It can also be said to be a beautiful woman.

It is said that beauty is like jade, and the strange appearance on Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body can be said to be worthy of the name in a certain sense. The ancients did not deceive others.

Zhao Rong was also a little stunned. This scene was indeed a bit magical.

By the way, the lady should transform into a fairy and ascend to the nine heavens. If that doesn't work, I have to hold the lady. If that doesn't work, can I bring my husband and the whole family up there with me?

Gui clicked his tongue a few times, "Don't worry about it blindly. Her soul was condensed and body tempered by some unknown sword law, and her body was sublimated. It is one of the magical effects of a first-class sword.

"For first-class swords and special second-class swords, in addition to their characteristics of massive spiritual storage and huge power, their most fundamental and unique ability is their natal magical power, and most of the natal magical powers of first-class swords involve special swordsmanship.

law.

"The first-class swords are warm and nourished in the heart lake, traveling through it, alternating between virtual and real. Sword cultivators can control them all because of the soul condensation and tempering of the first-class swords when they are born. Under the wash of the special kendo laws, the sword cultivator gradually adapts to his own destiny.

Flying Sword Magical Power."

Zhao Rong understood immediately, and he carefully looked at Qing Jun who was undergoing the body tempering ceremony.

It turns out that she is being enveloped by some special kendo law.

Gui looked outside through the ajna chakra, and the more he looked, the more interested he became:

"If this bamboo horse is promoted to the first level, I don't know how much magic it brings. Tsk tsk, you lady, counting this time, it must be the third time you have tempered your body with the laws of swordsmanship, right? Three times... This body... I guess you have already surpassed it.

There are many warriors at the same level, it’s really annoying to compare them to each other.”

Zhao Rong breathed a long sigh of relief.

Gui took a few glances and encouraged:

"Zhao Rong, hurry up and ask your wife to reveal this bamboo horse. I am restricted by my soul and cannot see it more clearly. You ask her to take it out. Let me take a closer look. Hey, I always feel it.

This sword is a bit unusual..."

Zhao Rong ignored it. Under the table, his hand was clasped with Qingjun's shining bare hand.

Her fingertips turned white and were trembling slightly.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, knowing the joy and little fear in her heart, fearing that this was a dream.

He held her tightly.

Zhao Xifu leaned against the door with his arms crossed, tilted his head and listened carefully for a while. At this time, he glanced at the wooden door closed in the dark night, and then at the dazzling 'beauty' in the hall.

The shopkeeper looked at the air above Zhao Lingfei's right shoulder, stretched out his hand to touch Hu Zha's chin, "The little guy's voice is quite loud, and this scene is quite loud."

This is definitely not the power of an ordinary first-class sword, because this 'sword chant' has... spread nearly thousands of miles, and it still has momentum!

At this moment, Zhao Lingfei, who felt the warmth of her husband's palm, stood up gently.

She raised her hand.

Twist it lightly with two fingers and pull it, and the purple ribbon falls down.

Three thousand black hairs are falling down like a waterfall.

The pure purple air is scattered and billowing in all directions, then condenses in an instant.

After a while.

About a foot above the right shoulder of the woman with autumn eyes.

A purple sword hangs upside down.
Chapter completed!