"Sister!"

Shuyinghou, who had no expression, took the lead and came forward and introduced, "Those two are the powerful masters of Hunyuan Daojun and Duoer whom I mentioned to you."

"Um……"

Muxiahou raised his head and looked here.

Zhao Fan and Duoer were also looking at her.

Very pretty.

Although his appearance is slightly inferior to Duoer, he is seventeen.

But his eyes were very dark and bright, extremely energetic, and his temperament was even more sassy and cool that even most men were eclipsed.

And on her fair neck, there was a crescent-like trace.

It seems that he has been hurt by a sharp weapon, leaving an indelible mark.

But on her, it not only doesn’t seem like a flaw, but it’s like a finishing touch, showing a different beauty.

"In the morning of Muxiahou, I have met the Lord of Hunyuan Dao and Duoer's powerful power."

Mu Xiahou said hello, and she also heard about Hunyuan's name. After all, the visitor was a guest, so she still had to give her face.

"I've met Muxiahou."

Zhao Fan nodded.

"I heard that you want to discuss the truth with me? But I also heard that your secret technique has a problem, so you can only use one-step level of the secret technique?"

Muxiahou raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Zhao Fan.

Her eyes contained the mystery of the sword, as if she was asking, are you sure you are qualified?

This is a simple preliminary test.

If not, then don't waste that time.

"What do you think?" Zhao Fan's thought moved and integrated the mystery of the sword into his eyes without any disadvantage.

A moment later, a smile of expectation appeared on Muxiahou's face, "I think it's OK."

Shuyinghou next to him breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhao Fan did not get his sister's approval, then he would be in trouble if he turned around and would not be beaten up.

"please."

Muxiahou raised his hand and made an invitation gesture.

"Um."

Zhao Fan nodded and took steps with Duoer.

Shuyinghou also wanted to go and see the fun.

"Go ahead, there's nothing to do with you."

Muxiahou kicked without any face.

Shuyinghou was kicked and staggered, muttering depressedly: "If you don't show it, don't show it? What's so great about it?"

He could only say helplessly to Zhao Fan: "Brother Hunyuan, then I will go back first. When you finish, contact me and I will invite you again."

"become."

Zhao Fan waved his hand with a smile.

that's all.

Zhao Fan and Duoer came to Muxiahou's great dojo.

Closed independent space and time.

There are a row of weapons stands around the main hall.

However, all the swords on it are thin willow swords.

What is a thin willow knife?

The blade is like a willow leaf, slightly longer than an ordinary sword, but more than half thinner.

Most female Taoist lords who major in swords will choose this type of battle sword.

"There are tens of thousands of dollars in total." Duoer's beautiful eyes were stunned.

"yes."

Muxiahou laughed softly and said, "It was all made by me by one person. There are too many of them, so I feel annoyed, but I still want to take them and keep them."

Zhao Fan and Duoer looked at each other, and probably that person was Ling, the brother-in-law mentioned by Shuyinghou.

but.

In the huge Ling Mansion, except for Muxiahou, there was no other person's aura fluctuation.

Probably not at home.

Zhao Fan thought so.

Then.

Duoer then came to the edge of the temple, transformed into a chair, and then took out the juice. She said leisurely: "Dayong, you should concentrate on your discussion, don't worry about me."

"good."

While Zhao Fan was talking, Emperor Ming and the Saint General’s Battle Sword appeared on both sides of him at the same time.

"This knife is good."

Muxiahou's eyes fell on Di Ming's sword, and the holy general's sword that came from the secret realm of the Holy Realm seemed to be garbage that could not catch her eyes. He did not waste any gaze from beginning to end.

"I think so too."

Zhao Fan photographed the emperor's name.

"Haha, I feel like I'm floating in the air after getting her comments." The voice of the Spirit of Emperor's Name sounded in his consciousness.

Immediately.

Zhao Fan and Muxiahou turned around at the same time, walked fifty steps each, and then sat down face to face.

Muxiahou picked up the thin willow knife he carried with him.

The texture instantly sublimates from ordinary ordinary soldiers and is revealed without leaving any more, which is the level of eternal holy objects.

No wonder I don’t like the Saint General’s Battle Sword.

The saint general-level treasure is higher than the top-quality saint treasure and lags behind the eternal holy object.

"Let's start." Muxiahou started to practice his skills.

Zhao Fan also started his martial arts, holding the emperor's name and temporarily put the Saint General's sword aside.

The two people had a rich mystery of swords.

Not only that, the sword energy was also emitted from the swords of both sides.

Four kinds of fluctuations touched in the void.

It turned into a big vortex, covering the area where Zhao Fan and Muxiahou were.

Each other's consciousness enters the world of nothingness.

This world is composed of the mystery of the sword and the sword energy.

Here, mysterious collisions can be carried out as you wish.

But the feeling is far stronger than the battle in reality, because it is aside all irrelevant factors, and some are just pure swordsmanship.

...

Time passes by minute by second.

Duoer on the edge of the Great Dao, bored.

She calculated the time, and it had been a year and a half since the beginning of the discussion.

However, Zhao Fan and Muxiahou still showed no sign of stopping.
Chapter completed!