Chapter 35: Give me a reason (1)

"Xietai, you admit the wrong person!"
Chutian pointed at his nose and tried his best to say to Zi Yansheng with a very serious and serious tone: "I was born in the mountains and grew up in the mountains. I saw the living people for the first time today. May you know me?"
Zi Yansheng carried his hands and carefully looked at the eight-faced sword clenched by Chutian's right hand. He shook his head slowly and slowly: "I don't know what to say when I am a scorpion. Although my face is full of yellow hair, my facial contour has changed." A little bit, but Chu Tianchu's head, the case of gold being robbed, the heavy casualties of the Zhangzhou state soldiers, is what you do?"
Chu Tian’s heart is sinking again. He squinted and looked very seriously at Zi Yansheng’s many sorrows than ordinary people:
Xietai, rice can be eaten indiscriminately, and words can’t be said. Chu Tianchu’s head Who is it? What is the case of gold being robbed?"
‘嘻’’s a laugh, Zi Yansheng suddenly turned into a sly purple shadow and rushed to Chutian.
Chutian shouted, and the eight-faced sword suddenly turned into a two-foot-round cyan flame. The green flames flew up and burst silently in the air from the ground. Numerous dexterous cyan swords spewed out of the cyan fire, silently covering the space of a few squares.
"Split scale kill!" Chutian martial arts rushing, this fencing light differentiation, there are hundreds of swords at the same time chapped, enough to consume his 60% of Wuyuan. This is the result of his doubling. Before changing to a quarter of an hour, he did not have enough repairs to make this move.
"Haha, purple gas!" Zi Yansheng chuckled, and turned a blind eye to the hundreds of swords that fell from the top of his head. His whole body is full of purple, the mooring, flexible and heavy purple gas is like the rainbow in front of the rising of the Eastern Red Sun. A purple cloud hood with a diameter of several feet covers the whole body, and a blue-colored sword light falls in the purple cloud hood. It is like a stone thrown into the bottomless swamp and disappeared silently.
Zi Yansheng’s fingers crossed the palm of Chu’s hand, and a sturdy but unstoppable horrible force came. Chu Tian’s five fingers could not help but open, and the green sword and the golden hair wrapped around his fingers were simultaneously purple. Give birth to a grab.
Not waiting for Chu Tian to return to God, a purple shadow flashed, Zi Yansheng has retreated to eight feet away, holding the eight-faced sword of Chu Tian and the golden hair carefully looked at it.
The thin, golden hairs of the golden awns are extremely flexible, and the purple scorpion sniffs the golden hair before the nose, and carefully looks at it for a while, and nodded thoughtfully: "It’s really whimsy. The master of this hair, injecting a little bit of his own blood and a force into the hair, seals it with some kind of genius. As long as it is inspired by the curse, the power contained in it can be transferred to the outsider."
Zi Yansheng looked up and looked at the tight-shouldered Chu Tian laughed: "It's no wonder that those of Chu's family have been repaired at least twice as much as you, and the results have been killed by you." Although the talented secrets on the hair are rough, it is convenient, fast, and especially unique."
Sighing, Zi Yansheng shook his head and said: "Sure enough, the old ghosts in the family have made sense. Everything in the world is learned. Even the ants in the mud have their own uniqueness. It is worth learning. This hair The master, this whimsy, amazing!"
Chu Tian looked deep and looked at Zi Yansheng. He felt a great danger from Zi Yansheng, but he did not feel a little threat!
This is an unfathomable horror guy, but he is not malicious to Chutian!
The right palm, which had just been a little numb, shook a little, and Chu Tian made a gesture.
A few dozen feet away, standing in a cluster of thatched grass in the mouse scorpion flashed a fierce light, a deep look at the purple scorpion. The murder of the scorpion is raging, but the sable is not alert.
The Rat's perfect cover of all his breath, he is like a shadow of non-existence, standing in the grass and watching Zi Zisheng quietly.
Every other time of breathing, the mouse will suddenly turn back, squinting to see the white stalks in the slanting thorns, and the pretty students standing in the mountains and forests are smiling. A maple raft that flies in the purple dress stands in the dark forest, just like the legendary mountain goddess is generally glamorous.
The six guards around her tall, like the six towers, sneaked under the tree quietly, and there was no venting of the air.
"This is the elders in the family who are afraid of my death, so the life-giving baby!" Chu Tian looked at Zi Yansheng, and continued to say very seriously: "This life is not easy to condense, the elders have been overeating for more than a month, Can you barely unite one, and now I don’t have much left, so please be careful, don’t break it.

"A hair is only you, still you!" Zi Yan gave birth to a finger, and fluttered like a golden hair that was nothing like a golden light. The ‘brush’ came to the front of Chutian, and it fell lightly in his hands.
"This sword, not bad!" Zi Yansheng grabbed the eight-faced sword and waved it. He carefully looked at the position of the sword near the hilt, and the two ancient characters of the size of the soybeans carved with the wormfish: " Qinglan? This is the name of this sword? The two-foot- five-inch short sword, weighing nearly a thousand pounds, this sword is really good."
Chu Tianzui’s mouth was pumped. He smiled and said:
This Qingjian sword is extraordinary. It is the ruins of a palace in the ancient Qin Dynasty. I came from a secret library. He is not only heavy but also quite Spirituality, and more cut gold, extremely sharp, this is my life-saving guy, Xiongtai is born rich, compared to not seeing the green?"
Zi Yansheng lifted the green scorpion, pointed the tip of the sword at one of his own eyes, and pointed the hilt at the red sun that had been hung on the west side of the hill, and looked carefully against the sun.
After about a tea time, Zi Yansheng nodded. "Good sword, really good. I can't think of this baby in this ridiculous place. This sword, I am afraid it is not what you said. The things of Qin, his age, can be much longer than the ancient Qin of 10,000 years ago."
Chu Tian laughed, he looked at the Qingjian sword and said: "This sword is my treasure, and I also ask Xiongtai to return."
Zi Yansheng squinted at Chu Tian and immediately threw the green scorpion to him. The Qingjian sword flew to the front of Chutian with a spin, and he was in his hands.
Feeling the familiar heavy sword body, Chu Tian was relieved, and smiled and arched his hand to Zi Zi: "Xietai!"
Zi Yansheng waved his hand and looked at Chu Tian with a look of disappointment: "I still want to tell you that there are some mysteries in this sword, but look at your stingy look, the little family is very angry, I will I am too lazy to tell you, I will slowly ponder it."
Chutian suddenly stagnation, this Qingjian sword grew up with him since childhood, he naturally knows that this sword is quite extraordinary, but how many secrets of the Qingjian sword, he spent more than ten years before he found out The function of the sword flying back to the hand.
This purple scorpion is too stingy.
"This day is going to be dark, there are many dangers in the mountains, and there are still elders waiting in the family. Xiongtai, we have a good time to see you again!" Chutian did not want to swear with the purple scorpion, hugged him with a fist, and turned away.
A purple shadow flashed violently, and the purple scorpion that smiled and swelled like a ghost, and moved to the front of Chutian, blocking his way.