who knows

In the sword manual, each person depends on his means, and those who can get it.

In addition to Tan family members and people from Fengcheng, there are also many outsiders who are planning to get a chance, regardless of their image, chasing and fleeing with their favorite weapons everywhere, so Zhong Liqing's gaffe is rarely noticed—except for her The nearest few people.

Seeing her staring at Tan Xinjue's direction without blinking, Jun Moci felt that the rest of the Tan family felt strange, so he lightly patted Zhong Liqing on the shoulder, and said as if encouraging: "You might as well give it a try."

Zhong Liqing suddenly came back to her senses, her face was still pale, but she had a slight smile on her face, she nodded her head and said hello, she naturally pulled Jun Moci's sleeve, but she didn't hold her hand too blatantly, just Get very close to her, walk side by side with her, and slowly step into the enchantment circle.

I don't know what's so special about Jun Moci. She was still in charge of the tens of thousands of weapons that escaped happily, but since she stepped into the barrier, it's like a shark sees blood, a cat sees fish, He rushed towards Jun Moci like crazy.

Whether they were chasing people before, teaching people to chase, or just playing in a daze, they all dropped their original goals, gave up their original plans, and aimed at her wholeheartedly—not to mention it was the first time. The outsiders who participated in the sword ceremony were puzzled, and even the Tan family who had handled it a few times were dumbfounded.

Leng Buding taught tens of thousands of weapons to chase after them, but Jun Moci was still expressionless and indifferent. Before he was about to be surrounded by weapons, he casually raised his palm and placed a barrier in front of him. With a flick of his sleeves again, his spiritual power struck the most furious weapons, pushing them in the opposite direction, and throwing them into the pile of weapons instead, disrupting the momentum and pace of these weapons.

In an instant, the weapons were stunned, and they paused at the same time; at this moment, a few clever monks took this opportunity to fly and grabbed the weapons they wanted, and got what they wanted; Can watch the weapons fly away again, and sigh.

It's just that after this incident, the way everyone looked at Jun Moci changed - a little in awe, a little envious, and maybe a little bit of unconcealed jealousy and anger.

There are all kinds of emotions, but she has never been taught to pay attention to them.

Together with these weapons who are inexplicably obsessed with her, in front of Jun Moci, I am afraid that even the most humble gravel is not counted.

Impatient to teach the weapon to wrap up again, Jun Moci waved his hand to cover a layer of enchantment on his body, isolating his own breath, and then he was free, looked at her faintly after following her in, and then only stared at her with a deep smile The unpredictable Zhong Liqing raised her eyebrows slightly, with some doubts: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Zhong Liqing shook her head, still smiling uncontrollably.

"...Huh?" Jun Moci looked at her deeply, his dark jade and glass-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a nasal sound faintly, which was quite threatening.

Zhong Liqing only felt a chill all over her body, and a small dagger that was approaching her side felt the coercion, and immediately fled away with a "噗——".

She smiled even more in her heart, but her face had to become serious, coughed a few times, and then explained solemnly: "I'm just sighing, my concubine is so charming, even these cold weapons are falling for her. Let alone... others."

Because of Jun Moci's current status, it's not easy for Zhong Liqing to be called "Mianxia" anymore, but the winking look, no matter how you look at it, is somewhat teasing, and one can't help but want to teach her a lesson.

Seeing her expression, Zhong Liqing knew that if she continued, she would annoy the beautiful woman. The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and then she changed the subject with a serious face: "My weapon was left in the ruins, but now it is really missing." I don’t know what advice your Majesty has to offer?”

——The Juechi Sword was taken away by Ah Bai, but it was hard to explain it in detail to Jun Moci, so she only took it vaguely.

Seeing that she was obedient, Jun Moci didn't hold on to her, and said following her question: "The sword prison of the Tan family is not bad in the fairy and demon realm. Although nearly [-]% of it is just scrap copper and iron, there are a few pieces A rare treasure depends on whether you have a chance—if you can subdue the fancy weapon and recognize the owner with a drop of blood, it will be more worthwhile than buying it outside the auction, and it will be more suitable."

"So, at most how many weapons can one person take away?" Zhong Liqing lowered her voice, her eyebrows narrowed.

"Of course it's the one that suits you the most...don't be greedy." Jun Moci frowned and warned coldly.

"Tsk, it's a pity—otherwise, according to the grand occasion just now, wouldn't this Sword Prison be in your pocket?" Zhong Liqing didn't care about her cold face, and still said with a smile.

"It takes too much to conquer so many swords at the same time, and the spiritual power of the Sanxian level is far from enough," Jun Moci shook his head, explaining the reason seriously. Huo cute——if it wasn't for being so presumptuous in front of so many people, I really wanted to lean up and kiss that serious but flawless face, "The weapons that need to be used are expensive and fine... All you need is a sword."

"Young lady's words are very true, I've been educated." Zhong Liqing nodded obediently, and asked her if she had any recommendations in this sword prison.

——She also noticed what Jun Mo said, not that she couldn't subdue all the weapons, but that she couldn't reach this point with the Sanxian-level cultivation she showed now.

"That's up to you." Jun Moci turned his eyes away and looked at the swords, guns, swords and halberds flying in the sky. "In this sword manual, the word 'Fate' is used for picking weapons. Just as you like."

Jun Moci said in a manly voice, while leading Zhong Liqing to walk in the barrier, seeing her looking around with great interest, his eyes softened, as if he was looking at a child who didn't know much about the world, with a bit of himself Unaware of the connivance: "How, do you like it?"

Zhong Liqing smiled but did not answer, and looked around again, but her eyes seemed to be fixed on Tan Xinjue.

From the beginning of the Sword Code, Tan Xinjue rushed towards the pure white sword without hesitation, and until the two of them stepped into the barrier and talked for a while, the sword was still there. It's easy to spin around the barrier, but Tan Xinjue's body is already covered with scars.

You know, Tan Xinjue's cultivation is already the best among this group of people, and even he can't do anything about it, which shows that this sword is by no means ordinary.

It is indeed the sword in her eyes.

Zhong Liqing thought about it silently, her eyes once again focused on the pure white jade sword.

——Inch heart.

Although she didn't open her mouth, her genuine gaze showed her intentions.

Jun Moci followed her gaze and couldn't help laughing: "You know how to choose, but you fell in love with this one."

"Is there anything special about this sword?" Zhong Liqing kept his eyes fixed on his heart for a moment, but his ears were fixed, refusing to miss an inch, waiting for Jun Moci to clarify his confusion, and still pretending to push back a few words, " A gentleman doesn't take what others like, he just looks at it more because it looks good."

——If you really want to grab it, I'm afraid she won't be able to grab Tan Xinjue.

Although unwilling to admit it, it is a helpless fact.

"Since it was Tan Xinjue who took the trouble to subdue it, it must be the famous family heirloom of the Tan family - if you can get this sword, you will be the rightful son of the sword and the successor head of the family." Jun Moci smiled but not smiled. He glanced at Zhong Liqing who pretended not to care but couldn't move his eyes away, "If you say this is the most valuable sword in the Sword Prison, it must be it."

Hearing this, Zhong Liqing's eyes flashed, and she suddenly smiled, looked at Jun Moci passionately, and said meaningfully: "That being said, I am a woman, not a gentleman—to be honest, this The sword is destined for me."

In Jun Moci's eyes, she was so eloquent and contradictory, but he only felt that she was frank and frank without any affectation, and even her waywardness was cute.

Without showing any expression on his face, he had already made up his mind, and pretended to remind him solemnly: "Tan Xinjue is bound to win the symbol of the son of the sword. If you take it, the Tan family will not let it go."

He wanted to tease her, to see how she would react, but saw Zhong Liqing approaching her ear suddenly, even though the sound was transmitted into the secret, reaching the sea of ​​consciousness, but he made an appearance of whispering in his ear, and actually teased himself in turn: "I don't know if His Majesty would like to give this concubine a chance to be pampered and proud?"

Jun Moci didn't answer, but just stretched out a finger lightly, and tapped her eyebrows, forcing her to move away a little, then staggered away from her unhurriedly, took a step forward, and closed her hand with one hand Withdrew from a corner of the barrier, with five fingers bluffed, and a shot from the air, he easily restrained the helpless sword of Tan Xinjue.

It was too late to blink, but the unruly jade sword had no room to resist, as if it was locked by an invisible iron chain, and the other end of the chain was in Jun Moci's hands.

She hooked her fingers, and the sword flew towards her involuntarily, without stopping at all.

When Tan Xinjue realized that the sword he had been chasing suddenly disappeared, Jun Moci's spiritual power had already wrapped the struggling sword, holding her in front of his eyes.

"Tsk, my temper is stubborn." I glanced critically at the sword, snorted indifferently, turned my beautiful eyes, and looked at Zhong Liqing, who had bright eyes, her thin lips parted slightly, her voice was indifferent, but Hiding a smile, "It's yours now."

"How disrespectful." Zhong Liqing's eyes widened in surprise at first, and she only exchanged a few words of greeting, and then she couldn't wait to grab the thumping sword from Jun Moci's hand.

It's strange to say that, unlike those thousands of weapons, this sword seems to have no liking for Jun Moci, and is afraid of avoiding it. Unexpectedly, she became quiet, and even shook the blade spiritually, letting Zhong Liqing gently hold the hilt obediently.

... Inch heart.

Zhong Liqing called out from the bottom of her heart, and the sword also seemed to feel something, a gentle brilliance flowed from the body of the sword as clear as jade, and even a hint of warmth passed from the hilt to the palm, as if it was responding to Zhong Liqing's call .

——As she said, this sword not only has a spirit, but also has a destiny with her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Tan Xinjue's passing figure, Zhong Liqing's thoughts turned, she immediately bit her fingertips, forced out a drop of blood, and quickly wiped it on the sword.

"Stop!" When Tan Xinjue yelled out this sentence angrily, it was already too late.

The blood on the sword flashed and disappeared, and a gleam of light penetrated into Zhong Liqing's sea of ​​consciousness, and there was a tacit understanding of mind and soul in an instant.

With a thought, the Cunxin Sword was immediately taken into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Tan Xinjue stood in front of the two of them, but he could only watch helplessly as Cun Xin turned into a white light and flashed between Zhong Liqing's eyebrows.

Facing her pretendingly innocent eyes, Tan Xinjue gritted his teeth, his face was livid, but he couldn't say a word.

What makes him more desperate than the family heirloom falling into another family is that his sweetheart's cold eyes have never changed a little bit towards him from the beginning to the end. Only when he looks at Zhong Liqing, is it different--that undefended Charming and tender, that kind of unknowingly affectionate, tenderness that he never dared to expect.

It turned out that it wasn't that she didn't know tenderness, but that tenderness was always given to that one person.

The woman who took away his honor as a son of the sword and also took away his lifelong faith.

The author has something to say: Tan Xinjue: robbing my horse is not counted, but also robbing my sword, are you still human? !

Zhong Liqing: Fat friend, please understand, it was originally my horse, and it was originally my sword.

Jun Moci (draws sword): Who do you say is a horse, huh?

Zhong Liqing (kneeling in prison): I, I, I, I am your horse.

Tan Xinjue (Doge's surrounding smile): Wang Wang Wang.

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