Chapter 951: : The heart of a child, the challenge of the sword king, the daughter of the piano crown (1/2)
”Huh... saved.”
The pocky-faced woman let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at Madman Chu with gratitude in her eyes, ”Thank you for saving me.”
She just saw that it was clear that all the Knife Kings were capable of shooting.
Only Madman Chu could save her.
”It's okay, it's just a small effort.”
Madman Chu said lightly, he saved the pocky-faced woman just casually. It was like seeing some poor cats and puppies on the road, throwing out a bone or two casually, all based on his heart.
”It's a simple effort to fellow Daoists and a life-saving grace to me. I have written down this kindness.” The pockmarked woman said solemnly.
Madman Chu glanced at each other.
This woman is tall, with slender legs and delicate features. If she doesn't have that pocky face, she would be a great beauty.
”whatever.”
Madman Chu said lightly.
He did it casually, not expecting anything in return.
”Ok.”
The pocky-faced woman stood aside and stopped talking. Suddenly, she found that a few people were besieged by resentful spirits and were in danger. She hesitated for a while, but still joined the battle circle and went to help.
”It's kind of people who are rare in this world of practice where the weak and strong.” Jian Guan laughed aside.
No one had helped the pocky-faced woman just now, but this woman did not backhand to help other endangered monks because of resentment against the world. This innocent heart is indeed rare.
”Do you know why it's rare?”
”Because I died early.”
Jian Guan laughed mockingly.
I don’t know if it’s the person who laughs, or the world of practice.
Madman Chu was silent.
”what.”
Suddenly, the sword crown whispered, looking at the cultivators who were besieged by the resentful spirits, ”the sword technique they use is... the Dragon Yin Sword Art.”
The besieged monk swung his sword, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and the sword aura intertwined into a dragon's shadow, and the sound of the dragon's chants contained the clouds.
The Longyin Sword Art, this is the unique knowledge of the Longyin Sword Sect, and this Sword Sect is also a spiritual tradition from the sword crown.
”It's a coincidence, do you want to make a move?” Chu Kuang said humanely.
”No, just look at the level of the young cultivators of the Dragon Yin Sword Sect.” Jian Guan smiled faintly.
After a while, the cultivators of the Dragon Yin Sword Sect and the pocky-faced woman worked together to resolve the resentful spirits that besieged them in a shocking and unsafe manner.
”Well, not bad.”
Jian Guan nodded slightly, not satisfied, but not disappointed either.
”Thank you fellow daoist.”
The monk of the Dragon Sword Sect thanked the pocky woman.
”You're welcome.”
Soon, the others also solved the resentful spirits one by one, and began to collect some treasures scattered in this place.
At this time, the sword king walked in front of Madman Chu, saw the sword on his waist, and said calmly: ”Are you a swordsman?”
”For the time being.”
”Swordsman, your strength is not bad, let's make a sword, let me see what your swordsmanship looks like.”
The Sword King said indifferently, the aura on his body crushed out.
Before Madman Chu had spoken, the woman with a pockmarked face next to him first said: ”Now we are in the Guikuling Ridge. It is only right for everyone to deal with the resentful spirit with the enemy. Young Master Jianhai, please think twice.”
Hearing the words of the pocky-faced woman, the sword king's eyes sank, and he said coldly: ”Oh, are you teaching me to do things?”
The pocky-faced woman frowned slightly, ”No such intention.”
”Huh, then get out!”
The knife king snorted coldly.