The person behind Liu Yunlong used the face swapping technique.

It was to tear off the other party's face, and the process was extremely cruel.

And she had inadvertently stopped their good deeds a few times recently, and Liu Yunlong must have already been aware of her existence.

She had to be careful.

"Thank you, Mr. Miaoyuan, all my confusion has been solved."

"Wait, I've got something for you."

Master Miao Yuan stopped her, and he slowly got up and paced inside.

He was steady and powerful with every step, and he walked like a fly.

Soon, when Master Miao Yuan returned, he had an extra red sword in his hand.

I saw that the sword was about two feet long, and the sword body was made of dark iron and thin, revealing a faint cold light.

There was a golden dragon carving on the hilt, and the blade was extremely sharp, and the real blade at that time was like autumn frost.

"This is the Xuanwu Sword?"

Su Mian's eyes widened, and his face showed horror.

She had heard her master mention the Xuanwu Sword before, which was a rare and high-grade treasure.

Unexpectedly, it was actually in the hands of Master Miao Yuan.

"It's been a long time since I've taken it out."

Master Miaoyuan touched the sword body with some reluctance and handed it directly to Su Mian:

"After hearing you say these things today, I think you are better suited to use it than I am."

"Girl Su, congratulations on taking your master's place."

Lu Yi looked horrified.

Although he didn't understand the Taoist sword, he could see at a glance that this Xuanwu sword was extraordinary.

This depressed Taoist temple actually lived in seclusion with a master.

Fu Jiuyuan raised his eyes slowly, and the corners of his lips hooked a casual and lazy smile.

The little girl's connections are top-notch.

Su Mian was stunned for a few seconds, and slowly took Master Miaoyuan's sword.

She blinked her smart eyes, black and black soaked in a layer of mist.

Obviously, he hasn't come back to his senses yet:

"Thank you, teacher, it will be returned twice as much."

The corners of Master Miaoyuan's lips lifted slightly, and he got up and urged her to go about her own business.

So, Su Mian and the three of them chatted a few words and left.

Master Miaoyuan looked at Fu Jiuyuan's back in a wheelchair, stroked his long beard, and muttered:

"As soon as the soul assassination technique is broken, this son is like a Dapeng rising with the wind one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles!"

"At that time, the pattern of the four major families in Kyoto will be disrupted again, and as for who can reach the top, it all depends on personal creation."

Su Mian was overjoyed with a sword, and his steps down the mountain were much brisker.

Fu Jiuyuan picked his lips wickedly, and his dark eyes looked at her dotingly:

"Kids, happy?"

Su Mian touched the sword body like a baby, and smiled sweetly.

She was in a good mood, so she crackled and said a lot of things:

"Ninth Master, do you know? The Xuanwu Sword is much more powerful than the peachwood sword I used before. ”

"Some of the advanced Dao techniques recorded in the ancient books must be used. Without it, that technique would not have worked. ”

"The most important thing is that this Xuanwu Sword can be upgraded to the Northern Xuanhai Sword in the future."

Fu Jiuyuan chuckled lightly, and his laughter was magnetic and hearty.

The little girl is really a fan of metaphysics.

"How can the Xuanwu Sword be upgraded?"

Su Mian's little face collapsed slightly, and she shook her head:

"I don't know about this, Master only mentioned it to me before his death."

She had to go back and look through the ancient books, and she didn't know if there was any record on them.

The three of them chatted and soon came to the foot of the mountain.