Vol 11 Chapter 127: Protection and departure

"I want to wait for the "Shenzhen Tibetan swordsmanship, then refining and turning to the sword."
Li Qingshan Road, there is a mad flower soul, he probably will never refining the sword.
"Alright, anyway, I am not in a hurry. You will learn about Kendo. I believe that one day we can fight side by side!" Ji Xuanyi turned his hand and turned away.
Li Qingshan touched his chin and thought for a while. All kinds of questions flowed in his heart. It seems that Ming and Ji Xuan are not like the murderer of Xiao An, and Ji Xuan is even more interested in getting along. What is malicious.
However, the world is unpredictable, the human heart is unpredictable, and it cannot be confirmed. I can’t help but send out a feeling of emotion. Why is there no
transmutation
?
Forget it, let's take a look at the school of the sword palace. What's the matter? Even if I don't practice kendo, I can teach Xiao An, and this sword is turned.
Li Qingshan’s mind is so far, and strides into the heaven and earth pavilion.
......
The voice of the ghost crying is still echoing in the ear. Fu Qingying wakes up from the deep darkness and feels a splitting headache. Every inch of the body seems to be squatting, almost instinctively grasping to the side, a cold and rounded feeling is passed to The palm of the hand, the heart is one of the An, the Qingshen sword is still there!
"Brother, you woke up." Yu Zijian was pleasantly surprised.
"Purple sword, you are fine." Fu Qingying saw Yu Zijian, a difficult smile, but it was from the heart.
"Brother, your repair is..." Yu Zijian has a red eye.
Fu Qingyi closed his eyes and found that he was almost completely destroyed. Even the souls were severely damaged. They might never recover. If ordinary practitioners encounter such a thing, I am afraid to go crazy.
"It's okay, if you don't have it, you can slowly get back. As long as your life is still there, there is still a chance. Right, who saved me?"
Fu Qing opened his eyes, but he smiled a bit. When the Qingxu sword broke, he was hit harder than it is now, but he still supported it. Since everything will go to the market, then this body is not worth paying special attention to.
Yu Zijian explained the passing of the incident and revealed a sense of apology. Li Qingshan had the ability to save the Qing dynasty. Although she understood the grievances between the two men and could not blame Li Qingshan's choice, she still felt sorry for paying the green.
"It turned out that there was a lot of things happening last night, and I really want to thank the elder of Shang Qing." Fu Qing said.
"You don't blame him?" Yu Zijian was amazed.
"Did he not save you? And at least he saved my life, otherwise I will not be able to rescue the palace."
While paying attention to it, Fu Qinglan caressed the Qingshen sword and felt the spiritual weakness. Some sighs in his heart, and the aftermath of the sneaky screams in the close range was not only him, but even the Qingxu sword was hurt.
His expression changed and suddenly felt a little different, "Well?"
"Brother, what's wrong?" Yu Zijian was sharp.
"Nothing." Fu Qingying shook his head and sneaked into the sword of the Qingxu, but his brow gradually wrinkled.
Suddenly, warm sunshine poured into the room, and Ji Xuan was coming in. It seemed to bathe in the morning sun, so that when people saw it, they would be kind and gentle. "You can be better!"
"Master, you are here!" Yu Zijian stood up and was very respectful to the master.
"Xuan Ri brother, the body is small and uncomfortable, please forgive the younger brother." Fu Qingying lying in bed, smiled.
"Look at your performance, I am relieved, the sword can be broken, the heart can not be folded. Rest assured, I will do everything for you, will help you recover, these drugs will be collected first."
Ji Xuan Ri took the shoulders of Fu Qingying and took out many porcelain bottles, which are the most outstanding panacea in the world. It is not only the gift of the Tibetan sword palace, but also the personal accumulation of Ji Xuan.
"Thank you Master."
Yu Zijian feels warm in her heart. In her view, such love and affection is the charm of the Tibetan sword palace. The master in front of him is a great servant. Although the sword is ruthless, people are sentimental.
Fu Qingyi slightly decapitated, but could not open the ring, Yu Zijian quickly helped him to collect the drug.
Fu Qingyi suddenly said: "Brother, I want to go out and walk."
"Now?" Ji Xuanyi was amazed.
"My body is like a ruin. I just took the opportunity to comprehend the sword of the Qing Dynasty. After the last injury, my cultivation was a big move."
"No, it's too dangerous." Ji Xuan said.
"It doesn't matter, there is a purple sword to protect me. You shouldn't come again. This is the kendo. How can it be that there is no danger?" Although Fu Qingying is very weak, his eyes are very determined.
"That's okay!" Ji Xuan was indulged, and promised to come down, leaving a stack of symbols: "But still raise the injury and say it, I will not bother you to cultivate."
When Ji Xuan was out of the door, Huanren condensed slightly, turned his face, and gave Qing Qing and Yu Zijian a gentle smile before they went to the sword.
Fu Qing’s eyes disappeared and Ji Xuan’s figure disappeared. Yu Zijian next to him praised:
Master is really a good person.

"Yes!"
Fu Qingyi slightly decapitated, before he tonight, he also thinks so, Ji Xuanri is like a brother to them, but now it has a trace of hesitation, is everything really like the surface?
"Brother, when are we going?" asked Yu Zijian.
"Now." Fu Qing said.
"So urgent?" Yu Zijian was amazed.
"Do you want to miss a good time, can purple sword protect me?" Fu Qingxiao laughed.
"Can!" Yu Zijian looked bright.
Fu Qingxiao smiled at the woman in front of her, she became strong from the weak, and her mind became more and more mature, but there seemed to be something that still had no change. EbookFREE.me~ glanced at the purple sword behind her In my heart, silently said: "I will protect you, even if I fight this life."
"Let's go!"
Yu Zijian took out a delicate white paper boat and gently tossed it. The white paper boat became the size of an ordinary boat and was suspended in midair. Yu Zijian carefully took the green boat to the boat.
"This is the ink machine of the Mohist! Where did you come from?" Fu Qingqi was curious.
"My friends from Qinghe Prefecture are very fun! The brothers are lying down, I am going to sail!" Yu Zijian sat cross-legged on the bow, and the boat floated down from the foothills and was pushed away by the mountain wind.
On the Tianfeng Peak, Ji Xuanyi overlooked this scene, smiled and waved his hand until the boat left the Tibetan sword palace. The smile on his face gradually faded away, and the head did not return: "After the mother, the green eyes seem to be aware."
"I can detect it! They can't change the overall situation." Alum leaned against the pillar and stood in the shadow. "If there is no Li Qingshan, would you really let go of that monk?"
Ji Xuanyi smiled: "Xuanyin Zong is not our enemy!" To be continued. )