The male ticket is the lighthouse jellyfish [Live]

"Stop bubbling, you two are going to fuck."

The two swords still ignored him.

Du Feng looked it over, "Did he die a long time ago, why is there no movement at all?"

"Impossible." He Shui came up from the water, took the sword and looked at it repeatedly.

There are tattered ears of wheat hanging under the sword, and there is a bead, which has lost its luster, and is old and rusty like the sword.

He Shui put two fingers together and stroked the blade, a layer of light flashed from the place he touched, and the blade took off the rust and returned to its former glory, exuding a sharp light.

A translucent golden dragon emerged, leaped onto the sword, and let out a pleasant dragon chant.

Roar!

The golden dragon has horns like a deer, a head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, a neck like a snake, a belly like a mirage, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, palms like a tiger, and ears like a cow. It has seven claws, six on each side. under the belly.

The golden scales are all over the body, the eyes are full of hatred, the beard is fluttering, and it is lifelike.

Wait, there is hatred in your eyes?

Du Feng suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the golden dragon turned its eyes and glared at him fiercely. Its body flew towards him like an arrow from a bow, and its sharp claws grabbed his heart.

Du Feng was sitting in a wheelchair, his mobility was limited, and he had no place to hide. He turned sideways, trying to avoid the vitals.

"He Shui!"

A row of small birds flew in fright and spread their wings from the branches. The echo circled three times in the mountain, and then rang again, and a distorted voice was faintly heard calling for He Shui.

Du Feng didn't wait for the pain, so he couldn't help but put down his arms and take a look. The golden dragon was dangling in front of his eyes with a ferocious face, and it almost caught him after scratching back and forth with its claws a few times.

He Shui grabbed the tail, pulled it back, and stuffed it back into the sword. His fingers quickly formed a few handprints, and the light flashed, sealing the sword again, "I told you that these swords are very cunning, you won't believe it."

Du Feng broke out in a cold sweat, "He hates me so much, did I do something wrong?"

He thought it was a joke, it might do a lot of damage to the hard sword.

"It's not your fault. I sealed this sword at the bottom of the river for tens of thousands of years without seeing the light of day. In fact, I hate it. Unfortunately, I can't beat me, so I can only pick soft persimmons." He Shui glanced at him, "He I also want to thank you, if you didn’t really have no chance at all, now at least I’m hanging around outside, which will help him recover.”

If it wasn't for Du Feng's sword being broken, no one would care about it. He Shui would have forgotten it a long time ago, and would treat it as a waste product and lay it on the bottom of the river.

"Really." Du Feng was still a little bit sorry.

"This sword is so dishonest that it actually hit you." He Shui put on his shoes with the sword in his hand, "I'll hang him in the toilet to dry for two days before we talk about it."

"Forget it." The corner of Du Feng's mouth twitched, "It's not all his fault."

He Shui came back, squatted in front of him and said seriously, "Do you know that there is something called induction? Your behavior just now was actually induced. These two swords have been trapped here for such a long time. Think about the way to escape, even if it is not you today, other people will be recruited, but you have a higher chance of being recruited."

"...Your consolation has no effect at all."

He Shui patted his head, the old man was very cheerful, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you if I'm here, just do it."

"...I really hold grudges, let me tell you!" Du Feng picked up a stone and silently held it in his palm.

He Shui laughed, threw two swords into the bottom of the water, and went into the water to touch them again, "I'll find a suitable weapon for you."

Du Feng pointed to the iron fan that had just been thrown up, "Isn't this okay?"

"This master, all the masters died before they were 50 years old."

"...Oh" Du Feng dismissed the idea of ​​using it as a magic weapon.

He pushed the wheelchair to the river, and the wheels were blocked with small stones so that they would not fall into the water.

The water was very clear, and Du Feng could see what was inside at a glance, "That purple sword looks okay to me, does it look okay to you?"

"This one?" He Shui brought up the purple sword, "This one is too coquettish, I can't help you cheating."

"... Is there any point in this?"

"Isn't it?" He Shui flicked the water from his hand, "I used a beauty trick on me back then, if I hadn't practiced boy kung fu, I would have already been tricked."

"Boy skills?" Du Feng raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm." He Shui nodded, "Nowadays there are requirements for high-level jurisprudence. I have kept my virgin body for tens of thousands of years in order to practice "Nine Profound Heavenly Secrets."

Du Feng understood, "Then you are now a virgin, does it affect you?"

"I've already practiced it, so it doesn't matter." And he is now thinking about the way of dual cultivation, which is faster than that.

"That's it." Du Feng nodded, and then took a fancy to the other sword, "That black one is pretty good too, take it up and have a look."

He Shui glanced, "Are you sure?"

"Well, what's the matter?" He Shui's tone was also unspeakable.

"This sword needs to be fed with blood. Use it once to cut yourself once, and you will burp after a few times."

Du Feng sweated profusely, "So fierce?"

No wonder they can't be sold, these treasures are all flawed, either it's not good here, or it's not good there.

"What is that white bottle?" There is a neck vase at the bottom of the river, it is milky white, with simple and beautiful patterns, and it still glows faintly after so many years, it seems extraordinary.

"This is called the Sanskrit Vase, and it's the treasure of a group of bald donkeys. It is said that chanting scriptures to it all day long can activate it. The scriptures are several pages long, and your corpse will be cold after you finish reading."

"..." So there is really nothing suitable for him?

"What about that?" Du Feng took a fancy to a jade flute, emerald green, [-] centimeters long, simple and majestic, it looks very good, and it doesn't attract attention.

"Can you blow?"

"……Won't."

He Shui continued to flip through the treasures underneath, there were quite a lot of them, piled up casually, layer upon layer, like waste products.

"What do you think of this?" He Shui took out a paper umbrella, which was tattered, and the paintings on it were all scratched, like a fake.

"...You let me use it for fighting?" Just kidding, it feels like it will break if you pinch it hard.

"Don't worry, the skeleton of this umbrella is made of dragon bones, the paper is dragon skin, and the painting is dragon blood. It hasn't been scattered for so many years. It can be seen that it was suppressed by me back then. If it weren't for my many hands and multiple body parts, it would not be so easy now. You won't be able to see me."

Du Feng was taken aback, "Really?"

"Hmm." He Shui looked serious, "Will I lie to you? Although it's for girls."

"..." I knew that was the case.

He Shui tossed and turned, and finally took out the hard sword and the soft sword, "Actually, you should be best at these two swords, one dragon and one phoenix, which echo your dragon ball, but you just offended them, they The two can't wait to kill you."

"...so why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You're having so much fun, I can't bear to interrupt you." He Shui looked innocent.

Du Feng covered his face, "I understand."

He Shui just wanted to see him laugh.

"It's okay, I have a way to subdue them." He Shui put down his sword and came over to comfort him.

"No." Du Feng waved his hand, "Twisted melons are not sweet."

What if He Shui didn't pay attention, the sword ate the bear's heart and the leopard's guts, what if he stabbed him so cold with one sword?

"If you're worried, put the two swords on both sides, so that they can't see their lovers, torture them, and use them after their tempers wear off."

"Isn't that really offending you?" Is He Shui really old Gong?A bad idea for water.

"It's fine if you don't want to." He Shui put away the sword, and threw one to the foot of the mountain and the other to the top of the mountain.

"What are you doing?" Du Feng was puzzled.

"These two are too tired and crooked, and they are progressing faster than me." He Shui looked unhappy, "Let them blow the cold wind to calm down."

"Aren't you afraid of running away?" Du Feng looked at him suspiciously.

"I can't run." He Shui gestured, "If I run again, it will still be in the palm of my hand. Even if they are exhausted, they will not be able to get out."

Du Feng looked at the bottom of the river and said nothing. A lot of things had been fished up from the bottom of the river, and there was basically nothing left to fish.

"Don't be disappointed." He Shui went to the bottom of the water again, "I remember that the wooden sword is also very powerful, I don't know if I gave it away."

I seem to remember that I didn't give it away, but the wooden sword is the most dishonest, and the material is also very special. It is made of the essence of the Shenmu family and placed under the thunder calamity. .

He Shui has already found the wooden sword and measured it in his hand, "This sword can still jump for so long after being sealed by me, the seal is almost broken by him, and it has grown so much."

About the size of a palm, the power seems to have increased.

He Shui looked around, and found that the seal at the bottom of the river was weak, with a thin layer, which had almost been sucked up.

This sword actually secretly absorbed the power from the seal, and was about to escape from the prison. It was the master of the masters when it beat the little wooden sword.

He Shui threw this to Du Feng, "Use this."

"A child's wooden sword?" Du Feng was a little unhappy.

All the majestic weapons just now were useless, so I picked the most useless one, "It's so ugly."

The wooden sword was disliked by others, the blade trembled, as if angry, eager to try, ready to teach Du Feng a lesson.

"Still weak."

... If it weren't for being trapped in He Shui, the shuriken would have rushed over.

"Is it moldy?" Du Feng was unconscious, "What is this layer of feces yellow?"

... Don't block the sword, the sword will go crazy!

The former owner of the wooden sword was called Mu Yi Shengren, who regarded him as a treasure, not to mention cynicism, and dared not even say a serious word, and offered him like a treasure. Unexpectedly, after tens of thousands of years, there are still people who dislike him he?