Chapter 106 The Secret of Casting Swords

"Do you hate us so much?" In the face of casting swords, the swordsmen have always been relatively calm and comfortable.

Zhu Jian Wanrong frowned and didn't say a word. She didn't dare to look at the sword clan, and made a small voice in her mouth: "I didn't think about it."

There are only a few words "*eight taels" written in feathers on the yellowed paper. The sword clan is almost certain that if they eat * one or two, it is likely that they will not last more than seven days. No matter how talented the swords are, the true qi in Danchi is only the capacity of the eighth floor of Shuntianjing, which is an unchangeable fact. If it is two taels, the swords can be sure that they will never survive tonight. Eight taels*, such a weight can paralyze the sword clan, sword flute and flower picking at the same time.

"Let's go back first and say anything. After all, we are brothers and sisters. What can't we communicate between brothers and sisters?" After saying that, the sword clan gently patted Zhu Jian Wanrong on the shoulder to show his comfort.

The cabinet door was tightly closed, and everyone sat in the room. The swordsman sat on the top, and his broad right palm tightly pressed the yellow fiber paper at the corner of the table. Jian Xiao's eyes stared at the casting Jian Wanrong under the hall, and there was a murderous atmosphere hidden in his eyes.

"Is there any hatred between you and me?" Jian Xiao looked at the Wanrong girl below for a long time and finally said the first sentence.

"Uncle,,,"

Jian Xiao interrupted Zhu Jian Wanrong's words: "Don't call me uncle. No niece will use * to murder her uncle."

Sword clan: "Uncle Xiao, I think Wanrong may also have unspeakable hardships. Now that things have come to this point, there is still a possibility that everything can be saved. After all, we have found it early."

"Ok, what on earth did you want to use * eight taels to deal with us?" When Jianxiao talked about this place, he turned up the paper and slapped it down. The corner of the table suddenly jumped. Jianxiao was furious: "I am your distant uncle, and the swordsman is your cousin. In an instant, I can be your sister. Picking flowers is also your friend who has been together since childhood. Has your heart been 18 years? There are only these things in it." Jian Xiao said that he was excited. In addition to the saliva flying, he patted down one by one, and the hardwood table suddenly jumped again and clicked. The table seemed to be unable to withstand the direct collapse of this external force. The scattered wooden sticks scattered on the ground, and what stunned the swordsman was that the prescription became a pile of yellow shredded paper scattered under the broken chair.

The swords and picking flowers all looked at the scene in front of them with some frightening, and instantly comforted their chests.

Wanrong has never seen Jian Xiao so angry. In Wanrong's image, this distant uncle seems to be a little unscrupulous. Although he usually does things seriously, he always looks unscrupulous as soon as he finishes things. He looked at Jian Xiao timidly and quickly lowered it. His eyes are full of tears and fear.

Jian Xiao didn't raise his eyebrows, and the table at his feet was even more unheard: "Tell me what's going on." Jian Xiao's tone was finally relieved, and the serious atmosphere in the room finally eased a little.

"My father is in their hands." Zhu Jian Wanrong hesitated for a long time and finally said.

"It's the same as I thought." The saying of casting Jian Wanrong made the sword clan more firm in their inner thoughts, which is why the two fragments in the hands of the butterfly dance are so. Casting Jian Wanrong is also in the same situation now, and the means are like a scratch.

"What do you think of this?" Jian Xiao's eyes looked at the room and finally fell on the sword clan. In fact, several people in the room would discuss with themselves.

"It must be plotted behind us again." Dugu Caihua gritted his teeth and said. Dugu's words made the little girl full of contempt: "That's for sure. Uncle Xiao means what to do now? Instead of asking you why such a thing happened.

In an instant, she taught a brainy lesson, which made Dugu Caihua ashamed. Look at how old the little girl is. Oh, 16 years old. Look at her age. Twenty-two years old and 22 years old were actually despised by 16-year-old people. Damn, it's too failure. Dugu Caihua thought hard several times.

"Wanrong, who is the one who coerced you?" Although this is said in the mouth of the sword clan, an image outlined with strokes did appear in his mind. That's right, the puppet, the underworld emperor, the president of the fallen thirteenth Society.

"I don't know who he is. He just gave a video recorded with a magic crystal, in which Dad suffered all kinds of hardships." Wanrong said in a low voice.

Jian Xiao nodded; "You go back to the room first. We need to consider your handling situation."

"To deal with the situation, please, can you still kill your niece," Dugu Caihua said with sarcasm.

"Shut up, it's nothing for you here." Jianxiao is currently angry. He usually doesn't like the boy who picks flowers. Now he is angry, which is even more so.

Looking at Zhu Jian Wanrong slowly exiting the room, the instant girl also followed her out. Suddenly, there were only three men left in the room.

"How to solve Wanrong's situation? It's okay to say that the owner of the butterfly dance door is fine. If the fragments are gone, it will be gone, but Uncle Zhujian is still in the hands of the enemy." The swordsman said very pertinently.

Jianxiao hesitated for a moment and frowned sharply: "Why do you think someone stares at us as intently every time we have fragments in our hands?"

"Well, this question is really stupid. How simple it is. It must be Wanrong's sister's tip-up." It is rare for Dugu to pick flowers and have a chance to despise the sword flute.

The sword clan was extremely speechless, and Jian Xiao stared at Dugu Caihua fiercely: "According to common sense, things seem to be true, but I think there are loopholes."

Ah. A loophole?" Dugu picked flowers and looked at the sword flute in surprise.

"Bug? What's the loophole?" The swordsman began to think about the meaning of Jian Xiao.

"Maybe someone has been following us and monitoring Wanrong." Jian Xiao made an extremely bold guess.

I have to say that Jian Xiao's speculation was extremely bold. Du Gu Caihua's alertness suddenly increased N times and looked around warily: "Why didn't I feel it?"

"Uncle Xiao means that there is Thomas. People like Yang have been following us. The head of the sword clan is much more flexible than that of Dugu picking flowers.

Jian Xiao nodded: "Don't you think so?"

"But why can we be sure that someone must be following us?" As soon as the swordsman's words fell, he saw Jian Xiao holding the hilt of the long sword in his right hand and drawing his sword out. The snow-white light of the blade flew through the air like a meteor. With a sound, the long sword in Jian Xiao's hand suddenly came out of a long black knife when it was exactly three feet away from the ground. For a moment, sparks splashed everywhere.

Before Dugu could react, a black figure opened the window and left like a monkey.

"Why don't you chase it?" Dugu Caihua chased to the edge of the window and stopped. There was no way that there was no trace of anyone outside the window.

"There is such a fast light power in the world." The word shock is still written on Jian Xiao's face.

The swordsman sat on the chair with some frustration; "Uncle Xiao, how do you feel it?"

"True qi itself is an energy, which is essentially no different from magic. It is a kind of energy. When a martial artist uses true qi or magic, his own true qi or magic energy will cause abnormal movements in the air. Even a strong master can't change this fact. Just now, when I was patting the table, I saw a trace of abnormal fluctuations in the air, so I guessed this idea.

"Who put forward such a powerful theory?" The swordsman is so surprised. If this theory is based on the history textbooks in the previous life, it is that the energy xx theory of the Chinese people is N years ahead of the Yi people. At least so far, the swords have not seen any books about this.

"Your father."

The Soege Swordsman didn't know how to continue this for a while.

Jian Xiao said, "Who do you think he will be?" After saying that, Jian Xiao looked at the window again, as if recalling the situation just now. With the speed of the swordsman and his own reaction, there is only amazement afterwards. How powerful it should be. Or what a handsome light skill.

Thomas. Yang." Dugu Caihua was the first to say the name of the most likely suspect.

The swordsman shook his head: "Thomas and I. Yang has never had such a speed for several years. Such a speed is to kill me in seconds, and I may not be able to react.

"It seems that the forces behind it are really unfathomable." Jian Xiao said here, and his fists were tight: "What do you have? Wanrong's matter must be solved."

"I thought that we would immediately return to the Second Empire in half a month and use the power of Jimo Villa."

"You're a motherfucker." While spitting, the swordsman directly kicked Dugu Caihua.

Dugu Caihua took the opportunity to retreat and floated to the door: "I'm going to the drunken Red Mansion. Call me if I have something to do." After saying that, Dugu picked flowers and then lost his shadow.

Sword clan and Jian Xiao, you look at me, I look at you. The two looked at each other for a long time, and the swordsman finally sighed, "His speed is not bad."

"If the man in black was a beautiful woman just now, he should be able to burst out." Obviously, in Jian Xiao's mouth, he refers to Dugu picking flowers.

Brothers, vote, all kinds of votes, all kinds of votes, kneel down and beg for strength. This book is about to exceed 800,000 words. At the end of the year of this book, don't you give Xiao Diao's motivation? Ask for motivation, ask for motivation, do you have any tickets? Singles' Day has passed. Can't everyone be helpless?