"Sister!"
Shuyinghou took the lead to come forward with a shaky expression, and introduced him: "Those two are the Hunyuan Daojun and Duo'er Dagong I told you."
"Um……"
Muchahou raised his head and looked here.
Zhao Fan and Duo'er were also looking at her.
She looks pretty.
Although the appearance is slightly inferior to Duoer and Shiqi.
But his eyes are very dark and bright, extremely lively, and his temperament has a sassiness that even eclipses most men.
And on her fair neck, there was a crescent-like mark.
It was as if he had been injured by a sharp object, leaving an indelible mark.
But on her body, not only does it not look like a flaw, but it is like a finishing touch, showing a different kind of beauty.
"I, Marquis Mu Xia, have met Dao Lord Hunyuan, Duo'er, who is very powerful."
Muchahou said hello. She had also heard of Hunyuan's name. After all, the visitor was a guest, so he still had to give him some face.
"I've met Mucha Hou."
Zhao Fan nodded.
"I heard that you want to discuss the Tao with me? But I also heard that there is something wrong with your skills and secrets, and you can only use one level of skills and secrets?"
Mucha Hou raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Zhao Fan.
Her eyes contained the mystery of swordsmanship, as if asking, are you sure you are qualified?
This is a simple preliminary test.
If not, then don’t waste that time.
"What do you think, Your Excellency?" With a thought, Zhao Fan also integrated the mystery of the sword into his eyes, without falling behind at all.
After a while, an expectant smile appeared on Muchahou's face, "I think it's okay."
Shuyinghou next to him let out a long sigh of relief. If Zhao Fan failed to get the approval of his elder sister, then he would be unlucky if he turned back. He would not be able to end the situation without being beaten up.
"please."
Muchahou raised his hand in an inviting gesture.
"Um."
Zhao Fan nodded and took steps with Duo'er.
Shuyinghou also wanted to go along and see the excitement.
"Go away, it's none of your business."
Muchahou kicked the ball out without any shame.
Shuyinghou was kicked and staggered, and he muttered depressedly: "If you don't want to show me, why don't you show me? What's the big deal?"
He could only helplessly say to Zhao Fan: "Brother Hunyuan, I will go back first. Contact me when you are done, and I will entertain you again."
"become."
Zhao Fan smiled and waved his hand.
that's all.
Zhao Fan and Duo'er arrived at Muchahou's grand venue.
Closed independent time and space.
There are rows of weapon racks all around the grand arena.
However, the knives above are all thin willow knives.
What is a thin willow knife?
The blade is like a willow leaf, slightly longer than an ordinary war knife, but more than half thin.
Most female Taoist masters who major in swordsmanship will choose this type of sword.
"In total, there must be tens of thousands of them." Duo'er's beautiful eyes were stunned.
"yes."
Mucha Hou chuckled and said, "One person refined them all for me. There are too many, and I find them annoying, but I still want to keep them."
Zhao Fan and Duo'er looked at each other and estimated that the person was the brother-in-law Ling mentioned by Marquis Shuying.
but.
In the huge Ling Mansion, except for Mu Xiahou, no one else's aura fluctuated.
Probably not at home.
Zhao Fanru thought.
Subsequently.
Duo'er came to the edge of the dojo, transformed into a chair, and then took out the juice. She said leisurely: "Dayong, you just concentrate on the Tao and don't worry about me."
"good."
As Zhao Fan spoke, the emperor's name and the holy general's sword appeared on both sides of him at the same time.
"This is a good knife."
Mucha Hou's eyes fell on Di Ming's sword, and the Holy General's sword that came from the secret realm of the Holy Realm seemed like garbage that could not get into her eyes. From the beginning to the end, she did not waste a single glance.
"I also think so."
Zhao Fan patted the Emperor's name.
"Haha, I feel like I'm floating after receiving her evaluation." The voice of the Emperor's Spirit sounded in his consciousness.
Immediately.
Zhao Fan and Mucha Hou turned around at the same time, each walked fifty steps, and then sat down facing each other.
Muchahou picked up the thin willow knife he carried with him.
The texture instantly sublimates from an ordinary mortal soldier, revealing everything to be the level of an eternal holy object.
No wonder he looks down on the sword of the holy general.
Saint general-level treasures are higher than top-grade heaven-defying treasures and lag behind eternal holy objects.
"Let's start." Muchahou started to use the technique.
As for Zhao Fan, his skills were also activated, holding the emperor's name in his hand, and temporarily put aside the holy general's sword.
The bodies of the two people were filled with the mystery of the sword.
Not only that, the swords on both sides also exuded sword energy.
Four kinds of fluctuations came into contact in the void.
It turned into a large whirlpool, covering the area where Zhao Fan and Mucha Hou were.
Each other's consciousness entered the world of nothingness.
This world is the combination of the mystery of the sword and the energy of the sword.
Here, you can have mysterious collisions as you like.
But the feeling is far more intense than fighting in reality, because all irrelevant factors are put aside, and what is left is just the pure way of the sword.
…
Time passes minute by minute.
Duo'er, on the edge of the main street, was bored.
She counted the time and found that a year and a half had passed since the discussion began.
However, Zhao Fan and Muchahou still showed no signs of stopping.
"It is said that the way of swordsmanship and the way of swordsmanship are the fastest." Duo'er held her chin and said, "I didn't stop for a single section. Isn't this too long?"
