The person behind Liu Yunlong used the face-changing technique.
It is to take off the opponent's face forcefully, and the process is extremely cruel.
And since she had unintentionally stopped their good deeds several times recently, Liu Yunlong must have been aware of her existence.
She had to be careful.
"Thank you, Teacher Miaoyuan, all my confusions have been solved."
"Wait, I have something for you."
Master Miaoyuan stopped her. He stood up slowly and walked inside.
Every step he took was steady and powerful, as fast as flying.
Soon, Master Miaoyuan came back with a red sword in his hand.
I saw that the sword was about two feet long, and the sword body was made of black iron and was thin, with a faint cold light.
There is a golden dragon sculpture on the hilt of the sword, and the blade is so sharp that it was as sharp as autumn frost at that time.
"Is this the Xuanwu Sword?"
Su Mian's eyes widened with horror on her face.
She had heard her master mention the Xuanwu Sword before, which was a rare and high-quality treasure.
Unexpectedly, it was actually in the hands of Master Miaoyuan.
"It's been a long time since I took it out."
Master Miaoyuan touched the sword blade with some reluctance and handed it directly to Su Mian:
"After listening to what you said today, I think you are more suitable to use it than me."
"Girl Su, congratulations on taking over the position of your master."
Lu Yiyi looked horrified.
Although he didn't understand Taoist swords, he could tell at a glance that this Xuanwu sword was extraordinary.
In this depressed Taoist temple, there is actually a master living in seclusion.
Fu Jiuyuan slowly raised his eyes, with a lazy and lazy smile on his lips.
The little girl's connections are top-notch.
Su Mian was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly took Master Miaoyuan's sword.
She blinked her smart eyes, which were dark and covered with a layer of water mist.
Obviously, he still hasn’t recovered from his trance:
"Thank you teacher, I will pay you back twice as much every day."
Master Miaoyuan raised his lips slightly, stood up, and urged her to go about her business.
So, Su Mian and the other three chatted for a few words and left.
Master Miaoyuan looked at Fu Jiuyuan's back in the wheelchair, smoothed his long beard, and murmured:
"Once the soul-piercing technique is broken, this boy will be like a big roc that rises in the wind and soars ninety thousand miles away!"
"By then, the structure of the four major families in Kyoto will be disrupted again. As for who can reach the top, it all depends on personal luck."
Su Mian was delighted with the sword, and her steps down the mountain were much lighter.
Fu Jiuyuan raised his lips wickedly and looked at her lovingly with his dark eyes:
"Children, are you happy?"
Su Mian touched the sword like a baby and smiled so sweetly.
She was in a good mood, so she chattered a lot:
"Master Jiu, do you know? The Black Tortoise Sword is much more powerful than the Taomu Sword I used before."
"Some advanced Taoist techniques recorded in ancient books must use it. Without it, the Taoist techniques cannot be accomplished."
"The most important thing is that this Xuanwu Sword can be upgraded to the Beiming Xuanhai Sword in the future."
Fu Jiuyuan chuckled, his laughter magnetic and hearty.
The little girl is really a fan of metaphysics.
"How can Xuanwu Sword be upgraded?"
Su Mian's face fell slightly, and she shook her head:
"I don't know about this. Master only mentioned it to me before he was alive."
She had to go back and look through the ancient books, and she didn't know if there were any records in them.
The three of them chatted and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.
