Chapter 505: Quenching!

Qin Dong didn’t mean to think about Qiu Sihai at all. He saw that Zhou Sihai’s sweat was full of tension, which made him feel a little embarrassed. Try to use a gentle, intimate tone to Qiu Fenger's Road, "Feng Er, don't you come over and tell me about your father?"
Qiu Fenger snorted and sighed. "He is not my father, I don't know him!"
When Qi Sihai heard this, the sweat on his forehead ran down, and quickly said, "Fenger, don't make a joke. If you know the wrong, can't you?"
"How is that going? You are wise, how can you be wrong? I am still waiting for you to save my life!" Qiu Fenger stunned, letting Qi Sihai unable to stand up, and the sweat on his forehead was even more fierce. [
Qin Dongmei's "Mao" is a yang, Shen Shen said "Fenger, enough. No more noisy!"
Qin Dong said that Qiu Fenger was immediately honest, and he took a look at Qiu Sihai and pouted his mouth.
"This old fool is my sister, the city owner of Haitang City."
Although Qiu Feng's introduction made Zhou Sihai somewhat embarrassed, but at this time, Qiu Sihai couldn't care so much. Qiu Feng'er words were just finished, and Qiu Sihai couldn't wait to say to Qin Dong. Autumn is really helpless. Please also go to Xian Mingjian."
Qin Dong smiled and said: "The uncle does not have to be nervous. Everything in Qindong understands it. This matter has been revealed and it is not necessary to mention it."
Listening to Qin Dong said, Qiu Sihai's high hanging heart has fallen to the ground. He was not afraid of death, but he was worried that the people in the city would be implicated because of himself, and his sins would be heavy.
"Old fool, fortunately, Dong Ge is kind and kind, if you change it to me, you must have this old life!" Qiu Fenger took a look at Qiu Sihai, and lost his way.
Qiu Sihai’s smile, Qin Dong’s eyes are a glimpse, Shen Sheng’s
Feng Er, how can you talk to your father like this? Don’t you apologize?

"East brother, I..."

Well?
Qin Dong’s
color
sank, and there was a faint anger between the eyebrows.
Qiu Fenger immediately felt a guilty conscience. Although she did not want to be emotional, she still honestly said to Qiu Sihai, "Old... Oh no, hey, I am wrong."
Seeing a very inferior, often letting her daughter who can't get off the stage, so in front of Qin Dong, so clever, obedient, let Qi Si's eyes almost smashed out, the envy of the heart, even the embarrassment, not to mention . I feel that even once, Qiu Fenger listens to her own words, and it is worth the death.
"No... It doesn't matter..." Qiu Sihai faced such a Fengfeng child, and he seemed to be somewhat helpless.
"East brother!" Zuo Liangyu, Yan Mingqiu five people, surrounded by Wu Qingxu came over.
Wu Qingxu's look is slightly a bit nervous, and his manners are also somewhat restrained. Very curious about Qin Dong, but he did not dare to stay in Qin Dong for a long time, like that, just like a pilgrimage.
Qin Dong nodded lightly and looked at Wu Qingxu. As Qin Dong’s gaze fell on his body, Wu Qingxu only felt that there was something on his body. It was not a heavy one. The mind of a pure day was so bad that there was a sign of failure. Suddenly realized that Qin Dong’s cultivation was only more powerful than he had imagined.
I saw Qin Dong's hand, and the sword in Wu Qingxu's hand immediately flew out and turned into a streamer, falling into the hands of Qin Dong. All of this, Wu Qingxu can only watch, and there is no possibility of stopping.
Hold the sword and wave it with a sharp sword, straight into the sky. At the same time, a splendid brilliance, with the momentum of the sword, its momentum, earth-shattering, Wu Qingxu never thought about it, this sword can actually emit such power. It made him unable to stop his heart, because of his ability, and buried the edge of the sword.
Jianguang is like a practising, skyrocketing, breaking the starry sky, like a lightning bolt of color, bursting in the night, straightening the glory of the stars, and hiding it. [
Wu Qingxu’s heart was awkward. If this sword attacked him, he was afraid that he would turn into a fly ash in an instant.
The sword light flashed, only to hear a bang, and followed. The sword seemed to be unable to withstand the violent cultivation of Qin Dong and turned into pieces.
Wu Qingxu’s heart hurts. This sword is not easy to come from time to time. It is hard to come by, and he has been with him for many years. He has died with him several times, just like his life.
Zuo Zhiyu and others did not understand why Qin Dong had to destroy this sword, and stood alone on the spot, full of fascination.
Although the sword was turned into pieces, it did not fall from the sky, but was wrapped in a red ray of light.
This red "color" light is like a melting pot, in which the pieces of the sword melted and turned into a molten iron with silver.
The red "color" light enters and exits in it, and the flow of molten iron is constantly changing, and finally the shape of a long sword is fixed.
The red "color" light was collected at this time, and then the green spirit of the "color" followed, and then wrapped it again. After about half a mile, a dazzling silver light suddenly burst out of the center of the water spirit, and then it was like Fengming, like the whistling sound of the dragon, screaming.
This howling is clear and powerful, like a spiritual "sex", Wu Qingxu is a sword of love, a person who knows the sword, seems to realize what, a handsome face, because of excitement, and some slightly trembled.
The spirit of the water spirit dissipated, a three-foot long, full body snow, all without a trace of impurities, imaginary air. There is also the shadow of the original sword, but anyone can feel that this sword at this time is by no means comparable to the previous one.
Qin Dong's big sleeve waved, and the sword flew straight toward Wu Qingxu. Wu Qingxu subconsciously grasped the hilt, and in a flash, the feeling of a mixture of water "milk" spread directly throughout his heart.
"This is..." Wu Qingxu's emotional excitement at this time can no longer be described in words. The whole person was shaking constantly, his eyes fixed on the sword in his hand, and he was a little crazy.
The sword that was re-hardened by the chaos of Qin Dong, whose quality does not know how many times better than the original, is really worthy of the word 'Baojian'. As for the former one, in comparison, at best, only Can be regarded as a fire stick.
The five left-handed feathers who stood up next to Wu Qingxu couldn’t resist the coldness and anger that came out of the sword. They couldn’t help but retire a few steps back, full of surprise.
Qin Dong sighed a sigh. "It’s a pity that this sword has not been sealed into the sword spirit, so it is still only the iron, and ultimately it is not a soldier."
Wu Qingxu smiled a bit, this realm is high, and the words that are said are really atmospheric. Being able to have such a sword is enough to make him excited for three days and three nights, what swordsman, soldiers, he can't even think about it.