This sword of the predecessor of Mu looks excellent. If only she could have such a sword.

One didn't pay attention, and there was a tingling pain at the end of his finger.

Ahh

Yan Zhuo hurriedly stopped, but it was too late, and the red blood beads had already dripped onto the painting.

She didn't care about her own hands, and hurriedly took out her handkerchief to wipe it, but saw that the blood had seeped into the painting very quickly, as if she was afraid that she would take it away.

Looking at the painting stained by blood, Yan Zhuo's heart was sorry, this is also the portrait of his master, how could he be so careless.

The infinite remorse in her heart came to her, and she stood a little farther away, full of apologies, and leaned down to bow a few more times.

Things are no longer helpful, and I hope that her distant master can forgive her if he knows.

Yan Zhuo got up after bowing, but saw that there seemed to be a flash of silver light in front of her, she quickly dodged it, and a strand of her hair was not so lucky, and fell to the ground in a fluttering manner.

Who is it!

Is there anyone else in the space?

Yan Zhuo was startled, and searched all over the house, but there was no one to see.

Is it Qingfeng?

Yan Zhuo frowned, his little kid was too joking, what if he hurt her?

"Qingfeng, Qingfeng?"

Yan Zhuo shouted with annoyance.

In the space, there was only her voice, and no answer could be heard.

Yan Zhi saw that the little kid hadn't come out for a long time, and he was even more sure that it was him.

"Don't let me see you next time, this little kid, or else, hmph, you're good-looking!"

Yan Zhuo snorted coldly, picked up the strand of hair on the ground, and walked to the side of the bed again. At this time, she remembered the egg that had been hatched before, and she didn't know what happened to that egg after so long.

She reached out and pulled open the drawer under the table, only to see the egg rise and fall slightly, obviously the life inside the egg was breathing, and as she gently stroked the egg, she felt a very comfortable and trusting feeling in her heart at the same time.

This is this little life greeting itself.

It's really intimate, Yan Zhuo smiled slightly, "Little guy, you have to grow up quickly, I'm waiting for your arrival." ”

Her eyes were caring, caring, and her expression and tone were gentle.

Shout!

Another flash of silver light stabbed towards Yan Zhuo, who quickly picked up the egg in the drawer, and the person also turned around and left the range of the silver light attack just now.

"Qingfeng, you're enough!"

Yan Zhuo was really annoyed at this moment.

"You come out! If you're angry, let's go head-to-head!"

What are she doing? Where is she sorry for him? Fighting without saying a word, this is murder, is it good!

Yan Zhuo stared around vigilantly, but still didn't see a figure.

She couldn't wait to take out the green jade and get the guy out who hid his head and tail, but she couldn't help it, the green jade was already in her body, she ...... cough, I don't know how to take it out, whether I can take it out.

She had no choice but to shout, "Qingfeng, Qingfeng, you little brat, little brat, little brat, come out quickly!"

Qingfeng doesn't like others to say that he is "small", she has to say it today, look at this, don't make him angry!

Still, there was no movement.

Yan Zhuo wondered, this guy, who hadn't seen him for many days, why did he become so weird now?

Yan Zhuo stood in place, looking around, thinking in his eyes, but in fact he was secretly vigilant.

Shout!

Another flash of silver light!

This time, Yan Zhuo can see it, she is ruthless in her heart, no matter what it is, she will catch it when she gets started.

The silver light didn't seem to expect her to be so violent, and paused slightly, and at this moment, it was caught in the hand by the quick-eyed Yan Zhuo.

Another tingling was coming!

There's also a familiar suction.

What is this?!

Before Yan Zhuo could see it clearly, he felt these two feelings first. She felt bad in her heart, and as soon as she shook her hand, she wanted to throw out the things in her hand.

And that thing, like kraft candy, was extremely difficult to entangle, clinging to her hand.

Yan Zhuo wanted to cry without tears, oh my God, who did she provoke again.

She smashed her mouth aggrievedly, and had no choice but to accept her fate.

She didn't shake it off, and it was quiet over there, but the pain in the palm of her hand and the feeling of blood loss did not lessen in the slightest.

Slowly, the silver light dissipated, and Yan Zhuo saw it clearly.

Her eyes were wide open, and she didn't care about crying out in pain, she just wanted to jump.

Oh my God!

What kind of fairy luck is this, what she has in her hand is actually a sword.

It's a sword, the sword she's always dreamed of!

She took a closer look at the sword from beginning to end, and it was in good shape, good in color, good in material, well, good in Lido.

Didn't you see her hands, they were all easily cut?

She has practiced "Forging the Soul Decision", and her body has been tempered as she continues to upgrade, and her strength has already been greatly enhanced. It is said that her hands will not be cut by ordinary sharp weapons, but this sword can be easily done, so she is naturally not an ordinary soldier.

Yan Zhuo didn't feel any pain, nor did she feel pale due to blood loss, her heart was sweet, looking at this sword, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

It seems that it wasn't Qingfeng messing around just now, she stuck out her tongue, thanks to Qingfeng not being shouted out by her, otherwise, she would have been killed.

Thinking of the little guy's fierce appearance, she was still a little scared.

The silver light before that was this naughty little guy, did he want to get her attention?

Yan Zhuo was happy, without any guilt, whitewashing the rude behavior of the sword in his hand just now.

Her eyes were bright, the corners of her mouth were smiling, and she gently stroked the body of the sword with her hand, the sword trembled slightly, as if responding to her, and Yan Zhuo became even more excited.

Does this mean that the sword recognizes her?

Hey, if this sword knew what she was thinking, I'm afraid I'd faint. Master, are you so unaware? If you don't approve of you, why are you chasing after you, why do you want your blood?

Yan Zhuo only cares about music, and it is difficult to describe her excitement now.

Her space is too good for her, and she will give whatever she lacks.

This sword must have come out of the portrait.

She took the sword and walked to the portrait, only to see that the blood droplets in the portrait were gone, and it seemed that there had never been blood dripping on it......

Yan Zhuo looked at the sword in his hand, and then looked at the sword on the painting, they looked at each other, they were a little similar, they seemed to be the same, but if you looked at the details carefully, you could recognize that these were two swords.

The overall design of the sword on the painting is relatively simple, but the material, just by looking at the painting, you know that it is very expensive. On the sword body, there are also carved lines, I don't know what it is used for, but it is very beautiful and looks very powerful. At the hilt of the sword, there is also a clearly engraved word "jade", which is the sword of the predecessor of Mu at a glance.

And the one in her hand, Yan Zhuo weighed, this sword is a little heavy, the sword body is silver-white, the texture on the sword body is somewhat mysterious, and on the hilt, there is a small cloud shape, with the word "green" written in small characters on one side and "cloud" written on the other.

The sword in her hand has stopped sucking blood, and now she is obedient, and she is no longer obedient before, allowing Yan Zhuo to look at her casually, and rubbing her palm affectionately.

Of course, this time, it has completely become her possession, and there is a contract engraved on her body, so naturally it can't and won't hurt her.

Yan Zhuo's hand didn't hurt anymore, but now, her mouth was still wide open, and her eyes flashed with shock.

She read that right!

As if in disbelief, she picked up the sword again, flipped it over and over again, and saw that the words "green" and "cloud" were on it, so she sighed again and closed her mouth in surprise.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, she said that she didn't know what luck she had in this life, not only got the "Qingyun Sword Technique", but now she got the "Qingyun Sword".

Oh my God, is she going to be too happy?!

still remembers her longing when she watched "Qingyun Sword Technique" before, and she was embarrassed to be without a sword before...... Now there is everything, and it is the most suitable.

Yan Zhuo picked up the sword in his hand again, and stroked it very lovingly, this sword is very beautiful, very aura, she likes it very much, and, from the bottom of her heart, this sword is very suitable for her, as if it was tailor-made for her.

In her mind, she remembered the person who danced the sword before, that person, I don't know if it was the owner of this sword and sword tricks?

Yan Zhuo recalled the man's abundant appearance, and was fascinated for a while.

She looked down at the sword again, she had this sword and sword technique, no matter how difficult it was to practice in the future, she would not back down.

She, Yan Zhuo, will naturally practice that person's demeanor and practice her unique demeanor!

The brilliance and firmness in Yan Zhuo's eyes made her shine brightly.

She put everything in order, went out of the door, and when she reached the courtyard, she danced with her sword.

The sword light flashed, and the moves in her mind were deduced by her little by little.

She had never held a sword before, but that didn't stop her from doing it very well for the first time. If you want to talk about the reason, it is the person's drill in the exercises, which is too good, so that she can grasp the trick in an instant.

It doesn't matter how you use the sword, or how you use the sword.

At this moment, Yan Zhuo's heart was full of swordsmanship, and the sword in her hand was taken by her to make one action after another, and all the movements she had memorized before were practiced in this space.

The first time, there were some stumbles, but the movements were complete.

The second time, it was much smoother.

Third, fourth......

Yan Zhuo kept dancing the sword, striving for perfection, and began to abuse himself again.

The sword is already connected with her heart, and now it has been run in a few times, and it is even more convenient, she is like an arm command, the faster she practices, the more she practices, the more she focuses, the more she practices, the more she devotes, and even the sweat on her head can't be wiped off, she just keeps dancing, and there is no tendency to stop at all.

The bamboo leaves fell one after another under the sword qi, and the thin figure in the bamboo forest was even more unconventional.