Chapter 37 Purple Sword Endless

Holding the thin horse behind him, the swordsman himself did not know how many times they had turned. Finally, the disciple of the Broken Sword Gate who led the way opened a branch: "Young Master, here we are."

"Who." Two long swords stabbed out of the trees at the same time. The Chinese warrior who led the way did not move like a mountain and answered calmly, "It's me. The young master is here.

"Young master?" The two disciples of the Broken Sword Gate spoke with one voice and looked at the sword clan at the same time. I saluted as soon as I saw it at first sight. After a brief greeting, I saw a figure floating down from the rocks opposite, with a gray robe, a burly and straight body, and long hair dancing in the wind, which showed a chivalrous spirit: "My purple sword is boundless to visit the young master."

There was another greeting. The swordsman looked around and took five or six tents in the hill, which was very simple. The purple sword Wuya looked at the butterfly dance and couldn't help but be surprised. The appearance of the butterfly dance was really unexpected by the purple sword. Purple Sword Wuya put his finger in his mouth and whistled. The white eagle that had been hovering in the sky spread its wings and landed steadily on the shoulder of Purple Sword Wuya.

Butterfly dance praised: "What a eagle."

Purple Sword Wuya doted and touched the white "thousand-mile eagle" on his shoulder: "This thousand-mile eagle is simply an eye flying in the sky, otherwise it would not have found a strange brother among tens of millions of people."

"Let's go first." When the swordsman said this, several people walked into a simple tent.

The tent is simple, with only some pots and pans. Several disciples of Broken Sword Gate spread some leaves on the ground and have the right to use them as cushions. This is at least cleaner than sitting directly on the ground. Set up a pot in the middle of the tent. It is indeed not meat, or hot pot, of course, but simply put some melons and fruits.

"I can't live in this place, and I hope the young master and the butterfly door owner will forgive me."

Everyone nodded to show their understanding. The sword clan took a golden fruit and stuffed it into their mouth. In the past few days, they have been eating meat almost every day, and they are tired of eating it. Now they can taste the fresh fruit, and the sword clan will naturally not let it go.

"This is a specialty here called 'Younas's admiration'." Purple Sword Wuya took out a fruit exactly the same as the swordsman's hand and threw it to the different dust: "Brother, eat some too."

"Come on, you really don't know or not. The door owner has been trapped in the golden tribe." The mind of the different dust is not at all in the fruit.

"I know." Zijian Wuya did not show the surprise that he wanted to see at all, and still ate the 'Younas' admiration' in his hand slowly; "And I also know that there are 400,000 people on the golden tribe."

As soon as he saw the endless movement of the purple sword, he was angry in his heart: "Since you know why you don't save people."

"I'll wait for you here." As soon as Zijian Wuya lifted out the identity of Jian Xiao, he saw that it was Jian Xiao's idea, and he had nothing to say for a moment.

"Let's talk about how you are here first." The swordsman finished eating the golden fruit in their hands. I patted the juice on my palm.

Purple Sword is boundless but respectfully: "The doorkeeper ordered us to cross the upper ridge in the north, intercepted the official road from East Prussia to violets for three days, and then went westward. Our team must arrive at the forbidden place of Laran within ten days, which is here. Then we will have a round with the young master here. After the doorkeeper said that we would meet, it would be all up to the instructions of the young master.

The dissent is a little disappointed, regretful and even lost: "Is it so simple?"

"What else do you want to do? All this is the master's plan. The two guys, Zijian Wuya and Yijianchen, have always been enemies.

"I thought there was some shocking secret operation." After saying that, he quickly spit.

"Have you come up with anything?" The butterfly dance looked at the Soege sword clan.

"Maybe Uncle Xiao has calculated our itinerary clearly." The swordsman sighed.

Butterfly dance glanced: "It goes without saying that the only thing he didn't count was me."

"Disciples of Broken Swords, but at the order of Shaozhuang Lord." When Zijian Wuya said this, the eyes of everyone in the tent focused on the sword clan.

"How many days have you been here?" The swordsman glanced at the crowd.

"About five days." Purple Sword Wuya answered without thinking about it. After saying that, Zijian Wuya took out a map from his arms and pounced on the swordsman, pointing to a small mountain on the map: "This is the forbidden place of Dalaran." Purple Sword Wuya said, pointing north with his index finger to a group of hilly terrain: "This is the golden hills, and the golden tribes are stationed on it. Dalaran's forbidden land is 150 miles away from the golden tribe.

"We're over. We must be dead." The butterfly dance only took a look and didn't look at it: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm going out for a walk." After saying that, the swordsman picked up the ice blade on the ground and went out of the tent. Now the only thing that dares to follow is the butterfly dance.

The first-class butterfly dance came out of the tent, and Zijian Wuya pushed the dust: "Why did the butterfly dance come over?"

See the dust: "It is said that it is for the door owner."

Zi Jian Wuya: "Is there a play?"

"I guess there is an inside story, or the doorkeeper succeeded in the girl's plan." Compared with the boundless purple sword, the dust seems more or less oily.

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"What are you looking at? Standing in the forbidden land of Dalaran, you can't see the golden tribe 150 miles away."

Facing the question of the butterfly dance, the swordsman shook his head: "I'm not thinking about how to see the golden tribe. I'm wondering why Uncle Xiao wants Zijian Wuya to meet us here." After saying that, the swordsman looked at the butterfly dance with inquiring eyes. The latter shook his head vigorously and resolutely, which made people have no doubt: "Don't look at me. I don't know what your uncle Xiao thinks."

The swordsman's attitude of shaking his head at the butterfly dance was also very helpless: "I'm afraid it's really meaningful that Uncle Xiao wants Zijian Wuya to wait for us here."

"It's meaningful and useless. You'd better think about your sword flute. How many days can you live?"

"You seem to want him to die." The swordsman smiled.

As soon as he heard the swordsman's words, the butterfly dance suddenly became angry: "Of course, he doesn't have to go to Dieyi Mountain every year. It's so annoying."

If the swordsman did not receive the butterfly dance, their deep eyes continued to look far north.

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The butterfly dance pushed the front sword clan hard: "Don't pretend to be deep. Let's say a few words for analysis.

"I can't think of any way to save myself?" Butterfly dance sneezed fiercely: "Your sister's here is so cool and a little cold."

"Isn't this near 30 degrees north latitude? How can it be cold?" The swordsman's true air flowed all over his body, and he couldn't feel any coldness.

"What 30 degrees north latitude? What is 30 degrees north latitude?

The swordsman consciously spilled the beans: "Nothing? I mean, it's very close to those hot areas. It shouldn't be so cold.

"Oh." The butterfly dance wrapped her clothes: "But I still feel cold." After nagging, the butterfly dance looked at the stone. The sword clan had disappeared. The butterfly dance burst into tears: "It's the same virtue as your uncle." Butterfly dance took a closer look, and the sword clan stood on the road down the mountain with a hundred arms away from him, motionless. Regardless of how fast the light skills of the swordsman move, the butterfly dance jumped down and landed steadily beside the swordsman: "What's wrong?"

"Does the door owner feel anything?" The sword clan did not return, knowing that the butterfly dance had come behind him.

"What do you feel?" After saying that, the butterfly dance took a few tight breaths before opening her eyes: "I didn't feel anything."

After saying that, the swordsman opened his hands and hugged nature. The swordsman's face was slightly intoxicated: "It's a cool wind. It makes people feel comfortable."

Butterfly Dance smiled helplessly: "At least you are also a cold-faced swordsman who has traveled to many places. What's so strange about the wind in this place?"

The swordsman shook his head: "It's very close to the hot forest of the valley. It's really safe and not to feel very hot, but the wind is so cool."

"What do you want to say?" Butterfly dance is not used to beating around the bush at all.

"This wind is from the north."

Butterfly Dance finally felt that she could deeply despise the Swords: "Nonsense, it's a pig that knows that the wind must come from the north. Only the north wind can be so cool? The south wind must be hot.

"Dalaran's forbidden land is so high." The swordsman ignored the satire of the butterfly dance, turned around and looked up. In front of the sword clan, they were still still the peak people

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After all, the patience of the butterfly dance was limited. As soon as he saw the contempt just now, he not only did not let the Soege sword clan shut his mouth, but immediately said arrogantly: "Stop talking nonsense and get to the point quickly."

"I feel that the wind above is very different from the wind we are blowing now?"

The butterfly dance almost didn't spit blood. Originally, I thought that the Soege sword clan would no longer talk nonsense, but I didn't expect that the Soege sword clan was still full of nonsense at this time. There is a continuous situation.

"The wind we are feeling now is from north to south, and the place where we just stood on the stone we stood before is indeed from south to north."

Butterfly Dance is finally not as idiotic as Lone picking flowers. Although there are still doubts in his mind: "The wind must have blown from the ground, but it can't climb the forbidden place of Dalaran, so the wind changed its direction and blows north. Form a reflux.

"But is this useful?" The butterfly dance looked at the swordsman with suspicion.

"I still have to think about it." After saying that, the swordsman jumped up the mountain.

"Master? Why did you go down just now? Purple Sword Wuya and the different people stayed in the tent for a long time and did not see the swords and butterfly dance back to the tent, so they came out to have a look.

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