C391 (1/2)

Is Lu Beiyou afraid?

Of course, he was afraid. It had nothing to do with courage.

Just from another perspective, after all, it's the same as meeting parents.

Not to mention Lu Beiyou, even most people are afraid.

Lu Beiyou is the same, but seeing the excitement on mu Qiuqiu's face, Lu Beiyou is embarrassed to say anything even if his legs tremble.

But when he was brought to Castle Peak by the grazing ball, he looked at the things in front of him, and the whole person was confused.

Castle Peak.

This is the most humble hill in the mountain group.

But that year, out of the Castle Peak came a sword mender named Li Mu Niu.

One sword cuts thirty-three thousand peaks,

no gods, no immortals.

Since then, Castle Peak has become a holy land for countless sword practitioners.

But deep in the Castle Peak, it is covered by an invisible sword Qi. Beyond the sword Qi, there are countless sword practitioners, who close their eyes and realize the Tao.

Lu Beiyou stood on the body of Juque sword and looked at the people under him. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

”Qiuqiu, you won't tell me that all the people here are Xiaoqing?”

”What are you talking about?”

Mu Qiu has no good spirit of white Lu North tour one eye.

Then it landed gently on the ground.

”Xiaoqing doesn't like to be disturbed, so he set Jiangang outside so that others can't disturb their life.”

”Suppose someone has penetrated Jiangang?”

Mu Qiu Qiu Jiao snorted and looked at the people sitting nearby. There was a trace of pride in her voice.

”By them? No one will take them to the road. If they want to break the meaning of Qinglian sword, they will have to wait for hundreds or thousands of years. ”

”I, I broke it!”

As soon as Muqiu's voice fell, he saw a man standing up in the crowd with a look of ecstasy.

With his body as the center, the sword will flourish from his body.

A blue lotus blooms in front of him.

Although the color is not as good as that of Lu Beiyou's Qinglian sword, it can barely see a shape.

The people around are also awakened by the movement. They wake up from the feeling and look at the man standing up with envy in his eyes.

Lu Beiyou looked at mu Qiuqiu strangely, and his tone was gradually frivolous. ”Didn't you just say that no one can practice without him?”

Muqiu put his arms around him and looked at the man who stood up. The corner of his mouth also tilted up.

”Let's wait and see.”

Seeing the old God on Mu Qiu's face, Lu Peiyou hesitated for a while. Looking back at the past again, is there anything strange?

”It's him, Li Qing, the 692 immortal sword of poetry in the world

”Let me just say, how can ordinary people understand the meaning of the sword left by Master Li so quickly?”

”Oh, look at him. He's only been here for six years, and he can understand the meaning of Qinglian sword. I've been sitting here for more than ten years, but I still haven't got anything?”