The performance of the small sword in the heart of the sword is obviously different from before.
Previously, it was only willing to contribute when facing the sword cultivator. It was too lazy to die on weekdays, and it seemed useless.
Therefore, Lu Xun's positioning of it has always been an artifact to restrain sword repair.
Apart from sword repair, its usefulness against enemies is relatively limited.
"What's the matter today, why did you take the initiative to invite Ying?" Lu Xun was a little puzzled.
Maonanbei is a serious swordsman, and he specializes in demon swords.
Don't look at her unreliable appearance on weekdays, but her understanding of knives should not be underestimated.
Among other things, Lu Xun's Sword Intent is now in a state of little perfection, but Maonanbei's Sword Intent is obviously a level higher than his!
Although it can't be said to be Dzogchen, it is still slightly stronger than Lu Xun.
Logically speaking, the small sword in Jianxin shouldn't have much effect, and it shouldn't be so excited.
Could it be because of this breakthrough that brought changes to it
It should be like this, it can't be that this little sword is upset with Xiao Luoli and wants to cut her twice, right
If this was the case, Lu Xun would not allow it.
No big or small!
Maonanbei, it's fine for me to bully you a little bit, but if others want to bully you, that's okay!
At this moment, Lu Xun met Maonanbei's sword with all his strength. While using sword energy and sword intent, he tentatively mobilized the power contained in the small sword.
The next moment, the depths of his pupils turned dark gold.
Looking from a distance, it actually added a touch of majesty to his dusty appearance.
Like an ancient god!
In his eyes, Maonanbei's knife intention was so clear at this moment.
They are no longer burning black flames, but have their own veins!
These veins are like thin lines one after another!
And the little sword in the heart of the sword couldn't wait to slash at them!
Cut those fine lines!
Lu Xun's sword energy collided with Maonanbei's sword, and the sword intent was inseparable from the sword intent.
And at this moment, with a thought in his mind, there seemed to be an invisible sword in his left hand.
With a light wave, although he couldn't cut off all these thin threads, he still cut off some of them!
In an instant, Maonanbei's advantage in sword intent disappeared!
Lu Xun moved forward with sword energy, pressing step by step, crushing the knife gang and the knife intent, and finally, his fingers rested on Maonanbei's head.
He swung forward, his palm brushed over Maonanbei's head, and said in his mouth, "Oh, I missed it."
This is bullying her shortness.
Maonanbei jumped up in anger for a moment. Like a koala, he wrapped his hands and feet around Lu Xun's arm, then opened his small mouth, and bit it.
Lu Xun yelled as if he was in pain, and pushed her hard.
In fact, with his physique, he was still faintly worried: "Will little Luoli knock his teeth?"
In this way, the discussion ended in a farce-like form.
In fact, it was because Lu Xun knew that Maonanbei's child had a bad temper. If he lost, he might feel ashamed and would be able to shut himself up for a long time, so he deliberately provoked her and let her play around for a while.
It can be said that it is very cute.
At this moment, while he was venting his emotions to little Luoli in front of the actor, he was carefully observing the little sword inside Jianxin.
It seems that after this upgrade, it really has new functions!
—Heart Sword Slashing Heart!
It can directly cause harm to [意].
Not limited to sword intent, even sword intent!
This was undoubtedly a huge gain for Lu Xun!
So, with joy in his heart, he screamed even more happily.
"Aww! Fourth Senior Sister, let go of your mouth! It hurts me to death!" He acted with all his might.
"Ah! I'll bite you to death!" Maonanbei threw him to the ground, biting like a crazy wild cat.
The master sat there, looking at the two disciples rolling into a ball on the grass, although there was a smile on his brow, he was thoughtful.
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After such a fuss, Maonanbei really lost his temper.
No, they are sitting on Lu Xun's shoulder now, clamoring to go pick oranges together.
There are many fruit trees on the back mountain, and they all have magical effects.
The jujubes of the jujube tree can restore one's energy, while the oranges of the orange tree can replenish physical strength.
For mortals and low-level practitioners, this is an indispensable spiritual fruit, but for everyone in the back mountain, it is just a home-made fruit.
After picking a small basket of oranges, everyone in the back mountain sat around in the small bamboo forest and started the "Orange Talk".
Everyone chatted while eating oranges, mainly listening to Mr. telling stories.
Exactly how old the gentleman was has always been a mystery.
According to him, he himself forgot how long he had lived.
And in his long life, naturally there have been a lot of anecdotes and anecdotes.
Occasionally speaking a little bit, everyone can listen with gusto.
At this moment, Lin Chan was sitting beside Lu Xun, and Mao Nanbei wrapped his arms around Lu Xun's neck and hung on his body.
Lu Xun peeled an orange and handed half of it to Lin Chan. The other half directly raised his hand and stuffed it into Maonanbei's small mouth, filling her mouth full.
Rain and dew are all dipped.
Mr. himself peeled the orange while holding his orchid finger.
Every time he tells a story, the content is casual, and he can tell it wherever he thinks of it, and often there is no more after the above. In his words, it means that he has lived for too long and forgot...
At this time, the spirit crow that was raised in the back mountain hovered in the air for a while, then landed at Lu Xun's feet, staring at the oranges he was peeling.
Lu Xun broke the orange in half and handed it to Maonanbei and Lin Chan. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he tentatively threw a piece of orange peel at Lingya.
The spirit crow leaned over and pecked in a daze, then flew away fluttering its wings angrily.
"Chicken break!"
"Gan Lin Liang!"
With a move of Lu Xun's finger, a piece of cloth flew up and tied up the crow's mouth.
The gentleman looked at the crow with playful eyes, seemed to arouse a little interest, smiled slightly, and said:
"Today I will tell you about Wuzhi Mountain."
Perhaps it was because the spirit crow came from Wuzhi Mountain that he would talk about Wuzhi Mountain.
"By the way, Wuzhi Mountain was not actually a sect of cultivating demons in the early years. To be exact, the original Wuzhi Mountain was not even considered a practice school." The gentleman said.
"The Wuzhi Mountain at the beginning was a Jianghu sect."
Lu Xun actually knew this, some players from Wuji Mountain had posted the sect's background on the forum.
Among the seven major sects, except for Wuzhi Mountain, the founders of each sect were once powerful and prestigious figures in the cultivation world.
Only in Wuzhi Mountain, the founder of Kaipai is just a knight in the rivers and lakes. According to the strength in the martial arts, he has not even reached the innate realm, but only the peak of the acquired stage, and he can only be regarded as a second-rate master in the martial arts world.
To be precise, the first three generations of Wuzhi Mountain's heads were all mortals.
The subsequent development of Wuzhi Mountain must start with its four generations of ancestors.
The identity of this fourth-generation patriarch has always been mysterious, and even the players of Wuzhi Mountain know little about him.
Therefore, Lu Xun believes that the next story Mr. tells should be from the most mysterious fourth generation patriarch of Wuji Mountain.
But to his surprise, after the husband ate a piece of orange, he said leisurely:
"The story of Wuzhi Mountain begins with its third-generation master, that is, from her, the fate of Wuzhi Mountain began to change."
At this moment, Lu Xun discovered that the crow, which had already flown away, flew back and landed on the bamboo branch.
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