Zhen Zi Yao said: "I came for the Xuanyue Sword!"

A dangerous light flashed in Yan Qingrui's eyes and said, "How did you know I want the Xuanyue Sword?"

Zhen Zi Yao said: "I know astronomy and geography and knowledge of the past... Ah, ah, you can't be more gentle? If you break me, can you afford it?"

It turned out that Yan Qingrui had knocked him to the ground.

Zhen Zi Yao got up, rubbed her butt that was hurt by the fall, stared at her with resentful eyes, and said with resentment: "I don't know you want the Xuanyue Sword, but you will get this Xuanyue Sword sooner or later!"

It turns out that it's confused?

Yan Qingrui said, "You are right. I want to get it. I want to give it to someone!"

"How can that be done?" Zhen Ziyao said righteously: "That sword contains my internal strength for seventy years, how can I get the benefit of others?"

Yan Qingrui looked at the sky with her eyes rolling: "You brag and don't make drafts, right? That sword has been circulating for five hundred years. What's wrong with you?"

Zhen Zi Yao said proudly, "You forgot that I have memories for ten lives. Five hundred years ago, this monk, I was just named Chu Changyang!"

Yan Qingrui was stunned. This monk was very unreliable. It became a habit to run a train. Which sentence is true and which sentence is false? Even if it is true, what does it have to do with her?

Yan Qingrui sneered: "If you have your internal strength for seventy years, you can just take it yourself."

Zhen Zi Yao said: "The four elements of monks are empty. Besides, I have few opponents now. Those internal strengths are just icing on the cake, and some waste. Giving you is a timely help. You are so weak that you are dyingly weak!"

"You are weak, your whole family is weak!" Yan Qingrui was not angry. Who was the one who was so fucked by the head just now? Who is the one who is still a pig's head now?

Zhen Zi Yao grinned and argued dissatisfiedly: "The monk has insufficient experience in the martial arts world and misses the opportunity. You don't follow the normal moves. The monk is caught off guard and caught off guard, so you will be beaten."

Yan Qingrui was speechless. This monk was so stinky and demanded face. However, if she didn't believe it at all, it wasn't entirely true. After all, this monk always looked for her. Moreover, when he was in Bodhi Temple, he knew that she was not the original body. Now he talked about the fact that he had traveled through time, and the child on the balcony on the 26th floor.

Yan Qingrui said contemptuously: "I can defeat you without internal force. What's the use of internal force? You have been dead for five hundred years, and you can't let go of a broken sword, or a monk, and the four elements are empty? Just such a method of emptying the four elements?"

Having been dead for five hundred years? Why is this so strange? Who is standing in front of you now?

Is there really a saying in this world that is the past and present? If a person has memories of ten lifetimes, isn’t he mentally confused?

Zhen Zi Yao said, "What's the same? Five hundred years ago, this sword was for you!" He scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "It's just that the casting time has been a little longer, and your life has been a little shorter. Before the sword is forged, you will die. Otherwise, the sword will be given to you back then, so why should it be set in the hands of outsiders today?"
Chapter completed!