He never thought that he was timid and afraid of things when he collected herbs. On the contrary, he felt that he was a heroic young hero!

Although he, a "teenage hero", has not become famous all over the world, he thinks it is only a matter of time sooner or later!

"The opportunity is here!"

He rolled up his sleeves with a high spirit of collecting herbs, and then he felt something was wrong. This monk robe was really annoying. "I think I am a young ranger who is a great scholar, how can I walk around the world in a monk's outfit?"

Unfortunately, I picked herbs and flipped through the storage magic weapon "Hair-Tong Golden Ring" on my head, searching and searching again and again. In addition to the monk's robe, I also found the monk's robe. While picking herbs, I sighed that Vajra Head Taku had no taste, and took out a shiny green steel sword from the hair-Tong Golden Ring.

The sword is three feet and three inches long and about three fingers wide, and is also one of the collections of Vajra-Taotuo.

"It's a pity that there is no sword sheath!" Cai Xie sighed, "But... it should be a good sword!"

Holding the sword in the backhand, swept out in a "small soul-stimulating style". The sword light flashed, a branch fell to the ground, the incision was smooth, and he said with satisfaction: "Not bad!"

A crisp sound of "Ding..." was heard, and the sword was buzzing with her fingers and bounced the sword body. The sword edge trembled and buzzed...

"The sword sounds like a dragon's roar, and it is so clear that it is so exciting that it lingers in my ears, and it will never fade! It's true that a good sword!"

Cai Xie nodded in a pretentious manner, holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, pinching the tip of the sword with his left hand, and exerting a little force with both hands. With a "crack" sound, the sparkling green steel sword suddenly broke into two pieces. Cai Xie Xie turned red, glanced around sneakily, coughed unnaturally, and said to himself naturally: "Swords are a good sword! Unfortunately, it's easy to break, too much is as good as too much!"

He swung his hands and threw away the broken green steel sword, which was broken into two pieces. He picked herbs and raised his hand to scratch his head. A platinum short sword more than one foot long appeared in his palm. The sword spine was straight, the sword tip was like a snake plate, and the hilt was engraved with the word "curved and straight" on the hilt, and there was also no scabbard.

I don’t care if I take the medicine. I hold the sword in my right hand, and breath flows in my dantian, along the Taiyin lung meridian with my right arm--

"Zheng!"

It seemed like the sound of gold and iron, and a long sword light popped out from the blade of the sword edge of the Quzhi Sword. The sharpness flashed, causing the body to become cold. The sword light was indefinitely swallowed and spit, and it was about to choose someone and devour it.

"Sword Light!"

The medicine was very happy, and his inner breath was reduced. He used the "Sword Technique between Fingers" to control the envoy. The right hand bent the sword and the sword light flashed and penetrated into the sleeve. Then he slid out from the left sleeve. The "Soul Control Breath" of the Lieque acupoint instantly penetrated into the sword body. The platinum curved straight sword turned black and shined black. Then a jingling sound turned into a butterfly-like iron piece and shot in all directions. The hissing sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air made people feel cold. The herbicide was startled. He stepped on the Nine Palaces, turned into a dragon, and his sleeve flew over, avoiding several pieces of broken blades and the body. There was a "swish" sound on the sleeve, and the broken blade chopped and nailed to the dead tree several feet away.

"The soul control breath is so domineering!" The herb was scared and sweated. The hilt of the sword in his hand was broken into powder. A three-inch-long crack was cut on the sleeve of the robe. Fortunately, it did not hurt the skin!

After experiencing this, my dream of collecting medicine and fighting swords in my heart was suddenly ruined. I honestly tidied up my robe and walked down the mountain with bare hands. However, as soon as I reached the middle of the mountain, I suddenly realized that my meridians were already open, and my inner breathing was easy and easy. I could even rely on my sword weapon to force out the sword light. It was just because the "soul control breath" was too domineering, and ordinary mortals could not bear it, but the inner breath of the dantian was not affected. Although I could only emit a long sword light, the sword light was comparable to a magic weapon!

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized my heart. I once again called a three-foot iron sword from the golden ring to play with it. I recalled the perception that the sword light had just broken out. After thinking for a while, I couldn't figure it out. At that time, it seemed to be the internal breathing place. The internal breath and the Quzhi sword seemed to blend in water in an instant. It was just a jingling sound like a sharp sword coming out of the box. The Quzhi sword seemed to have life and spontaneously ejected a long sword light-

I carefully looked at the three-foot iron sword in my palm, surrounded by pure black hilt, and the sharp and straight sword blade should be a rare weapon for my mouth!

But it seems to be slightly worse than Qu Zhijian. When I collect herbs and shoot the sword, the breath in my dantian flows. I am planning to try again to see if the sword light can still shoot out. But there is a wave of weapons fighting and clothes breaking through the air from a distance.

"Chasing?" Cai Xie's eyes lit up, and he looked around, took the iron sword back and forth, and swung his robe sleeves, jumped up to a tree more than four meters tall and hid.

It was midsummer and the leaves were lush, especially the ancient trees in the wilderness. The branches and branches were not cut down by man. People went to one of the nests, letting them blow the wind and sun, and there was no figure. It was indeed a good place for the oriole to rest!

The sound of the clothes breaking through the air became closer and closer. With the panting of panting, two figures emerged from the bushes, one with a white shirt and a jade belt, and the other with a small hat in blue. They were dressed in an authentic master and servant!

Suddenly, the young man in white clothes said something briefly. The servant in blue nodded without hesitation, turned flexibly into the grass that was more than one person tall on the right. The grass was wavy in the distance, winding like a snake, and it was clearly someone walking through it, and the rhythm of the rhythm became larger and larger...

This shocked the herbs who were hiding in the bushes, but what the boy in white shirt did then made the herbs suddenly realize: "Transfer the tiger away from the mountain!!!"

I was not stupid when I picked herbs. I saw the boy in white clothes stomping on the ground with his feet and penetrated into a big tree beside me. I couldn't help but admire this boy a little.

"This kid is no older than his own. He can actually think of such a trick to escape in a critical moment. It's really extraordinary! But... it's a bit too immoral!" I looked at the undulating grass in the distance, and sneered in my heart. I really looked down on the character of the boy in white clothes.

Listening to the sound of messy footsteps from afar, I picked herbs and looked at a big locust tree dozens of feet away from where I was hiding. The leaves were equally dense. The mountain wind blew, and I couldn't see people. I couldn't see shadows when I shone. I smiled disdainfully, my breath flowed, my left hand became a claw, and I silently snatched a piece of wood. I weighed it in my hand. It was full of moisture, and it was not difficult to throw it a hundred feet away without using internal force!

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" Four black-clad swordsmen came out of the bushes one after another. A Zitang-faced swordsman spat hard, tear off a piece of black cloth from his clothes and covered his face, and said murderously: "This little white-clad swordsman has such exquisite light skills, and should be of great origin! Try to kill them as much as possible, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"

The remaining three black-clad swordsmen nodded, "Yes!" and tore off their coats neatly, as if they were trained for a long time.

Zi Tang's face swordsman's eyes turned, and immediately noticed the "abnormal" in the grass on the left. He let out a strange smile like a duck under the masked scarf. He was not in a hurry to chase him. Instead, he said leisurely to the three people behind him: "It turns out that he has never seen the world and is a naughty..."

Before the word "Qing..." was released, the whole person jumped up and rushed towards the big tree where the herbs were collected.
Chapter completed!