"Is it pretty?"

Zhuohua's body shook, and she didn't even notice anyone at all.

"Is the woman in the painting pretty?"

Zhuohua looked around, but didn't find where the person was. It seems that this person's cultivation is much higher than hers. She replied, "Pretty good." ”

"You have a vision." There was a hint of pride in his voice.

Zhuohua's head was full of black lines, and he didn't know what this senior was going to do for a while.

"The younger generation took the liberty to come here and disturb the seniors, hoping that the seniors will forgive their sins." Either way, it's definitely right to apologize first.

"It's not a disturbance, I'll know it from the moment you came in. I've been keeping an eye on you. The voice said faintly, "Oh yes, and the stupid ones who came in later." ”

Zhuohua shook slightly, didn't he know that he had taken the gold himself? Well...... He's not going to go back, is he?

Seeing Zhuohua's nervous appearance, he instantly guessed what this girl was thinking. He couldn't help but feel a stump, is he that kind of person? It's just gold, and he won't go back on his word.

"Since it's for you, you won't ask for it again, you don't have to make that anti-thief expression."

Zhuohua's body stiffened and laughed awkwardly.

"Little girl, are you a sword cultivator?"

"Yes." Zhuohua replied respectfully.

The voice didn't sound again.

Just when Zhuohua was a little confused, the owner of the voice finally appeared.

He was dressed in a white robe, his dark eyes revealed a fierce momentum, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his temperament was cold.

"Senpai." Zhuohua bowed respectfully to him.

The man waved his hand and said, "Can you lend me your sword?" ”

"Hmm......" Zhuohua hesitated for a moment, but still handed Twilight Gui both hands.

The sword of sword cultivation cannot be given to others at will, but Zhuohua's sword neither recognized the master, nor did it give birth to a sword spirit, so it is better to borrow it from others. What's more, the force value of the person in front of him is simply crushing to himself, and he can't beat him, so he might as well hand it over obediently.

After figuring it out, the remaining unhappiness in my heart was also suppressed.

The man took the twilight return, and his slender fingers tapped on the sword, and the sword body instantly let out a snort.

Zhuohua's heart couldn't help but sway a trace of pride, and she looked at the man in front of her with a little surprise. The cry of returning at dusk just now is a sense of identity and surrender.

Rao is that she has used Twilight for so long, and she has never gained such a sense of surrender. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but have a trace of curiosity in her eyes when she looked at the person in front of her, and silently guessed in her heart, who is this person?

The man didn't care about Zhuohua's gaze in the slightest, and the man was still concentrating on studying the sword in his hand. He injected a trace of spiritual power into it, and then, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It was a long time before he returned the sword to Zhuohua.

"The sword is not bad, and as far as you are concerned, it is shit luck to be able to get a sword of this level."

Although this is true, no matter how Zhuohua listens to it, it is quite awkward.

"It's just that if you wait for you to ascend in the future, I'm afraid the grade of this sword is far from enough." The man sighed regretfully, and there was an inexplicable trace of disgust in his eyes when he looked at the sword in his hand.

Zhuo Hua looked at this person who was talking with a blank face, and he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd??

"There seems to be an inexplicable aura in your sword that helps it hide its true rank, a little, like a ghost, but it doesn't seem to be." The man shook his head in confusion, as if he had been caught up in some difficult puzzle.