Chapter 120: The Sorrow of Little Sword

Wu Qingtao sat quietly on a big rock, motionless, looking into the distance, and he didn't know what he was looking at?

Xiao Jian saw Wu Qingtao's appearance like this, and knew that the banana beef stew he had said was in the soup. There was no way, Xiaojian had to get up by himself and go down the mountain to pick plantains to eat, and if he was lucky, he might be able to meet a lone cow cub.

I want to eat meat!

Xiao Jian shouted in his heart, but on the surface, he was calm, and walked quietly down the mountain, not daring to disturb Wu Qingtao.

After all, Xiaojian is just a younger brother, and the one who came to accompany his eldest brother Wu Qingtao to practice is equivalent to the companion of the young master of a rich family in the world.

Xiaojian slowly descended the mountain, because it was too large and it was at a high place, it was very eye-catching. Many of the fire bulls raised their heads and looked at the little sword with great vigilance.

Alas, it seems that you can't eat meat anymore.

Xiaojian was very helpless in his heart, but fortunately, there were also some banana trees on the top of the mountain, and there were a lot of plantains, so he would not go hungry.

As everyone knows, since the incident of Wu Qingtao stealing the cows just now, all the female fire cows have watched their children tightly, and they can't leave an inch, and they can't do it at all.

I thought it was sad enough to eat raw meat again, but I didn't expect to rely on vegetarianism to wrap my stomach. Alas, the tiger is bumpy.

Xiao Jian had a bitter face, eating plantains, and he didn't even peel the skin.

And Wu Qingtao thought about it until sunset, then he stood up, took out the Fengyin sword, and practiced the clutch swordsmanship - Yin Li.

Yingxia forges the body, practices the sword every night, practices the * day burning the heavenly palm during the day, and practices the burning sutra at night. This is Wu Qingtao's current cultivation method.

Carrying the sword, Wu Qingtao slowly practiced the Yin Li-style moves, and felt that when he swung the sword, a breath gushed out from all over his body, not much, but it made Wu Qingtao feel a little cold.

"Wu Qingtao..."

Suddenly, Wu Qingtao's voice came from behind him.

Wu Qingtao turned around, and his back felt numb. I don't know when Jian Wuregret appeared behind Wu Qingtao and was looking at Wu Qingtao. His eyes are deep, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

"Eh, kid, what's the matter with my brother?" Anyway, Su Xian is here. Last time, it was because of Su Xian's carelessness that Jian Wuregret had a chance to take advantage of it.

It's a pity that Wu Qingtao still didn't kill. (Thank you for the halo given by my brother ~ Wu Qingtao from the heart)

(Hehe, don't forget to invite me to dinner~ a certain demon)

"Wu Qingtao, for the strong, you must have enough respect. Even if I have no regrets, I am only fourteen years old this year. But there is a difference between a half-immortal and a mortal. Jian Wuregret raised his head arrogantly, and the lofty look on his face made Wu Qingtao look very unhappy.

"Little brat, if you have something to say, your brother Tao still has to cook for the old man. Su Xian in the distance shouted with a big grin.

Jian Wuregret frowned, but he still saluted Su Xian very respectfully, bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb my seniors." The kid left after speaking. ”

Seeing the appearance of Jian Wuregret being trained, Wu Qingtao laughed secretly.

Thanks to Su Xian, this old guy definitely did it on purpose!

However, it helped Wu Qingtao a lot and helped Wu Qingtao breathe a sigh of relief.

"Wu Qingtao, clutch swordsmanship is unfathomable. I want you to keep your promise and fight me in three years. Also, don't let me down!" Jian Wuregret finished speaking, and did not wait for Wu Qingtao to reply, but turned around and volleyed away, his face was still a little pale, and it seemed that he was not lightly injured.

"Hehe, three years, Lao Tzu will definitely trample you under your feet in three years!" Wu Qingtao raised his middle finger fiercely in the direction where Jian Wuregret was gone, and secretly despised in his heart.

In three years, anything is possible!

Damn, this world only has the share of the brother pretending to be compared, dare to pretend to be in front of the brother, just wait to be stepped on by the brother!

In fact, when he was just in the lower realm, Jian Wuregret had a little impression of the name Su Xian, as if he had heard it somewhere.

But when facing Su Xian's sword, the sword had no regrets and almost couldn't even hold the sword steadily. And that sword was absolutely beautiful! Even in the Sword Pavilion of the Heavenly Sword Sect, no one could use such a terrifying sword.

If Su Xian was not holding a branch, but a real sword, and his cultivation was not suppressed at the level of a half-immortal, how strong would it be?

Jian Wuregret didn't know what level of strength Su Xian was in his heyday. But it is said that back then, the Heavenly Sword Sect sent many Sword Pavilion disciples to be on full alert, just to find an immortal who had just ascended to the Heavenly Realm......

Because of Su Xian's existence, Jian Wuregret, who originally regarded Wu Qingtao as an ant, actually became fanatical about this appointment!

Thinking too much, Jian Wuregret accidentally pulled the wound, the hideous and revealing scar on his chest.