Surprise and attack unprepared!

As for why it's neither early nor late, here is another point of attention.

It's early, and the man may not have "slept" yet.

It's late, and Zhang Qiu can't stay up again.

That's why it's a good fit.

Just do it!

Anyway, Zhang Qiu is just a mixed food and waiting for death on weekdays, except for drinking and drinking in the mountains, he is wandering around the street, otherwise he can't make so many moths, and his brother Zhang He is going to go to prison to catch him in the last few days.

Idle is idle!

Zhang Qiu, who had made up his mind in such a daze, immediately went home and began to prepare.

And Zhang Sandan, who couldn't interject at all on his side, was dumb and ate coptis, and said that there was suffering.

What's going on?!

First, thinking that it would be too late to face that damn "Sword Immortal" Bi Ma Wen, Zhang Sandan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

By the way, why don't you have a double vision in front of my eyes......

It was in confusion that he saw a "grimace" on a spar decoration in the carriage, which frightened a spirit.

"The young master has a ghost!"

Then Zhang Qiu, who startled him, gave him a back slap, "It's okay, don't make noise!" ”

"You look at Lingqing with your eyes wide open!"

Hearing this, Zhang Sandan really glared at the pair of cross-eyed eyes, and carefully pondered the "ghost" of the cross-eyed.

This chin, this eyebrows, this nose......

Damn, how do you look familiar, why do you look so much like that person......

it!

……

On this "night", Xun Ming, who did not meditate and practice, but drew the talisman seal for half the night, stretched out his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead, feeling that his energy was slightly overdrawn, so he pushed open the door and went to the small courtyard to breathe.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he just caught two sneaky heads poking out of the corner of the wall on the side of the courtyard.

It was as if he saw Xun Ming walking out of the door, and the two people who were originally about to climb over the wall hurriedly retracted under the courtyard wall.

Kindness? The ghost is gone, isn't it?

Xun Ming's eyebrows were raised, and he was a little angry.

Again and again, again and again, then this is not a crime, but a beating.

So Xun Ming deliberately stretched his waist, lazily stretched out his hand in front of his mouth, yawned, and then slowly swayed around the yard.

Dangling was deliberate, but it was really not Xun Ming who was sleepy.

When a monk draws a talisman, he consumes not only spiritual power, but also energy and soul.

From the time he finished feeding the horses to this time, he had already drawn a lot of rune seals with a high rank in one go, and Xun Ming, who had not specialized in cultivating the soul like the formation master and the rune seal cultivators, was indeed a little tired.

When you finish cleaning up these two haunted "little ghosts", let's go to meditate and rest for a while.

The master and servant lying in the corner of the wall had different thoughts at this time.

Zhang Qiu was a little excited because of the "Dog's Day Bi Ma Wen" who was so good that he took the initiative to walk out of the room and beat himself as a live target.

And Zhang Sandan was in pain, racking his brains to figure out how to be beaten less under the hands of that "Sword Immortal" when something happened.

Young master, I stopped you before......

Just tilted his head like this, his eyes followed the direction of his nostrils and "quietly" observed Xun Ming for a short while, seized the opportunity of Xun Ming with his back to him, Zhang Qiu shook his hands, and held a short green bamboo pipe out of thin air.

With one hand, he took out a diamond-shaped fan iron dart, put it into one end of the bamboo pipe, glanced at Xun Ming's back, gathered his spiritual power, and Zhang Qiu puffed out his cheeks and blew hard.

A black shadow flashed out, and it was straight to Xun Ming's back!

Xun Ming's eyebrows and eyes suddenly froze, what a fast dart!

However, although he was surprised, Xun Ming still twisted his waist and abdomen, turned on his toes, and avoided the black shadow without accident.

"Lil—"

An unexpected hissing broke the silence in the courtyard.

Xun Ming's face suddenly froze.

Forget about it!

On one side of the courtyard is the stable where the spirit horses are.

The iron dart, after being dodged by Xun Ming, went straight through the curtain in front of the stable, shot into the stable, and pierced into the big eyes of a black horse that was sleeping on the ground.

Zhang Qiu, who missed the blow, was so angry that he slapped Zhang Sandan on the thigh next to him, and the pain made Zhang Sandan grin for a while.

However, after hearing the terrible sound of the horse, Zhang Qiu's movements were stiff.

Wipe! Something happened!

Then he and Zhang Sandan beside him pinched the back of the neck of a white-clothed figure with a gloomy face, dragged it and smashed it into the courtyard.

Two white rays flashed, and the two people in a daze were in a trance, and two snow-white swords were inserted between their legs, nailing their clothes to the floor tiles in the courtyard.

Sword...... Repair?!

Seeing Zhang Qiu clearly of the two flying swords, his eyelids suddenly began to jump wildly.

Jian Xiu is a fucking madman, this is almost common knowledge on the mountain.

Besides, you are a good sword cultivator and a hammer Bi Ma Wen?!

By the way, he's just a cave.

That's not right!

Who isn't Dongtian?!

Why is it that he catches Lao Tzu like lifting a chicken? Is sword cultivation so perverted?

Pampered since childhood, and has a powerful big brother who loves him, Zhang Qiu has never fought with anyone since he was a child, let alone with sword cultivation.

Xiu is lower than him, and he doesn't fight him, for fear that he will beat his cautious big brother back to the field.

If the cultivation is higher than him, he will not fight with him, because no matter whether he wins or loses, he will give Zhang He that damn worry.

Therefore, Zhang Qiu has drunk flower wine with Jian Xiu at most, and knows that Jian Xiu has all his eyes on the top of his head, and he doesn't have to look at the road when he walks his legs.

As a result, this first time against the sword cultivator, he gave the "chicken" to him......

Outrageous!

Where did Zhang Qiu suffer such grievances?

Then the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more angry he became, the more he supported the ground with one hand, that is, he wanted to take out the magic weapon to compare with that Bi Ma Wen.

Lao Tzu can't fight, but Lao Tzu is rich!

Can I take this anger?!

But before he stood up, he just hugged Zhang Sandan who was sitting next to him.

"Young Master! Calm down, calm down! ”

Zhang Qiu, who almost crooked his mouth, was about to scold, but he saw a silver-white small sword, which stopped in front of his eyebrows at some point, and the surface seemed to be covered with a layer of snow-white fluorescence, moving with his movements, and the tip of the sword was always aimed at his eyebrows.

It seems that as long as someone makes a move, the silver-white flying sword will pass through the skull.

Zhang Qiu, whose expression instantly became peaceful and quiet, smiled politely, and then put down his two buttocks that had just been lifted off the ground, very well-behaved.

And Zhang Sandan, who hugged Zhang Qiu and forgot to let go, had a complicated expression that was more ugly than crying.

An inky flying sword was also pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

Two white, one silver, and one black.

How many are these?!

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Rub, too anxious to make a mistake in the title....

This thing can't be changed, it's numb.....

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