One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

"Is your sword good? You can't even chop off branches!" Meng Guiying looked at the motionless branches, and couldn't help complaining about the broken cloud fan in his heart.

"These twigs are not ordinary twigs, they are Spring Tree Swords, do you want to cut off your own sword?" Broken Cloud Fan was speechless.

It seems that it is necessary to find a time to introduce myself to the new owner.

When Meng Guiwen heard the words, surprise flashed in his eyes.

Since he couldn't cut off his own sword, how could he kill this white mist bear?

Meng Guiwen didn't believe that Broken Cloud Fan said that Chun Shu could be taken back.

But she doesn't take Haruki back now, and she has no way to kill Bai Wuxiong.

She can only put away Haruki.

Without the blessing of spiritual power, those branches shrank instantly, and turned back into an ordinary-looking long sword.

But after taking back the spring tree, what Meng Guiwen saw was not a frisky white mist bear.

It was a white mist bear frozen there.

There are countless small red dots on its body.

And the white mist bear has lost its breath.

Meng Guiyi immediately put away all the swords, feeling a little puzzled.

"This is Haruki's attack. It is called Moisturizing and Silent. It is the mildest attack and will not leave a terrible wound, but the inside of this white mist bear has been shredded." Broken Cloud Fan proudly said in Meng Gui Ning explained in his mind.

Hearing this, Meng Guiwen was in a cold sweat.

The inside is chopped, is this still tender?

As Bai Wuxiong fell down, Meng Guiwen turned to look at Hua Longyue and Gu Junchao.

"What are you doing? Didn't you tell you to run away?" Meng Guiwen's tone became much more serious.

Although she does want the fur of the white mist bear.

Available before life and fur.

As long as you are not stupid, you will choose to protect your own life first.

"But you are behind me." Gu Junchao barely stood, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

When Meng Guiwen heard this, he thought he had heard it wrong.

"What?" Meng Guiwen asked again.

"If we escape, what will Bai Wuxiong do if he chases you and Lin Yue?" Hua Yuanyue repeated Gu Junchao's words.

It is naturally very simple for them to escape.

But behind them are Meng Guiwen and Lin Yue.

Meng Guiwen was slightly taken aback, then sighed helplessly.

After all, she was the one who talked too much before about wanting the fur of the white mist bear.

So these two people will do it.

"I know, but I still want to say one thing, no matter what you do, you need to do what you can. If your lives are gone, then there will be nothing." Moved or angry by this kind of heroism.

But at least, she will never be able to say what she wants in front of these two people in the future.

They can even risk their own lives for the sake of others.

But she, Meng Guiwen, couldn't do that.

If in the end, in order to protect these two people, he would let himself die.

She didn't know how she would choose.

Therefore, she had to let these two people know that their lives were very important.

Although she thought so selfishly for her own sake.

Um...

so tired.

Sure enough, to be a friend of the protagonist, the thinking must be unified with the protagonist.

But she can't...

very tired.

Meng Guiwen fell down completely.

never mind...

So be it.

Hua Longyue and Gu Junchao are the protagonists.

She can't force the protagonist to cooperate with her.

Then I can only let myself cooperate with the protagonist.

Isn't it just about fighting and killing?

Come on then! ! !

But before that, let her rest first...

-

Hua Yuanyue looked at Meng Guiwen who was still talking just now, but suddenly fell to the ground.

Immediately rushed up in shock.

Seeing that Meng Guiwen was not injured, but fell asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Yue also hurried over.

She was sure that Meng Guiying was fine, so she went to see Gu Junchao.

His injuries hadn't healed before.

He was slapped by Bai Wuxiong just now.

Now it's hurting more.

Huayuanyue sighed.

Although she and Gu Junchao can be regarded as hating each other.

But Gu Junchao helped him endure that moment just now.

After Meng Guiwen was settled, Hua Yuanyue handed over a porcelain vase.

"Take it, this is the elixir I made myself. Although it is not as good as those high-quality elixir from Furong Valley, it is more than enough to heal your internal injuries." Hua Yuanyue said.

Gu Junchao didn't want to lose face either.

"Thank you." Gu Junchao thanked.

Seeing him take it, Hua Yuanyue turned around and sat down not far from him.

It's just that her eyes were always on the sleeping Meng Guiwen.

"Gui Ni doesn't seem to like us working so hard." Hua Yuanyue clasped her knees with both hands, and then said out loud.

Although Meng Guiwen didn't have much expression on his face.

But she could feel that Meng Guiwen was going to die of anger.

"I have this kind of character, and I want to take down the opponent even if I die." Gu Junchao took the elixir and made seals with both hands, letting the elixir slowly nourish the wound.

When Hua Yuanyue heard this, she glanced at Gu Junchao.

But he didn't speak again.

-

Meng Guiwen was lying in a state of mind at this moment.

In front of her are eighteen long swords.

She hadn't observed the Broken Cloud Fan carefully before.

Not to mention the origin of the Broken Cloud Fan.

Now that she was dragged into this state of mind by the Broken Cloud Fan, she wanted to introduce her own background to her.

"My real name is Broken Cloud Fan, but unfortunately all the bones of the fan have been broken, leaving only two big bones. It was the previous master who helped me reshape the body of the fan and turned eighteen long swords into my fan bones.

Today you already know the names of the three long swords, so let me tell you about the remaining fifteen long swords. "

Meng Guiwen lazily listened to the broken cloud fan, his eyes flicked across the eighteen long swords.

Among them, the three that she used alone stood in front of her.

On the body of the sword near the hilt, two small golden characters appeared.

They are Kunlong, Haruki and Wugou.

"Your former master was quite free. He made a sword with only one name. Does he remember so many names?" Meng Guiying couldn't help complaining.

"Don't be unreasonable, my former master, how can you make irresponsible remarks." Broken Cloud Fan retorted.

"Huh? I can't even talk about it. Could it be the one who sealed the entrance to the Demon World 2 years ago? I heard that he likes refining weapons." Meng Guiwen straightened up as he spoke.

As far as the weapon that was forged by that mighty man, none of the weapons that have been handed down to this day is not a magic weapon.

As long as it is a weapon cast by that mighty one, every weapon is a divine weapon.

This one is at most a semi-artifact.

May not reach.

Could its owner be the mighty one?

"Even if you have a bit of eyesight, little girl, yes, my former master was the founder of the Sword Cultivator who ascended in the True Wind Continent in a hundred years—Feng Qi Zhenxian."

Broken Cloud Fan had a smug face.

Meng Guiwen couldn't help but yawned.

"That's your ancestor! Why are you yawning!" Broken Cloud Fanjian Meng Guiyi wasn't shocked at all, and couldn't help trembling.

The vibrating sound gave Meng Guiyi a headache.

"Yes, yes, my ancestors are here, please accept my granddaughter's bow." Meng Guiwen made a gesture of bowing.

As soon as the words fell, the silver bell on her ear suddenly vibrated and became hot.

Meng Guiyi was forcibly pulled out of his state of mind.

When she wanted to enter the state of mind again, she found that she couldn't enter.

Meng Guiwen looked puzzled:? ? ? ? ?