Bai Ling also realized that the martial arts cultivation he had obtained by this opportunity, the aura was too strong, and the top priority was indeed to give priority to adapting to and being proficient in this cultivation, which naturally included the retraction and release of the breath.

The orange-robed man nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Now that you have this kind of cultivation, it will indeed be a great help for what you want to do. The matter of the life card, be sure to hurry. ”

Bai Ling nodded, hesitated for a few moments, but still opened his mouth and listened to him: "Brother, the people of the Hua family have entered the WTO." ”

When the orange-robed man heard this, his eyelids moved slightly, and he looked a little puzzled and shocked. I saw that the orange-robed man frowned, and his right hand couldn't help but stick out of his sleeve.

No matter how many times he looks at this bloody hand, it is still terrifying.

The orange-robed man rubbed his chin with his hand, thought for a while, and said, "Although it is earlier than expected, it is time to come, and it will come sooner or later." Little flower, I saw an interesting little boy in the cold city, and he looks a little similar to you......"

The orange-robed man's words were not finished, but Bai Ling was excited, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

Bai Ling hurriedly asked: "But is it a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, dressed in a purple robe, with a bow and arrow in hand, and the costume of the Hua family?"

After hearing this, the orange-robed man did not show a look of surprise and doubt, but only nodded slightly. He nodded, and Bai Ling's face was full of joy.

Bai Ling hurriedly asked: "Brother sees this young man, is this young man well?" Is the person fat or thin, black or white?"

A series of concerns, the orange-robed man couldn't help laughing, patted Bai Ling on the shoulder with his hand, smiled, and then said: "Compared with his peers, this kid is not bad." Although he tried his best to hide it, he could still see that this kid was a cripple. When I went to Lincheng, he was following Zhong Xihou's side, as if he had a small calculation in his heart, but he was very ghostly. ”

Bai Ling was also grinning, his eyes were full of reassurance, and he muttered: "That's good, that's good." ”

Then, the orange-robed man spoke again: "I forgot to say, this kid is still carrying a purple bow and a basket of arrows of different colors. If you look closely, the bow and arrow are all treasures. ”

Hearing the orange-robed man's words, Bai Ling couldn't help frowning, and his face was full of doubts. When the orange-robed man saw Bai Ling's expression, he was also slightly puzzled, and without waiting for him to ask, Bai Ling muttered again.

"If it's good, it's the Ancestral Bow and the Mountain Fowl Order. My brother can say it so clearly, and he won't be wrong when he thinks about it, but he really can't figure it out, it's rare for Hong'er to escape from the Hua family, how can he take these two reports out of the Hua family by the way?"

I don't understand things, I can't figure it out, the orange-robed man doesn't care how Hua Shaohong has his Hua family's ancestor treasure bow and the mountain fowl order, he said: "If it weren't for me who went to Lincheng, that kid would be chased and killed by Yan Yunqi's people." ”

After Bai Ling heard this, her expression changed again, and she was full of nervousness.

Without Bai Ling opening his mouth to ask, the orange-robed man smiled and explained: "When I went to Lincheng for my brother, in addition to meeting my old friends, I was also ordered to take away the dancing sword of Zhongxi Hou. It's a pity that it's too late, the Dancing Pheasant Sword has been abolished, and this Zhongxi Hou didn't know where to get another one that looks like the Dancing Pheasant Sword, an ice blue listening rain sword. Originally, my brother wanted to use this sword to make an errand, but things were muddyed by this kid. ”

After Bai Ling heard this, he couldn't help but smile. He could be sure that Zhong Xihou was a reliable person at this time. But thinking that the orange-robed man was a little worried because Hong'er didn't complete the task, he hurriedly asked, "How should that brother deal with the people above?"

The orange-robed man was a little helpless, smiled, and said in a somewhat indifferent tone: "Zhong Xihou handed over his dancing sword that was broken in two to me, even if it is unsatisfactory, it should be enough." ”

Bai Ling thought about it again and again, but he didn't notice that the two of them had already arrived at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion. The guards at the gate saw that it was their own city lord, and they were a little more energetic when they stood guard. The orange-robed people noticed one by one, these guards saw him, and he was also curious about his identity, but these guards were not wrong, and their eyes did not move with their pace.

The orange-robed man followed Bai Ling into the City Lord's Mansion, and after a rockery, there was no one around, Bai Ling lowered his voice and said, "The previous city lord once secretly hid a sword, if my brother needs it, I can take it to hand it over." ”

The orange-robed man was slightly curious, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Bai Ling. He motioned for the orange-robed man to follow him, and the orange-robed man nodded, then looked back at his donkey. Bai Ling smiled and waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.

The orange-robed man walked to the donkey's side, took a stick wrapped in coarse cloth from the donkey, and walked away with Bai Ling, leaving the donkey to wander around the city lord's mansion alone.

The place where the two went together was Bai Ling's office and the study where guests were welcomed. Although the study is not large, it is also tightly organized, with rows of bookshelves full of papers, and sets of brown desks and chairs for office. On the east side of the room, by the window, there is a tea table, five chairs, and behind the main seat, there is a shelf for placing tea in the gap.

The orange-robed man entered the room and felt it carefully, but he didn't feel the slightest hint of sword intent, and couldn't help but wonder a little.

Bai Ling naturally knew what the orange-robed man was wondering about, smiled slightly, and then the aura on his body emanated, filling the entire study. The orange-robed man still stood in place, his hands hidden in his sleeves, unmoved, unaffected by the diffuse aura.

The breath was dispersed, and it originally filled the entire study, but after a while, this breath was continuously gathered and sucked away by a strong suction. The source of the suction was just a floor tile on the left back side of his wooden desk.

The orange-robed man thought it was interesting, and walked towards the floor tile, not using his hands, but lightly stomping on the tile with his foot. It was just a kick, and I didn't see any strength, and the floor tile was directly shattered, and after a while, it was completely shattered, and it directly became powder.

The breath in the room that had not yet been fully absorbed gathered like the wind, blowing away the fragments of the floor tiles. Cool text

The orange-robed man looked down again, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook slightly. Good guy, this is hidden, are you really not afraid of encountering characters like the Four Great Thieves?

Without the floor tiles, there is soil underneath, and in the soil, a vertical wooden box is clearly buried. The orange-robed man looked at Bai Ling, who didn't speak, just nodded.

The orange-robed man smiled at him again, and then he placed the stick wrapped in coarse cloth in his hand on the wooden table in Bai Ling's office beside him. Another kick and stomped on the ground. The wooden box seemed to have received a strong impact from the bottom, and the whole wooden box flew out of the dirt.

This time, the orange-robed man reached out and grabbed the wooden box directly. The top and bottom of the wooden box are palm-sized squares, but they are more than four feet long. It can be seen that what is hidden inside should also be a long item such as a sword or whip. No matter how bad it is, it should be a painting.

There is no need to guess, what is hidden here is indeed the sword that Bai Ling told him.

The orange-robed man's movements were nothing to speak of, and the bloody hand was slightly forced, and the wooden box shattered in an instant. The bloody hand let go and quickly reached forward, and the bloody hand grabbed something, the hilt of the sword. The sawdust fell, and the orange-robed man looked over, and he was holding a sword in his backhand at this moment.

Looking at this sword carefully, this sword is not gorgeous, I don't know how long it has been stored underground, and the sword body is still as bright as a mirror. Ordinary three feet and three, the sword body is on all sides, slightly red, and there is no blood inducing groove. The orange-robed man moved his wrist, held the sword in his forehand, stretched out his left hand, and flicked the sword body with two fingers, the sound was crisp, and there was a faint sound of a dragon's groan. The orange-robed man straightened the sword again, and saw the word "angry sky" reflected in the reflection on the sword.

The orange-robed man nodded, looking quite satisfied.

Originally, Bai Ling was a little sad when he saw that his study was a mess by the orange-robed man, but when he saw the orange-robed man's eyes when he looked at the sword, he couldn't help but smile and asked, "Brother, this sword is a good sword?"

The orange-robed man nodded, his eyes staring at the reddish sword in his hand, and he couldn't move it away.

"This sword is called a dusty ······"

"Fury!"

Before Bai Ling could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the orange-robed man. Bai Ling was slightly stunned, and the orange-robed man looked at him, his face was also puzzled. Then, with another movement of his wrist, he held the sword in his backhand again. The hand was slightly forward, and the hilt of the sword was facing Bai Ling, motioning for him to take the sword and take a look.

Bai Ling looked puzzled, took the reddish sword, and when he saw the faint word anger on the sword, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"When did these two words appear on the head of this sword?"

The orange-robed man smiled, and then there were doubts and curiosity in his tone, and he said: "I thought that the Dancing Sword was a sword unparalleled in the world, but how did I know that I met the sword called Listening to the Rain in Lincheng, and now I see this angry sky here." These three swords are different in color, and the others, such as shape, length, and even pattern, are all exactly the same. ”

Bai Ling was still puzzled, and muttered: "It's strange, the former city lord of this cold city left this wooden box, and the word splash dust was clearly written on it. The last time I took out this sword, I didn't see the word "angry" on the sword. ”

The orange-robed man stretched out his hand, and Bai Ling also handed the sword back. The orange-robed man carefully looked at the sword in his hand again, and then, with two fingers together, slowly stroked the sword. The sword made a slight trembling sound, and when it was heard in the ears, it actually made people feel a little calmer. This kind of calming trembling, I don't understand why the sword roars as the word rage.

The orange-robed man smiled and said, "It seems that this Angry Sky Sword is also a rare spiritual sword. I don't know, this Angry Sky Sword is also this Long Yao in the hands of my brother, who is better. ”

With that, the orange-robed man grabbed the wooden table in Bai Ling's office with his left hand, and the stick-like object wrapped in coarse cloth was caught. Slowly unraveling the coarse cloth, a golden light shot out, dazzling. Bai Ling squinted slightly, and looked closely, the one wrapped in coarse cloth was also a sword, a sword with a sheath, and it was a sword made of gold with dazzling light.

The hilt of the sword is the same as the scabbard, entangled in the golden dragon, faintly exuding a kingly domineering spirit. Long Yao, Long Yao, Bai Ling couldn't help nodding, the sword was already unsheathed and he already felt the extraordinariness of this sword, which was worthy of being listed among the top ten famous swords and crowned with the name of Wang Jian.

On the other hand, the reddish sword held in the right hand by the orange-robed man, if this sword is the same as the top ten famous swords, and is named the holy sword, it is indeed an exaggeration.

"Little Flower, why do you call this sword a splash of dust?"

Bai Ling was only helpless at the moment, smiled, and replied: "The former city lord of this cold city called this sword a splash of dust, and said that this sword has the ability to open the sky, but now it seems that it is a joke." ”

The orange-robed man didn't care about this, nodded slightly, and then said, "I like this sword brother so much, so I'm not polite to you." ”

Bai Ling smiled and continued: "Whether it is splashing dust or angry, my brother likes it, and it is enough. Originally, I planned to use this sword as a bargaining chip to win over the jade-faced white dragon, calculating the time, but now I don't need it. ”

Bai Ling's words made the orange-robed man a little puzzled, he frowned slightly, and looked at Bai Ling with a puzzled expression.

Bai Ling cleared his throat, the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a slight evil smile, and said, "At this moment, the contemporary sword saint of the Dusk Cold Building is silent, and he should have already faced that Liang Boye." It doesn't matter who the two of them die, after this battle, Liang Boye will either die or be disabled. ”

Bai Ling smiled, he couldn't imagine that the orange-robed man's eyes were a little dull. After a while, he was slightly angry, and shouted at Bai Ling: "Little flower, you are confused." You know how much trouble you've caused!"