Chapter 138: The Style of That Sword
Yong Bowen was puzzled.
This Ai Rongzhu didn't know that Yu Chengshi and his world-famous magic item manufacturing company were even making a fuss about the sale of magic items, or was he not a person in the magic world?
Obviously, Master Yongda has forgotten what he looked like when he first joined the Mage Association.
However, looking at Ai Rongzhu's surprised appearance, it doesn't look like it's pretending.
Yong Bowen had to briefly explain Yu Chengshi's company's business.
This time, Ai Rongzhu was even more surprised.
"The Maoshan faction actually opened such a company, and even the magic weapon of the faction can be sold out, aren't they going to mix? The unique spell has been learned by others, what do they still rely on to eat? β
"This isn't a unique spell......
Yong Bowen felt that his patience was about to be exhausted by Ai Rongzhu. The purpose of running thousands of miles is to find a girlfriend, not to be a common sense enlightenment teacher in the magic world, and he doesn't have the hobby of being a teacher.
After listening to Yong Bowen's explanation for a long time, Ai Rongzhu was still skeptical, but finally stopped asking and said: "Forget it, let's talk about these things later, I'll go to Sister Yun first and help you report it, but if she is willing to see you, I don't dare to guarantee the ticket." You just wait here. After speaking, he waved his hand at Yong Bowen, turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't even return the array device.
Yong Bowen suddenly grabbed her arm and said, "Senior Sister Rongzhu, you are in too much of a hurry, have you forgotten something?" β
Ai Rongzhu stopped and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?" He looked at the array device in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll give it back to you, it's so stingy, I won't break it if I borrow it for fun." "Stuff the arrayer back to Yong Bowen.
"Aren't you going to remove this fog array? Where did Hu Feng go? There are still a lot of people smashed in the house over there, how can the people in the village come to the rescue if you don't remove the fog? Yong Bowen refused to let her go, and suddenly snatched the transparent flying sword she held in her hand, "And let me wait here, there are so many people in a mess here, is it a good place to meet?" You didn't even think to help me inform Ellie! β
Ai Rongzhu hesitated and said: "I didn't think of so much for a while, if you think it's too noisy and inappropriate for a tryst, you can choose another place, and I'll withdraw the fog array, hey, Sister Yun, why are you here?" She stared at Yong Bowen in surprise.
Yong Bowen slammed the punch into Ai Rongzhu's nose and mouth.
Ai Rongzhu's half-opened mouth was suddenly closed by this punch, and the flying sword that she didn't have time to spit out was suffocated back into her body, but the sword qi was already out, but it was not something that the internal organs could contain, and turned into a beam of white light that flew out along her nostrils and ears, and her nose was beaten by Yong Bowen's punch and was bloody. Ai Rongzhu covered his face, tears flowed for a long time, and he stared at Yong Bowen in disbelief. Yong Bowen was unmoved, and before she came back to her senses, she snapped, and posted more than a dozen talismans in a row, resetting Ai Rongzhu on the spot.
As the saying goes, hitting people doesn't slap their faces, especially if this is still a young and beautiful woman, how did Master Yongda get such a ruthless hand, he simply didn't have the slightest pity for jade.
"If you don't help me deliver the message, forget it, why do you lie to me?" Yong Bowen was very annoyed, all the words and daring feelings for such a long time were in vain, and then he remembered that the woman in front of him was even more furious, and he clenched his fists so loudly that she didn't need to send a message, and asked directly: "What is Aliyun's mobile phone number?" β
Ai Rongzhu replied with some panic: "I don't know, our disciples have always used flying swords to communicate with each other, and we never use mobile phones. β
"I don't believe it!" Yong Bowen was furious, "You are still not a modern person, you don't even use a mobile phone, can't you contact someone who is not in the magic world, and you can't use a flying sword to communicate?" It doesn't look like you're going to let you see it, you won't say it! "But I was a little hesitant in my heart, this Ai Rongzhu is Ai Liyun's cousin, if she is bullied ruthlessly, I am afraid that Ai Liyun will not be able to explain it, Ai Sister is angry, and Xiao Brother Yong will have to go around without eating. But seeing that she found a clue, this girl refused to cooperate honestly, which really made people angry, and she wouldn't be obedient if she wasn't punished. After hesitating for a moment, he was ruthless, and finally decided to come up with some means to give Ai Rongzhu some color to take a look, and immediately took out a talisman and pinched it in his hand, and said, "You forced me!" β
Ai Rongzhu's face changed, but it was not scared, but smug and schadenfreude, "The surname is Gu, you have been fooled!" β
"What?" Yong Bowen was stunned, and he felt that the cold wind was swishing in the back of his head, and the cold air was pressing, and he could clearly feel that the extremely sharp tip was facing that place, as long as he moved slightly, his head would be unceremoniously pierced! He tilted his head slightly, looked back with the corner of his eyeball, and saw a flying sword with a faint blue light hanging in the air, and the light on the sword couldn't help but swallow, like a poisonous snake's letter, looking for the target, ready to break out and hurt people anytime and anywhere.
"Hehe, surnamed Gu, I have already sent a sword message for help when you took away the flying sword just now. My mother was delaying your time just now. Just like you, you look like a toad, and you still want to marry Sister Yun, it's delusional! Don't think that if the ancestor agrees, this marriage will definitely be successful! Don't even think about asking Sister Yun to come out to meet, who do you think you are! β
Ai Rongzhu was a little smug, and he was still being restrained and couldn't move, so he had already started to train people.
Yong Bowen pulled the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile, "Do you know why the villains and supporting roles in novels and movies always fail?" β
"What?" Ai Rongzhu was stunned for a moment, Yong Bowen's whole person suddenly turned into a faint blood mist and calmly floated to the back of the blue flying sword, turned into a human form again, and gently and skillfully held the blue flying sword with a stretched hand, "Because there is too much nonsense!" β
The blue flying sword didn't resist at all, so it was held by Yong Bowen!
Ai Rongzhu was shocked, secretly thinking that this ancient spell was so strong that even the flying sword could be taken at will?
But the next moment, the flying sword trembled and flew rapidly, Yong Bowen was caught off guard for a while, and the whole person was taken up and submerged into the depths of the dense fog.
In the midst of that vast expanse, a slender and tall figure stood proudly, holding up his right hand to serve the flying sword.
Yong Bowen came with the flying sword breaking through the fog and approached quickly.
The figure did not dodge or dodge, it seemed to be confident, and when Yong Bowen approached, he was about to launch a thunderous blow.
Yong Bowen seemed to be glued to the flying sword, and he didn't know how to let go, so he rushed straight to the swordman, as if Zhizhu was in his hand, just waiting to get closer, he was going to make it difficult to strike a blow to win.
Although there is a lot of nonsense in the book, the real time is short, just a moment of work, and the two sides have reached a distance where they can breathe and hear.
Silently, the two of them slammed into one place solidly, fell to the ground, rolled together, hugged each other tightly, and rolled down the ground like wheels, rolling down, rolling into the depths of the fog.
Ai Rongzhu stretched her neck and stood still, staring at the place where Yong Bowen disappeared with wide eyes, only hating that the Tiangang Breaking Formation was still there, so that she couldn't see through the thick fog, and she didn't know how far the fierce battle was in the fog, and waited for an hour, and an hour, standing until her back hurt and her legs were flowering, but she just couldn't wait for any results and movements.