Chapter 60 Cliff

"We have gone deep into the golden forest." As soon as the swordsman finished speaking, they suddenly stopped.

The slightly backward butterfly dance followed: "Why did it suddenly stop?"

"How big is the golden forest?" The swordsman stretched out his hand, and the map was on the butterfly dance. Naturally, he could only ask her for it.

The butterfly dance took out the map and spread it out to look at: "It's very big, with a radius of 30 or 40 miles."

"Uncle Xiao hides and waits for us on the edge of the golden forest?" The swordsman suddenly wondered, and all kinds of doubts filled their minds in an instant.

"What do you mean?" The reaction of the swordsman and what the swordsman said fell into the eyes of the butterfly dance. In terms of reasoning, butterfly dance is as different as other girls as ever. This is like Conan and Xiaolan in Detective Conan. Xiaolan's reasoning ability is completely unknown.

"In common sense, how much courage and determination should be to hide in a place, no matter what, you have to hide in the center of the forest or in a lush place, on the edge of a forest."

The words of the swordsman suddenly made the butterfly dance realize. After all, although the butterfly dance's reasoning ability is a little poor, it still has basic common sense. Butterfly Dance grabbed the map in the hands of the swordsman: "What do you think you should do?"

"Slowly move forward. Maybe the two people will follow up with the two living maps of different people. With their two living maps, everything is fine." After saying that, the swordsman immediately slowed down their progress.

The butterfly dance also relaxed angrily: "Well, we have to wait for the two turtles. Let's wait until next year."

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Yi Jianchen sneezed fiercely and stood up from the branch: "Let's keep up. I feel that someone is calling us."

"Don't scream with a sneeze. Maybe your wife misses you." Purple Sword moved his shoulders lazily.

"Get out of here." Yi Jianchen was really annoyed. He had nothing to talk about his wife. Is Zijian Wuya sick?

"I forgot that your wife has passed away for many years." The purple sword sighed helplessly. The dust is on the verge of rampage. This sister really can't be opened.

"Is it time for us to start?" Yi Jianchen sat on the branch and blew the mountain wind, and looked down at the purple sword below.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I guess the young master and they should soon find the door owner. Let's go to shine. Don't forget that they are a bunch of small couples and a bunch of old couples." After saying that, Zi Jianwu spit out the leaves in his mouth.

He Jianchen patted his palms: "Let's forget this matter. Yes, we should create time for the four of them." There was a smile on Yi Jianchen's face, but the smile did not last long, and a slight click interrupted the conversation between the two.

"What's the sound?" The first to ask this was dissent.

Purple Sword Wuya looked up. Unfortunately, the crack of the branch completely fell into the eyes of Purple Sword Wuya. Purple Sword Wuya had to be full of tears and waved goodbye: "Brother, take care."

"What,,,,,,,," The dust was still waiting to be seen, the branches made a loud noise, and the man fell down like a cannonball. A huge human pit was smashed on the ground.

"I cao your mother." The fall of different dust is completely free to land. On the way to the ground, different dust did not hold a branch that could support him. In fact, this can't be blamed, because the tree here has few branches on the trunk except for a few branches on the top of the tree. Things came too suddenly, and even the reaction speed of Purple Sword Wuya could only reach this speed.

"Please speak civilly." Zijian Wuya's face was serious, and his heart was full of cola. The seven layers of martial arts fell down the tree, which was the first anecdote in the world.

"Your mother pulled a B and came down to me." Yijianchen knows too much about Zijian Wuya, the obscene middle-aged uncle of 13. At this time, he must be gloating to death. Yijianchen can't stand it, so he flew out with one foot. Previously, Yijianchen fell to the ground. It was because Yijianchen was too excited, which caused the branch to break, but Xiangjianchen insisted on the tree. The accident was very different. I only saw the strange dust fly out, and there was a loud click in the forest. The big tree kicked by the strange dust, the root of the tree was directly broken, and the purple sword Wuya immediately flew down before the tree fell down.

"Let's go." Seeing that the dust sword's own goal had been achieved, and he didn't say anything more, he began to urge the purple sword to be boundless.

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"These two people are not lazy on the road, are they?" The swordsman and the butterfly dance sat on a stone, and both of them looked at the distance in a bad mood. The swordsman and the butterfly dance walked slowly. After walking here for most of the day, they consciously stopped, because it was not a simple terrain in front of them at all. A cliff appeared in front of them, let alone continue to walk forward, because it was simply jumping off a cliff, not looking for someone.

The swordsman and the butterfly dance searched on the edge of the cliff for a long time, but they didn't see what was under the bridge and cliff.

"I think the two of them are walking slowly on the road now." Saying this, the swordsman turned their eyes to the distance: "Do you see anything below?"

The butterfly dance shook her head and only saw a sky-blue lake. "Am I right, lake?"

"We didn't read it wrong." After saying affirmatively, the swordsman pointed to the distance again; "No forest below is a lake, and this is the edge of the golden forest."

"I also saw this." Butterfly dance nodded: "So what?"

"Look at your head." The swordsman pointed to the top of his head.

Two white eagles kept hovering above the heads of the sword clan, and there were no rules. At least in the eyes of the sword clan, they couldn't count how many circles.

"One circle, two circles, three circles,,,,,,,,,,,,,,." As soon as the butterfly dance counted three circles, it found that the two thousand-mile eagles flew their northern and south wings separately. The butterfly dance thought that it had finished counting, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised its throat. The two white eagles returned from afar and swept at low altitude. Just as the two white eagles were about to fly to the head of the butterfly dance, they did suddenly climb up.

The swordsman saw this scene and sighed in their hearts that the climbing movement was too similar to those fighters on the earth. What I play with is the heartbeat.

Butterfly dance was almost scared by the white eagle suddenly swept low, but even when there was no soul, the butterfly dance still pulled out the silkworm soft sword in his hand with a little calmly, ready to cool the white eagle. The butterfly dance did not expect that the white eagle did play a perfect heartbeat in the process of coming from a low altitude.

"What kind of thing is this?" The butterfly dance, thinking that the white eagle was going to attack him, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The swordsman also sat helplessly on the stone: "Wait, wait for the two middle-aged uncles to come."

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"Your sister's, it must be that the young master is urging me." I saw that the dust was cold and sneezed again.

Zijian Wuya jumped from this tree to that tree and said, "Strange, are there any problems that can't be solved in the presence of those two perverts?"

"That's right. The ability of those two perverts is not the way to meet mountains, cross rivers, and kill gods." As soon as Yijianchen finished saying this, he sneezed again. This sneeze almost made the Yijian dust fall down from the tree in mid-air. Fortunately, Zijian Wuya's eyes quickly grabbed the collar of Yijianchen.

Yi Jianchen hugged a branch tightly and calmed his soul first: "It seems that Shaozhuang is very anxious."

"I feel the same way." After saying that, Zijian Wuya also sneezed.

"What on earth are these two white eagles expressing?" The swordsman looked up for a long time and didn't see what was going on.

"Don't ask me, this is your family's." After saying that, the butterfly dance didn't care about the swordsman and turned his eyes to the distance alone.

"There has never been a white sculpture in Jimo Villa. This white eagle is from the magic door." The sword clan corrected the butterfly dance.

"Is there any difference between the Magic Gate and you, Jimo, who were a family more than 100 years ago?" The butterfly dance stared at the swordsman and didn't look like an elder at all.

"Of course, the magic gate is external, that is, Mo Villa is internal."

Butterfly Dance didn't want to struggle with the swordsman, so she snapped her fingers: "Anyway, both of you are surnamed Jian, and the two of them are here." Just as the butterfly dance was talking.

Purple Sword Wuya and Different View Dust flew out of the woods and directly swept over the heads of the sword clan, which scared the sword clan and the butterfly dance. What was in front of them? Although jumping off the cliff is a pool, the person who practices martial arts is not an immortal bird. In this way, you have to jump in terms of psychological quality. At least you can't be afraid of heights.

The swordsman thought of a key, these two idiots. Although the sword clan said something, his hands were indeed not slow at all. As soon as he stepped on his feet, Zhenqi suddenly told the flow. The sword clan floated out gracefully and grabbed the hand on the edge of the cliff. The butterfly dance saw that the sword clan flew out, and the silkworm soft sword threw it to the ground. It was suddenly much faster than the sword clan. It flew to another place and grabbed a hand hanging to the west of the cliff.

The weight of the two middle-aged uncles did reach the point where it was time to lose weight. The swordsman pulled and pulled them to save the people under the cliff. The butterfly dance and the strange dust over there had collapsed on the stone. From this point, it can be indirectly seen that the purple sword is much heavier than the dust of different opinions.

"You two play with your heartbeat." The swordsman looked at the two middle-aged uncles with reproach.

Di Jianchen rubbed his nose: "It's not that you two are in a hurry. I sneezed more than 20 times along the way. Six of them almost fell from the tree.

Only then did the swordsman find that there was a place to break the forehead of the different dust. The swordsman quickly took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from his arms and threw it to the different dust. By the way, he pointed to the sky: "I don't know what the white eagle in the sky is expressing. You two have a look."

While pouring the powder, he narrowed his eyes and hurriedly said, "Wait."

Jian Xiao and Shun'er are about to come out. Where are the brothers? Guess, please vote.