Chapter 17: Exchange, the first cold sword (2/2)
The reason why Xun Jun often chooses swords with a smile is that he has cultivated the Nine-style Folding Wave Sword. Although the sword itself is of low grade, the ninth type is very strong. A sword with at least one can be used for defense.
”咻!”
Mind fits into the space ring.
Xi Jun often laughed and saw a sword floating next to the time bomb, two beads inlaid on the scabbard, flashing faint blue light.
”Snapped.”
I walked up, holding the first cold sword, immediately felt the cold breath infiltrated into the palm.
”It's pretty cold.”
”I don't know what the quality is.”
Xun Jun often smiled on the hilt of the sword and pulled it out lightly, but at the sound of ”锵”, a three-foot sword came out of the sheath.
”Whoo!”
The cold breath rushed towards the face, making people shudder.
The width and length of the first cold sword of Hanfeng is no different from that of ordinary swords, but the sword body has a slight cold lingering, giving people a feeling of extraordinary quality!
Xun Jun often laughs, although he does not have a good understanding of the sword, he also sincerely praises: ”Good sword!”
”Head.”
Lu Lu said with a deep face, ”Who are you mean?”
”Uh……”
Xun Jun often smiled and hurriedly regained her heart, laughing: ”I said myself.”
”...”
青 Li Qingyang and others raised a black line.
I said that I was cheap, our head is a little strange.
Lu Lu glared at him, and said lightly: ”Many people are waiting, quickly put on the seal of the head.”
”no need.”
Xun Jun often laughed: ”These members are just right. They have too many disciples, and I can't afford them.”
The system has reminded that the disciples will be punished when they are forcibly collected.
What's more, the rest of the young girls are all low-quality spiritual roots and only have a Kaimai section. There is no training value when they are received.
”Qingyang.”
Xun Jun often smirked and said, ”Stop the booth and leave!”
”Ah? Not recruiting anymore?”
”Jun, you think about it, even if you let me be a disciple!”
”Even if I am going to do miscellaneous work, I'm willing!”
Many teenagers begged.
Xun Jun often laughed and said helplessly: ”I have a small local school of iron bones ~~ I can't accommodate too many disciples. If you want to join, you can come to Qingyang Village after practicing as a warrior.
”Hey.”
The boys and girls disappointed.
They know that there is no outstanding mentor training, no resource opportunities, and break through the martial arts on their own, it must be in the foreseeable future.
”Head.”
Li Qingyang said: ”The door is closed and ready to go.”
”Let's go.”
Xun Jun often smiled and waved away, leaving chicly.
When he first came to Qingyang City, he only had one disciple, and he cried poorly. Now he has left rich, martial arts, and disciples. It is definitely a bumper harvest.
”Stop!”
However, before coming out of Yanwu Stadium, a cold drink came from behind.
”Ok?”
Xi Jun often stopped and laughed and looked back.
I saw a middle-aged man in a blue robe, surrounded by dozens of young disciples.
”It was Elder Weiquan of Lingquan Sect!”
看 ”Looking at his face a bit ugly, is it possible to find trouble for the iron skeleton?”
”Elder Wei is a violent temper. If anyone offends him and his disciples, he will definitely not give up!”
The martial arts of each faction whispered, with fear in their eyes.
The distance is relatively short. When seeing Wei Yinu leading his disciples, he steps back subconsciously to make way for him.
Xun Jun often smiled and said secretly: ”This guy is just a Jiuliu Lingquan sect. Why are many Baliu martial arts warriors afraid of him?”
the reason is simple.
Xi Wei was furious with a total of four brothers, each in the name of anger and sorrow.
They used to be disciples of the Holy Spring Sect of the Five Classes, and succeeded in learning. They went down to create the Lingquan Sect. The elder brother served as the suzerain. The three brothers were elders.
The martial arts of each faction are not afraid of the Lingquan Sect, but the Holy Spring Sect!