Chapter 647： Brother (1/2)

”Is Song Jian, come in!” Liu Qingyun's voice came from the hall of the manor.

Song Jian's face was somber that he wiped the blood flowing down and walked towards the manor.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Jian saw a man with an iron mask, looking at him with a playful look, and it seemed that he was the one who had given him a horse.

The man's iron mask only covered half of his face. The appearance of the mask was a goshawk who saw his wings spread. When he saw Song Jian, a look of irony appeared on his face: Yeah, before you became a swordsman, did you realize the complete genius of swordsmanship? I do n’t think so! ”

”Jian Qi, say a few words, you are not as good as him at his age.” A man in a black gown next to him glanced at him.

”Well, brother, you don't need to be a good person right now. I don't think our little master is a fuel-efficient lamp!” Jian Qi coldly hummed and turned his head;

”Well, I accepted your three disciples as a teacher. I don't expect you to be famous in the future. I only hope that your brothers and sisters will live in harmony and support each other.” Staring at the sword Qiyi.

Jian Qi didn't care about his face, shrugged his shoulders toward Liu Qingyun hippie smiley.

”Meet me, Master!” Song Jian saluted.

”Song Jian, this time I called you just to let you and your two brothers know each other. This is your master, Chang Qinghe, and the one wearing the iron mask is your second brother, Jian Qi.” Liu Qingyun Said.

”I've seen a big brother, a big brother!” Song Jian saluted.

The elder brother nodded in return with a smile, Jian Jian grunted coldly, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.

The breath of Master Chang Qinghe is thick and deep, like a flowing river, while Jian Qi exudes a strong momentum, just like a long sword just forged from a sword furnace. The blade is red and sharp. In the sword qi, all three-point fire.

Both of them already have first-order combat power, the level of Changqinghe is thirty-six, and the level of sword seven is thirty-two.

”Song Jian, how have you been in Jianzhentang recently? Are you gaining anything?” Liu Qingyun asked with a smile.

”Very good, I feel a lot of gains ...” Song Jian nodded.

”Cut, even if the first-level combat power has not been reached, you dare to learn the sword array. Do you hold the sword firmly?” Jian Qi said disdainfully.

Liu Qingyun snorted coldly, Jian Qi's body stiffened, and immediately lowered his head, took a cup of tea and drank;

”Just gain something.” Liu Qingyun nodded.

”The two of you have done a great job this time.” After Liu Qingyun and Song Jian talked for a few words, they turned to Chang Qinghe and Jian Qi and said, ”Especially Qinghe, the heart of the Xuantian Yeti is extremely high quality. The power of the Sword Rune Division will increase a lot. ”

”Sword Run Fighter?” Song Jian moved in his heart. It seemed that Liu Qingyun still had a lot of cards he did not know. It was like this ”Sword Run Fighter”, Song Jian heard it for the first time at this time.

Song Jian raised his ears and wanted to hear more about the ”Sword Run Fighters”, but Liu Qingyun only mentioned it occasionally, and did not elaborate. The topic turned and talked about the cultivation of two people on the level.

In the morning, it passed like this. Most of the time, it was Liu Qingyun who said that Song Jian and the three listened.

When analyzing the internal situation of Qingyun Sword Gate, and interspersed with the guidance of the three people's practice of swordsmanship, Song Jian found that Professor Liu Qingyun's disciples were extremely Buddhist, and in most cases they were free-range. Sentence, if you can't remember it, just let it go.