." Isn't it easy to think about it?

"There are many people who know this." The Scars of the Wind were not satisfied with the answer of the Scourge Alone.

"But these people must not know that you were once released by him in the No. 1 dungeon of Tianzi, taken to the little young master to recuperate, and he also tapped a little madman with his own fingers." The more Woe Lone said, the sharper the Wind Scar's eyes became, and Calamity Lone was sure that the Wind Scar had already believed eighty percent.

"It's rude, and the Scar of the Wind swears with the sword in his hand, if you can cure me, I will definitely repay it."

"Please!" "Please!"

Seeing the traces of the wind and the calamity to heal the wounds alone, Yi Qiunian didn't dare to disturb, so he swept the snow boredly and sat down cross-legged. "Ahem, this old Wang Ba, I don't know to bring me in, it's causing Uncle Kyushu to blow the wind outside." The snow is not cold, although Aofeng does not melt the snow much, but the clouds run, the cold wind together is more fatal, Kyushu a sword knows that the wind blows, the big snot is shaken, and the person wakes up.

"I said, boy, is this horse chopping knife yours?" Yi Qiunian picked it up from the ground, if it weren't for the semi-permeable ice, he might not have been able to find out, the poor master who left to kill the horse and kill the angry pass is also a terrifying generation of forest killers in the martial arts, and after his death, the famous weapon was still buried in the ice on the ground like garbage.

"I'm not called a kid, my name is Kyushu Yijianzhi, I've found my way, it doesn't matter to me anymore, this knife is also a magic weapon, it's cheaper, sell it to the old-timers for five hundred taels." Kyushu knows that the essence is empty, but his expression is full and his eyes are bright, just like the great monk of the valley in the dead pass has been enlightened.

Yi Qiu Nian was dumbfounded, this is an interesting little friend, Yi Xiaotang's little pepper is a dead move as soon as he makes a move, and the competition is like slashing and killing his father's enemy, and the traces of the wind are tired of the world, and he is getting deeper and deeper. It doesn't hurt to mention the juniors. The more Yi Qiu Nian looked at Kyushu Yijian, the more pleasing he became, "I'm not called an old-timer, my name is Sword Saint Yi Qiu Nian, are you interested in being my apprentice?" ”

"Scared! Old-timer, are you worming in my ears? You're a sword ruffian, and I've found my way, but thank you for your kindness. Kyushu Yijian knew how to wrap the horse chopping knife around his back with strips of cloth, and his eyes rolled, and he couldn't say a complete word.

"If you have a fart, do you regret it again? This time, if you want to apprentice, you will first get 5,000 taels of apprenticeship fees. "Yi Qiunian was rejected for the first time in this regard, and he didn't have any angry reply.

Kyushu Yijian Zhi dragged the injured body and leaned over mysteriously, "This, have you taken a bath with that pink-haired man?" ”

"Huh?" Yi Qiunian was a little confused, thinking that Kyushu Yijian would ask some questions about the way of the sword, but he didn't expect it......

Kyushu Yijian knew that this old face was a little embarrassed to ask this kind of question, "Hehe, I have an old man with red hair, but there is a difference between men and women, and I don't want to ask, I'm curious about her being so red on the top, and whether it's the next three ways, hehe, I see that the wind scar has cute hair, but a big man, this and this, it's weird." ”

Yi Qiunian didn't speak in a daze, he had never thought about this problem, he picked a strand of hair, white, and then look at this kid, the amount of black light oil. It seems that they are all up and down, so wind friends? 'I don't have anything to think about what a big man's light hair is doing!' Bad luck! 'That wing Xiaotang...... Stop, stop!

Yi Qiunian's face turned red, and he coughed dryly twice, Yi Xiaotang's golden hair is too easy to cause reverie, and he definitely doesn't blame himself for thinking about it.

'it! Kyushu Yijianzhi quietly squirmed back, "I'll talk about that powdery cold face, what is this old boy's blushing, shouldn't it be a peach with broken sleeves, Longyang's fetish?" I know that my left thigh sits like a yan, and my right thigh rides to interpret words, and a good future awaits me, but don't be taken by this old boy. ’

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The scar of the wind that had his arm nerve cut off was very disturbing, if it weren't for Yi Qiunian who was outside to suppress the formation, he really wouldn't dare to let the calamity alone cure him, but he would never have thought of what his friend was thinking in his head now, otherwise he would have killed his heart with a sword.

Woe Lone Hand Qi knife fell, rubbed the edge of the arm bone, cut off the hands of the Wind Scar at the wrist, and then a ball of flesh and blood squirmed and climbed up the wrist that collapsed with blood, blocked the wound, and began to grow, Woe Lone used the willow leaf bone knife to dissect the hand of the Wind Scar almost ripe, according to the ratio of one to one, first restore the bones, and then replenish the muscles and flesh on it, and the Wind Scar was dumbfounded.

"Well, then wait for it to slowly take shape, and then I'll intersperse the nerves, take advantage of this kung fu, Wind Trace, the first question, who is the current Martial Monarch?" Woe walks alone, and his eyes burn.

"It's my friend Zhutian. But he has no ill will towards you, and we are not enemies. Traces of the Wind replied cheerfully, and hurriedly added.

"The enemy of the enemy is the friend, I agree with the first question, so does the disappearance of the person in the altar have anything to do with you? Is there any news of him? If so, is he dead or alive? "Woe alone doesn't give Wind Scars time to think, and questions are one after another.

"It doesn't matter, but we don't hear from him either. As for the evidence, if Wind Scar wants to usurp power, he can't stop it at all. ”

"Alas!" With a long sigh, I really have to go alone now.