is really fun and long-sleeved and good at dancing, and the momentum is compelling, and every inch is seizing the limelight from Song Qinghuan.

The cultivator regained his strength, constantly resisted the wind, and used his sword moves to break through the attack, buying time for the two of them to dodge. Inadvertently, her gaze swept across the ground, and she was sweeping over Gongsun Changqin's dazzling brocade clothes, her eyes facing each other, and her heart tightened.

Just because of this moment, he was stunned, and suddenly, someone seemed to touch his waist, and he looked down, and the ice vine gourd that was originally hanging on his waist was gone. The gourd was a flask that he had left for the rest of his life, and since he left, it has become his only relic.

The domineering voice came, "Don't look for it, your stuff is with me." ”

I saw that Zhenqu was triumphant, dancing with one hand holding the gourd, raising his legs and leaning back, unscrewing it and smelling: "Hey, isn't this Senior Sister Luo's drunken flower yin?" How did you run into your gourd? As he spoke, he cocked his orchid fingers and scattered the fragrance of wine.

Drunken flowers?

Xiu Ling was confused, and then she suddenly realized that the jar of wine she picked up yesterday was originally Luo Fangrui's own wine, because she remembered that the master who was addicted to alcohol had left some plans for him to bring back to Fuxi and sprinkle it into the soil of the stele.

But now, she cared more about the gourd, so she told the truth: "The wine was picked up at the gate of Shangshiyuan." ”

The real fun is unforgiving, "Joke, how precious is the drunken flower yin, will it be thrown on the ground for you to pick up?" Besides, last night's curfew at Qinmen, what did you do in Shishangyuan? He sneered again: "That's right, Fuxi Qinmen is the best at picking things up." ”

Holding the green qi tightly, Xiu Ling said with a straight face: "I really don't know the origin of this wine, if there is really a mistake, I am willing to be punished by Xia Zun and Senior Sister Luo." But you, how is it different from stealing someone else's property? What is the difference between maliciously slandering the master and a villain? ”

Hearing this, his face was so angry that his face turned pale, his jade-like white teeth trembled, and he said fiercely: "If you want a gourd, take it yourself." ”

As soon as the words fell, the green Qi suddenly bloomed. In the midst of the lightning and flint, the cultivator had already crossed the side of Zhenqu like a meteor in the wind. I only heard the sound of a sword, the water sleeves were scattered, and the heavenly maidens scattered like flowers.

A piece of shredded clothes fell on Gongsun Changqin's shoulder, he raised his hand to pick it up, looked left and right, and saw that its edges and corners were clear, and the cutting edge was flat, and he couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, "I didn't expect that my swordsmanship has grown a lot." "Raise your eyes to the sky and smile.

Seeing Xia Zun coming, he became more and more embarrassed. Right now, her two arms were naked and she felt the cool breeze swishing in, and her face was red and purple, like ripe fruit.

Suddenly, she flipped the gourd, "The evidence is conclusive, you still dare to quibble, and you don't want to admit to stealing wine, so let everyone see if this gourd is drunk or not?!" After speaking, he let go of his hand and threw the gourd straight to the ground.

The cultivator rushed forward with a brisk walk, raising his hand to hold the gourd against the wind. Beside him, Song Qinghuan also quickly summoned the Xuanhe and ordered it to hold it. The gourd rolled in the wind, swayed, and finally landed peacefully on the crane's beak.

Just when the two of them were half relieved, there was a sudden sound of string plucking, followed by two sharp and dazzling rays of light, like a sharp sword.

In an instant, a ray of light hit Xuanhe, Xuanhe screamed and fell to the ground, and Song Qinghuan, who was stroking the qin, was also shaken back, spitting blood. And another ray of light, smashing his head and face at the cultivators-

Hearing another loud bang, and then two crisp sounds of King Kong cracking, when she came back to her senses, Lu Qi suddenly burst out with amazing power, self-transformed into a barrier, protected her master, and blocked the sudden attack.

The glow of disillusionment faded, but Lu Qi, who was already a broken sword, was "shattered to pieces", leaving only pieces of wreckage, and the hand holding the sword was also broken, and the scars were dripping with blood. Xiu Ling didn't care about Lu Qi for a while, and ran towards Song Qinghuan.

And the ice vine gourd, although it is the masterpiece of the thousand-year-old ice vine in Kunlun Mountain, was also shattered under the chopping of the glow. Only the drunken fragrance of the wine is wantonly squandered in the air, which makes people smell intoxicated, become more and more noisy, and wantonly vent their emotions.

Everyone saw that the weapon that hurt people was a Luoxia qin that suddenly appeared in Zhenqu's hand.

The unpredictable fiery red lacquer, the strings that can turn Rouxia into a sharp blade, can only come from Xia Zun's pair of jade hands that can be outrageously beautiful even if they burn the qin and boil the crane.

Zhenqu raised his eyebrows and saw everyone's eyes looking at her, he was proud, hugged Baoqin tightly, and looked towards Gongsun Changqin.

However, the color of surprise skimmed over Xia Zun's beautiful face, and his unchanging smile was instantly hidden. His slightly squinted eyes lit up, and the sharp edge flashed, and he casually pulled his loose hair and straightened up.

At this moment, the cultivator stood up first, and the green qi fragment in his hand was surging with blue light. She seemed to have lost her sense of pain, and her eyes were fixed on the true pleasure of being held high, as if they were going to eat her alive.

***

Seeing its menacing, Zhenqu only felt a chill on her back, but as the county lord, she would never condescend to apologize to a foreign door, besides, she knew in her heart that Xia Zun had an ulterior agreement with her father, and he would definitely protect herself.

Even so, Zhenqu became more and more domineering, threatening: "Dare to step forward?!" Hmph, the county lord's Baoqin is Xia Zun's own slashing, and its power is not at all something that you can resist as a little swordsman. Just now, the county lord just tried his skills—"

Xiu Ling did not stop, raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and interrupted her with a sneer, "Kiss? Xia Zun was willing to give away such a valuable thing at will, and it was really worthy of the name, and he was fascinated. ”

Ignoring everyone's sighs, she didn't raise her eyes to look at Gongsun Changqin, she pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows contemptuously, "But in my opinion, this qin and this person are all the same, gold and jade, and they are ruined!" He sneered again, "Heh, isn't it just Qinzun's own slash?" ”

Suddenly, Zhenqu jumped like thunder, "What kind of character are you, you dare to insult the county lord and Xia Zun like this?!" ”

Just when everyone thought that spiritual cultivation was just a hard mouth, a huge wind suddenly rose, swirling around her, and swirling more and more, rolling up the yellow sand on the ground of the main hall, stirring up people's eyes for a while.

The true fun floating in the air was suddenly swept by the wind, and the arms that were not covered were instantly scratched by the sand and gravel. The tingling pain in her arm provoked her fighting spirit, and she tried to adjust her body and pose as a piano player, but she was stunned again-

At the center of the storm, Xiu Ling held a sword in his left hand and a piano in his right hand, and at the bottom of the piano, the word "Lingxi" was dazzling. There was a green flame burning in her eyes, and she walked against the wind like a stubborn rock in the vast desert.

With a throw of his right hand, the spirit rhino slowly rotated with the wind. The spirit of cultivation is the left hand to dance the sword, the right hand to resist the wind, the heaven and earth Lingyuan to the wind as the introduction into the sword moves, the sword moves urge the strings to pluck and send out a continuous sword, and the rhythm played, everyone has never heard of.

On the ground, the cultivator jumped into his arms, his left hand groaned and scratched, his right hand was picky, a string urged a string, one for another, the rhythm of the rush was gathered and gathered at one point, and a phantom appeared out of thin air, and a person was played!