Chapter 171 The competition between the two weapons 1

Zhao Xuan rushed out of the sea of fire with Aunt Hua on his back and came to the river outside the village.

"Madam, wait! I'll get you some water to drink." Zhao Xuan put down Aunt Hua, quickly got up and walked to the river, bent down, picked up the water spray in his hand, carefully walked to Aunt Hua, and dripped the water from his hand on her dry lips.

Aunt Hua's whole body was wrapped in a wet quilt. She was already dying, but when the water fell on her lips, her whole body suddenly trembled and opened her mouth hard to wait for the water to fall little by little.

"Be careful to drink, auntie, don't choking!" When Zhao Xuan saw Aunt Hua's appearance, his heart suddenly surged with sadness.

Aunt Hua quickly finished drinking the water in Zhao Xuan's hand. After moving her body, she slowly opened her eyes. Because she had been smoked by thick smoke for a long time, her eyelids looked a little dry and it was a little difficult to open them. However, she still opened her upper and lower eyelids with her perseverance.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Xuan's anxious face. After seeing him, Aunt Hua was first surprised, and then slowly showed a happy smile. Her lips moved gently, but she was speechless and coughed with excitement.

As soon as Zhao Xuan saw it, he was more anxious and quickly comforted him: "Madam, stop talking and have a good rest!" I'll go to the doctor and talk about it when you get well.

Aunt Hua smiled at the corners of her mouth and seemed to be very happy. Just as Zhao Xuan was about to pick her up to find a doctor, she suddenly reached out and pulled the corner of his clothes. Zhao Xuan turned his head in surprise. He never thought that the dying aunt had such strength at this time.

"Madam, don't you want me to go to the doctor?" Zhao Xuan has been with Aunt Hua for many years. Although they are not mother and son, they have more tacit understanding than mother and son. With just one look, he already understood what she was thinking.

Aunt Hua nodded and coughed twice. In the fire, she inhaled too much smoke. Now she is very uncomfortable, and her chest is so tight that it seems that it can't pass through.

Zhao Xuan stretched out his hand to pat her chest, looking anxious and scared, and a lot of sweat had penetrated into his forehead. Madam, I'd better go to see a doctor!" After saying that, he picked her up again.

Aunt Hua couldn't scream, and Zhao Xuan had no choice but to put her down.

Slowly, Aunt Hua took out a sachet embroidered with a small flower pattern from her chest pocket. Because her hands had been trembling, the small beads on the sachet also trembled gently with the frequency of her hands, shining brightly under the sun.

"Is this?" Zhao Xuan asked doubtfully.

The flower girl wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be stuffed by something and couldn't say a word. She just couldn't take her eyes off the sachet in her hand. Then, tears flowed in her eyes.

Zhao Xuan was confused by Aunt Hua's behavior, but she couldn't speak.

After looking at the sachet for a while, Aunt Hua turned her eyes to Zhao Xuan's face, with a gentle and strange feeling. Zhao Xuan had never seen such a look in Aunt Hua's eyes before. He couldn't say what the strange light was, but his eyes revealed more reluctance.

"Madam, what do you want to say? Is it about this sachet?" Zhao Xuan asked.

After Aunt Hua nodded, she moved her eyes from Zhao Xuan's face to the sachet in her hand.

"Do you want me to take this sachet?"

Aunt Hua nodded again and slowly closed her eyes before Zhao Xuan took over the sachet. At the corners of her eyes, there was a crystal tear quietly, but at this time, there was a happy smile on the corners of her mouth.

Zhao Xuan was completely stunned when he saw her smiling face. After reacting, he cried loudly. The whole body lay on Aunt Hua, and the river next to her was flowing, as if she was cooperating with his crying.

Just after the genius cleared up for a while, it immediately started to drizzle.

On the edge of the cliff at the top of Konglun Mountain, there stood five moving figures with sleeves. They are Konglun Mountain head Hefeng, the elder god operator, Fengyun Mountain head Xiafei Zhenren, the deputy head Tianhe Taoist, and the elder Lan Meizi.

All five of them wear Taoist robes, but the color is a little different.

The breeze brings a trace of comfort, especially on the top of the mountain, which makes people feel more relaxed and pleasant, and temporarily forgets the noise of the world.

Xiafei looked at the mountains in the distance and said with a smile, "Then let's start!"

After some discussion, the leaders of the two factions have reached a consensus, "The chief elders in their respective schools will show their magic weapons, and the goal is a higher mountain ahead. On it, they can use their imagination and transform the mountain into anything they want. Finally, the two leaders will decide which side will win. On the winning side, the little gardener will worship anyone's door.

It's not so much to compete for a disciple as a secret contest between the two factions. Because Lan Meizi and the divine operator are the chief elders of the two factions, the competition between them is absolutely representative.

He Feng nodded and retreated to watch with Xiafei and Tianhe Taoist.

At this time, there are only two people left on the edge of the cliff, the blue eyebrows and the divine operator. Both of them are old men. Although they have reached the age of recuperation, they do not see the decadent color that the old man should have from their vicissitudes of life. Their sleeves are quite out of the dust, more like immortals.

The divine operator turned around and made a gesture to the blue eyebrows, and then stepped aside a little. In terms of qualifications, the two are comparable in terms of status; but in terms of age, in terms of ranking, Lan Meizi is a few years older than the divine operator, and he was once his senior brother. Therefore, the divine operator asked him to take action first.

The blue eyebrows took a step, and his toes were very close to the edge of the cliff, but he didn't even look at it. His eyes slowly raised and looked directly at the tall mountain ahead. From afar, the forest is green, and the mountain is like a monster dressed in green.

The eyes narrowed into a small gap, the purple light flashed in the hand, and the purple sickle immediately appeared.

The purple sickle shines in the sunlight, especially the luster of the metal, which shows its extremely sharp nature.

In a short time, the purple sickle has rushed out, aiming straight at the "green monster" in front of him. Because the purple sickle is relatively small, it has disappeared after flying out for a while. Everyone looked far into the distance, but they could only see the brilliant purple gas reflected on the body of the knife under the golden sunlight.

The purple gas flew further and further and gradually disappeared. After a few breaths, there was a earth-shocking sound from the other side of the mountain, which was as seductive as a demon roar. Even the strata on this side of Konglun Mountain have provoked a slight tremor.

After the purple sickle stabbed into the mountain, it was suddenly pulled out and immediately began to "transform" the whole mountain. It seemed that the crisp sound of broken trees came one after another. The whole mountain had been cut off a small part of the forest, and even some places were bald, which looked very awkward.

In a moment, the purple sickle has completed the task of "transformation" and made the whole mountain many patterns. From a distance, it is the shape of a steed horse. Finally, a huge purple gas lingered from the blade, and the purple gas gradually turned into a faint bright red under the sunlight. Standing on the side of Konglun Mountain and looking over, the top of the mountain in front of it is a picture of forest flowers and horses. On the green trees, the purple-red light appears faintly, forming a little red scene from the green. In addition, a large forest was cut into the shape of a horse, and a breeze blew by, and the horse seemed to be running slowly.

"Tut, it's a masterpiece!"

The two leaders looked at each other, and their eyes were full of admiration, especially Xiafei Zhenren, and a sense of pride arose from the bottom of their hearts.

The purple sickle is really powerful, but the energy contained in a small handful is amazing. Only a few breaths shook the top of a high mountain. What's more amazing is that the forest flower horse "carved" by the purple sickle is even more lifelike. The world-famous purple sickle is really not a false reputation.

And all this is due to Lan Meizi. Without his true anger, I'm afraid that no matter how good the weapon is, it can't be exerted.

In a word, this action is really beautiful. The blue eyebrows looked faint, and the palms of their hands raised in the wind. After a sonorous roar in the distance, the purple sickle had rushed back quickly. At the same time, the mountain in front of him also trembled.

The purple sickle flew back to the blue eyebrows with gusts of breeze and slowly disappeared into the palm of his hand.

"Okay, okay." The applause sounded behind him, and the head of Hefeng and Xiafei praised him in one voice.

The blue eyebrows just nodded politely towards turning back and pushed aside to stop talking.

Next, it's God's turn. He is the chief of one of the thirteen elders of Konglun Mountain, and the head Hefeng naturally has high hopes for him. On the other side of Fengyun Mountain, the blue eyebrows gave Xia Fei a real face. They have always been domineering, let alone lose to others.

The divine operator looked at the vivid picture of Lin Huajun horse in front of him. To be honest, he didn't admire it. That's why he is under more pressure.

took a step forward, his color was positive, his eyes narrowed, and the blue light in his hand appeared, and a powerful sword - Lan Tian immediately appeared.

This is a more famous weapon than the purple sickle, because it was made by the empty hand of the ancestor of Konglun Mountain. Speaking of the ancestor of Konglun Mountain, he is a person who will tremble when he walks a few steps. Can the weapons born from his hands be bad? What's more, it is still refined with its spirit, and it really has the power to break through the sea. Compared with the purple sickle, Lan Tianjian is more famous, but when it comes to agility, the purple sickle is better. Each has its own characteristics, so Lan Tianjian and Purple Scythe have always ranked the same in the world.

The divine operator exhaled slowly and looked forward.