Is it the same with other big brothers?

There was more than one entrance to the Tomb of Discarded Swords, Ming Fuhua and the place where they fell were almost staggered, and after searching for a long time, they found him following the faint sound of Zhou Lingxue knocking on the boulder.

As soon as Zhou Lingxue saw her, she didn't have time to explain the situation, and pointed directly at the boulder, and said in a hoarse voice: "Eldest brother is inside..."

Ming's flashy face was like sinking water, and his palm was full of ice. With one blow, all the boulders blocking the entrance were shattered, the dust and smoke stirred up, and the broken stones rustled down.

"Brother!" Zhou Nexue staggered after her and ran over.

Countless undead in the Discarded Sword Tomb avoided the edge of the mountain wall far away, their empty eyes were full of longing to stare at the fresh flesh and blood lying on the ground not far away, but due to fear of Kuayu who was hanging in the air exuding an astonishing momentum The sword did not dare to take half a step forward.

Ming Huahua quickly stepped forward, waved a huge ice wall on the spot, blocking those undead who wanted to wait for an opportunity to rush up, and bent down to check the situation of Mingzhu.

There was a bloody mess behind Mingzhu, the blood almost stained his sunshine shirt red, his face was as pale as paper, he was still awake after bleeding so much, he forced a smile when he saw Ming Fuhua approaching, unable to Said: "You came too slowly. It's a pity that you didn't see the scene where I showed my power."

Seeing that he still had the strength to talk nonsense, Ming Fuhua knew that he would not die, so he lifted him up with a light breath, and stuffed one or two pills into his mouth, and said coldly: "Didn't I say that no matter what? Whatever happens, do you have to wait for me? Why are you running around?"

Mingzhu frowned: "I'm hurt like this, and you still want to scold me, can you comfort the patient? Bah, bah, what kind of medicine do you use? It's too nasty. I want to drink water."

Ming Fuhua said: "What water to drink? Swallow it directly."

As she spoke, she swung her palm aside without raising her head, and the spirit power poured out, freezing the undead who wanted to pounce on them into ice sculptures, and a few wisps of white smoke and cold air curled up.

Ming Zhu still frowned, but when he saw Ming Fuhua's gloomy expression that seemed to want to freeze him together, he immediately shut his mouth, obediently swallowed the unpalatable medicine.

Although the medicine was unpalatable, its effect was immediate. As soon as it entered the throat, it turned into a ray of spiritual energy and quickly spread to the whole body along the meridians. Soon, the wound on the back of the flesh and blood slowly stopped the bleeding. His face also turned a little bloody.

Ming Zhu stood up as if nothing had happened, only then did he see Zhou Lingxue who was bowing his head and saying nothing, he evoked a smile, stepped forward and lifted Zhou Lingxue's chin with his fingers, and said with a smile: "My little one Thirteen, what's wrong? Did someone bully you?"

Zhou Lingxue was forced to raise his head to reveal his red eyes, he gritted his teeth, turned his head in embarrassment, and said hesitantly, "You..."

As soon as he uttered a word, he suddenly realized that his voice was trembling uncontrollably, and even the fingers hidden in his sleeves were trembling uncontrollably in fear.

Mingzhu probably also saw his fear and self-blame, smiled lightly and leaned over to hold him in his arms, patted his head, and said: "Okay, okay, don't be afraid, am I okay?" ? Senior brother, I keep my word, and if I say nothing will happen, nothing will happen."

Even though Mingzhu's body was full of strong and unpleasant bloody smell, Zhou Lingxue, who had always loved cleanliness, didn't feel the slightest discomfort, instead she stretched out her arms and hugged his waist tremblingly.

He pressed against Mingzhu's chest, listening to the slow heartbeat under the thin flesh, he thought: "He is still alive."

As soon as this idea came to his mind, his blood vessels that were almost frozen from the cold seemed to resume their flow in an instant, and there was a slight warmth in his body, as if the whole person was alive again.

Mingzhu comforted the little junior brother who had been greatly frightened, patted his head and let him go, turned around and picked up the halberd that was broken in two on the ground, and ran to the side of the mountain wall to pick up a few waste weapons with strong aura. Get up and embrace.

He was picking and picking at the side, and the Kua Yu sword was also floating in the air with him, and all the undead on the side backed away in fear of avoiding it, not to mention tearing up the fresh flesh and blood, even within five steps of him. dare.

Ming Zhu made a good choice, ran back to Ming Fuhua, and said: "Okay, let's go back, Lao Jiu is a useless spiritual vein, he has no spiritual power, it will be bad if he encounters danger."

Ming Fuhua wasn't worried, he turned around and headed back the same way: "Your girl will follow him, everything will be fine."

Mingzhu's face became a little strange in an instant, his hands became sore after holding a pile of waste weapons, Zhou Lingxue at the side saw this and took a few heavy iron tools to help him hold them without saying a word, step by step follow him.

Mingzhu: "Thank you, little thirteen—you said you girl? I've always wanted to ask, how old is that little girl, has she formed alchemy yet? Why did your master let her come to Baijian Mountain?"

After saying a few words, the three of them had already returned to the place where they fell. Ming Fuhua picked up Lu Qingkong's wooden boat on the ground and the long kite that became the size of a palm with the whip and stuffed them into his sleeves. Although she is small, if there is a real fight, your Fifth Junior Brother Shang Yanfeng may not be her opponent."

Mingzhu let out a "huh", and some of the waste items in his arms were shaken off, so he had to squat down to pick them up, and said while picking them up, "My fifth brother has a sword spirit vein that is rare to see in a hundred years, and he was born to cultivate swords. Yes, I haven't seen anyone who can beat him in a fight. Hey, Vanity, help me pick that up, I can't reach it."

Ming Fuhua stepped forward, without looking at the short dagger that was on the ground, and kicked up with her toes hooked up, the cold light flashed slightly, she held the dagger in her backhand and handed it to Mingzhu.

Ming Huahua said: "Next time in the Zongmen Grand Competition, you can let Shang Yanfeng and Younv try it out, who is better?"

Mingzhu's blind trust in his "fifth brother": "Okay, do you want to bet? What are you betting on? Hey, you said that if my junior brother wins, how about helping me escape from Rizhao? Hey, vanity? Vanity! Is that okay?" ?”

"Kua Yu." Ming Fuhua ignored him, too lazy to chat with Ming Zhu, and took a cold look at the Kua Yu sword who had been spinning around Ming Zhu, stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Lingxue down, and said, "He will hand in Here you go."

As she spoke, she grabbed Zhou Lingxue's sword and went up, disappearing in mid-air in an instant.

Bright Candle: "..."

Mingzhu stared blankly at the graceful figure flying up, and the waste weapon he had just picked up suddenly fell to the ground.

Ming Fuhua knew that with the Kua Yu sword in the candle, he could go up with the sword, so he walked very freely, and arrived at the entrance of Baijian Mountain after a while.

Zhou Lingxue stood on the edge of the abyss and looked down, worried: "Brother, isn't he afraid of heights? What if he can't come up?"

Ming Fuhua said: "Don't worry about him, you follow me."

Although Ming Fuhua and Ming Zhu are born of compatriots, their appearance and temperament are completely different. Her face is like frost, and when she looks at people indifferently, she gives people a sense of oppression without anger and prestige, which is like Ming Zhu's gentleness like spring wind and rain. It's very different.

Zhou Lingxue was able to be calm and calm in front of the big brother, but Shangming Huahua instinctively sensed a sense of oppression, and suddenly couldn't say the word of refusal.

"He will be fine," Ming Huahua repeated, walking towards Baijian Mountain without looking back.

Zhou Lingxue stood there thinking for a moment, and felt that Ming Fuhua didn't seem like someone who would see Ming Zhu die, she was so sure that she knew Ming Zhu would have a way to deal with it.

Having figured this out, Zhou Lingxue didn't hesitate anymore, and quickly followed.

Baijian Mountain and the Waste Sword Tomb seem to be opposite to each other. Everything that Zhou Lingxue saw in the Waste Sword Tomb was the opposite in Baijian Mountain. He followed Ming Fuhua and walked around the wide mountain wall, and finally stopped at Next to a long sword inlaid with purple spar.

Ming Fuhua said indifferently: "Rizhao doesn't care much about the origin of spiritual veins. Those without spiritual veins can still cultivate diligently if they have spiritual power. Going astray, so even though you have no spiritual veins, there is no need to underestimate yourself."

She stretched out her slender hand and tapped the delicate hilt, and said: "This sword is called Wuxin, and it is the sword that Master Guining specially found for disciples without spiritual veins a few years ago. It should be your big brother's saber , but when he came to Baijian Mountain by mistake, Kuayu recognized the master, and this caused no one to talk about it."

Zhou Yingxue was startled: "Is the elder brother without a spiritual vein?"

Ming Fuhua didn't say much, tilted his head and said coldly: "Whether you want it or not, it's up to you to choose."

Zhou Lingxue looked at the Wuxin sword with purple light, and after a long silence, she finally put her hand on the cold hilt. With a sudden force, the sharp blade cut a crack in the mountain wall. Shocked by the sword energy, it instinctively buzzed in the direction of the central giant sword, but it calmed down meekly after a while.

Ming Fuhua said: "Let's go, go back and get a suitable scabbard from your fifth senior brother and let him recognize the master."

Zhou Lingxue let out a "hmm", and the two of them were about to turn back when a voice suddenly came from the side: "Elder Sister!"

Ming Huahua turned around, and a small figure rushed towards her, and she instinctively stretched out her arms to hug her.

You Nu hugged Ming's flashy waist tightly, wiped all her snot and tears on her clothes, and cried tearfully: "Master Sister! Master Sister, you are finally back, and You Nu know that you will be fine!"

Lu Qingkong nodded towards Ming Huahua from the side, he was holding a small dagger, he didn't know where it came from, and he could feel the rust with just a casual touch.

"What about Big Brother?"

Ming Fuhua pinched the back of You Nu's neck and pulled her away from his embrace, saying: "Outside."

Mingzhu, who was abandoned by everyone, lay tremblingly on the Kuayu Sword, and floated all the way to Baijian Mountain. He landed on the ground, threw the waste weapon on the ground, and ran to the side, clutching his chest, vomited half dead , I didn't get up for a long time.

The Kua Yu sword spun around him a few times, and the hilt touched his back lightly.

Ming Zhu's face was livid, and his stomach felt cramped. He swung the Kua Yu sword and leaned down to vomit it out again.

Just as he vomited himself to death, the other four people finally came out from Baijian Mountain. Zhou Lingxue saw that he really came up, and ran over with a happy face: "Brother? Are you okay?"

The bright candle is like a gossamer: "No, it's okay... I can hold on for a while... Ugh..."

He didn't eat much in the morning, so he vomited it all up now, but his stomach was still churning, and he had nothing to vomit, so he had to start vomiting blood.

Zhou Yingxue: "Big brother!"