Chapter 30 Rare Attributes

Sitting quietly on the shelf, he smiled mischievously: "The sword brother must know it, and everyone knows it. Just look at Sister Xiao Yu's temper."

"It seems that Shuner is also going to teach a lesson like a dead perish." After Xiao Yu finished speaking, he pinched Shun'er with his teeth and claws, and suddenly the hall was full of laughter, with a unique purple color on his face.

Zhu Jian Wanrong looked at Shun'er with a doubtful face: "Brother Suo, what is this moment?"

When I heard Zhu Jian Wanrong's questioning, I thought for a moment: "She is a distant cousin who has been separated for many years."

"Ah." Dugu Caihua looked at the swordsman with a frightening face and then said, "Damn it, boss, I love my distant cousin so much." The sword clan shook its index finger with a helpless expression, and of course, he understood the meaning of the sword clan.

Casting Jian Wanrong did not doubt that he was there. He patted his chest with one hand and said to himself, "It's okay. Fortunately, she is just a distant cousin who picks flowers alone, otherwise I would have thought that Brother Suo was in love with the young.

If the swordsman knew that Zhu Jian Wanrong had such a thought, they would probably want to die. The swordsman's eyes touched the ice blade and immediately asked Wanrong, "What method can repair the ice blade?"

Before Wanrong had time to speak, Zhu Jian's flat clothes stroked the ice blade: "I need the blood of five attributes of meridians. Suxian's nephew has water attribute meridians, Miss Xiao Yu is the fire attribute meridians, Dugu Xian's nephew is metallic, and most of the people in the Sword Villa are earth attributes. I think the virtuous nephew should also know which attribute our Chinese people lack most.

"One wooden attribute has only been made in ten years." The swordsman nodded.

"Yes, the attribute of the virtuous nephew (the sword clan is the same attribute of water and fire) is rare in a thousand years, but it seems that none of the people present are wooden attributes, and in 20 days, the people of the casting sword villa will also go to Diefeng Mountain to participate in the Chinese martial arts conference. If they can't find a wooden attribute, the virtuous nephew's cold I'm afraid the ice blade will have to be delayed. After all, the cold blade is cast by the ancestor of the casting sword villa, Zhangping, who has spent his whole life's energy. There is a sword spirit in the sword. The simple broken sword is easy to repair, but the torn sword spirit does need the blood of five attributes of meridians to heal. After saying that, he sighed.

The swordsman suddenly felt a burst of loss. When it was broken, he still felt that it might be repaired, but now, I'm afraid it's not as simple as I thought. The whole Chinese people only have one wooden meridians in ten years. Unlike the Yi people, wooden magicians need a pile of them. In the Chinese people, there are indeed very few wooden meridians. Is the ice blade broken like this?

Zhu Jianpingyi sighed and patted the sword clan on the shoulder: "Maybe God bless the virtuous nephew, so that the virtuous nephew can find a person with wooden meridians."

The swords know that casting swords and flat clothes are comforting themselves. This wooden attribute has only been out for a hundred years. I'm afraid their luck is not so good. Thinking of this, the swordsman immediately arched their hands to cast a sword and was about to speak.

"The virtuous nephew might as well stay here for one night. How about I take over the wind and wash the dust for the virtuous nephew so that Wanrong and the virtuous nephew can get together."

The swordsman thought for a while and nodded. It happens that I haven't had a good time with Wanrong for many years.

After dinner, a touch of sunset hung in the sky for a long time and did not want to fall. The swordsmen sat alone in the yard and felt the aura of heaven and earth. The true qi in their bodies kept shrinking their thoughts and running, and the extremely cold true qi constantly moistened the swordsman's scriptures along the way. Vein, the aura of heaven and earth constantly enters Dantian with their own breath.

A text is constantly reappearing in the mind of the swordsman: if it is deep, it will accumulate, if it is accumulated, if it is, if it is, if it is, if it is, if it is if it is, it is if it is, if it is if it is if it is, it if it is if it is if it is if it, it is if it if it is if it is if it is if it is if it is if it is if it, The sky is on top and the ground is on the bottom. If you obey, you will die, and if you rebel, you will die.

The aura of heaven and earth is constantly gathering towards the swordsmen. Countless natural breaths surged towards the sword clan like moths on fire. Countless spiritual forces sucked the Dantian in the sword clan's body, and countless spiritual forces floated out of the body with the exhalation, but the breath that floated out was like ice. The layers of frost covered the sword clan like a veil, looking as thin as Wings of cicadas.

Wanrong felt the extremely cold breath in the courtyard waiting to make a sound, and the casting sword flat clothes really covered Wanrong's mouth. The two looked for a yard everywhere, and Wanrong patted his undulating chest: "Brother Suo seems to be stronger than before."

"He is deliberately suppressing his strength." The cast sword and flat clothes are full of helplessness.

"What does father mean?" Wanrong covered her mouth in surprise.

"Wanrong, you should know the background of the sword clan." The cast sword sat aside with a sigh.

Casting Jian Wanrong nodded: "Wanrong knows a little, but not much."

"The meridians of the two attributes of water and fire are rare in a thousand years. Wanrong thinks that this kind of dual-attribute meridians is good?"

"So strong, since it is a rare attribute meridians in a thousand years, it is naturally not ordinary."

Zhu Jianpingyi shook his head and shook his head: "Wrong, once there are two attribute meridians in the human body, there will be a very dangerous situation, that is, the opposition of the two attribute meridians. If you don't practice martial arts, you can still live a lifetime. As soon as you practice martial arts, you will have meridians conflict and die in severe pain."

"Why is Brother Suo still practicing martial arts, and Brother Suo doesn't seem to be fine."

"Because of the ice blade." Zhu Jian Pingyi said here, as if he was thirsty and poured himself a cup of tea: "The ice blade is the eleventh on the list of Chinese divine soldiers. The sword body itself has an extremely strong ice atmosphere. This breath can penetrate the body of the sword clan and suppress the fire attribute meridians in the sword clan's body, so the sword clan can't leave the ice blade for a day, otherwise He must die of severe pain."

Zuo Jian Wanrong was so scared that she turned pale and wondered: "Since Brother Suo has a cold blade, why can he suppress his strength?"

"The ice blade can only be suppressed for a while. As the power of the sword clan increases, the fire attribute meridians are actually growing, but it is just suppressed. Once the sword clan is so strong that the true qi of the meridians in its own body can run on its own, the ice blade will absolutely not be suppressed at that time, and the fire in the sword clan's body Attribute meridians, so 25 swords will disperse their skills every month to weaken their strength. So that the ice blade can continue to suppress the fire attribute meridians in the body"

Zhu Jian Wanrong nodded.

At this time, the swordsman came in and saw the two of them quickly saying hello: "Uncle, Wanrong sister."

"You young people talk." Zhu Jianpingyi walked away with a laugh: "Nephew, don't bully Wanrong."

The swordsman shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid it's true that I was bullied by Wanrong's sister

The pink fist was pounded, and the casting sword Wanrong punched the sword clan fiercely: "Dead brother, you will bully me."

The swordsman patted Wanrong's shoulders: "Have you been sleeping a lot recently?"

"Woo-woo, Brother Suo will say Wanrong's shortcomings, which are not good at all." After saying that, Zhu Jian Wanrong pouted and turned her head to look elsewhere, but her hands rubbed the edge of her clothes, and her heart was extremely nervous.

The swordsman sat down and poured a cup of fragrant tea for Jian Wanrong: "Sister Wanrong, sit down."

"Brother So, that..." Zhu Jian Wanrong was so nervous that she couldn't speak at this time: "That?"

"Do you want to ask Xiao Yu if she has become with me?" The swordsman said here and did not go on.

Zhu Jian Wanrong nodded desperately: "That's right." As soon as Zhu Jian Wanrong said this, Fang felt that he had lost his words and hurriedly lowered his head, and his little face turned red like drinking wine. The swordsman shook his head: "No, it's just that Xiao Yu gave me 5,000 legal coins, so I have the obligation to send her to the sword mountain villa."

"Really?" Zhu Jian Wanrong carefully glanced at the Soege sword clan and lowered his head like a kitten. The sword clan was speechless, and a smile leaked in his eyes: "Is it necessary for the sword clan to lie to Wanrong sister?"

Casting Jian Wanrong shook her head like a broken wave drum: "No need."

"That's right."

At this moment, Dugu Caihua ran over with fear and shouted as he ran to the yard: " boss, boss, help."

"It's not good, brother Dugu." Zhu Jian Wanrong stood up directly, and the sword clan looked helplessly in the direction of the sound.

Xiao Yu's voice also came over, "Hold for me. Grandma actually peeked at me to take a shower." As soon as Xiao Yu's voice fell, she heard the crackling of a whip dance, and Dugu picked flowers and jumped up and down. A purple shadow directly drew a straight line in the air and fell in front of the swordsman.

Seeing that Dugu was out of breath, a dark cloud floated directly on the forehead of the sword clan. Boss, save me, that woman is so good at martial arts.

"You are also the sixth floor of Shuntianjing. She is also the sixth floor of Shuntianjing. How can she not defeat it?"

"Woo-woo, the boss doesn't know anything, then your mother is angry, and your skills will soar directly to the eighth floor of Shuntianjing. Boss, save me." Dugu Caihua said here, as if he was extremely nervous. His two hands clasped the swordsman' arms tightly and almost pinched them into the meat.

"Brother Dugu, why don't I help you stop Miss Xiao?"

The savior who suddenly came, how could Dugu not agree to pick flowers and nodded suddenly: "As long as Sister Wanrong stops the female tiger, I will buy you sugar to eat."

A dark cloud floated over the forehead of the swordsman again and couldn't help saying, "Please, I'm eighteen years old."

"Don't say anything, kneel down and beg to stop, Sister Wanrong."

At this time, Xiao Yu was wearing a red robe and flew over with a long whip in her hand. A whip flew over and swept directly to Wanrong. With a "Sen", Wanrong directly pulled out the sword from her waist and wrapped a long whip. The cold light flew, and Wanrong shouted directly: "Inextreme sword spirit." The sword in the waist shook quickly, and in the cold light, three sword lights flew out and shot at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu hurriedly withdrew the long whip in her hand, twisted her waist, and the long whip trembled: "Whip in the world." The long whip immediately turned into more than N whip shadows, and the three sword lights flew into the pile of whip shadows without a trace. When the sword light was shadowed, Xiao Yu just a "disease" At that time, the countless shadows of whips burst into the casting sword Wanrong. The casting sword Wanrong gently retreated, and the sword in his hand shook, quickly rotated around, and immediately formed a ball of light.

Dugu Caihua was surprised and said, "No way, this is..."

"Sword Shield." The swordsman spit out three words