"Who are you?"

A big doubt flashed in his little eyes. Where is my sword, where is I put it, where is there a large sword, a long sword worth ten gold coins?

Zhao Qingyang didn't know what to say, but calculated the time. It was probably at least 100,000 years since he had just arrived in this world and then learned all the billions of sword scriptures, but there was no change from the language of that period. He didn't make a sound, but just looked over.

Just a glance, Zhao Qingyang was slightly surprised.

Isn't this the sword body?

He still remembers that when the system was still there, he described the sword body and divine fetus, the most top physique in the heavens and ten thousand realms, and the speed of cultivation is ten thousand miles a day.

Although it is a bit worse than that, it is really rare.

But it seems that there are congenital defects. Zhao Qingyang pondered for a moment, what defects are there?

He was pondering here, but Zhao Xier on the opposite side was stunned.

Just a look made her soul move. She had never seen a man with such temperament. His face was as beautiful as jade, his skin was as frosty as paper, and his eyes were as untainted as autumn moon, his eyebrows were like a long sword with a cold nose, his nose was towering, like a pillar supporting the sky, and his cheeks seemed to be a Confucian scholar, with natural nobility in his easygoingness.

In a gentle glance, he had a faint majesty. Every move seemed like an immortal who was in the dust, as if this person was the center of the world. After a glance, there was nothing else in Zhao Xier's eyes. This was a banished immortal!

And now, the immortal is within her radius, within a short distance.

A gentleman is like a beautiful jade, and the person in front of him is more beautiful than a beautiful jade.

Then he came to his senses. The young man in front of him was eye-catching, but what was the most important thing was his black sword?

I bought it after spending ten gold coins, but I can’t just say I’ll lose it!

Wrinkled his little nose and looked at the opposite side.

"Did you just see my black iron sword here?"

"If you take it, remember to return it to me, it is very important to me."

It took Zhao Qingyang a long time to report that the long sword she mentioned was the black iron sword disguised by the system?

But the system has disappeared...

I didn't expect that there was already such a block of iron, and there were still people who would be willing to spend ten gold coins to buy it.

"I did take your iron block, but it has disappeared, and it was originally mine." Zhao Qingyang said slowly.

Thinking and getting up slightly, he turned and left. He had lived for so long, and there was no need to care about other people's thoughts. It's better to find a place where no one is there and practice for a while.

The system can give him supreme cultivation, but he doesn't need it. Even the sword intent condensed out of thin air is enough to kill the true immortal. He has a top-level sword scripture of billions of heavens and worlds. As long as he gives him a little time, it will be enough to reach the top of the great way. The cultivation and realm that is given to him for free is not enough.

People still have to pursue something when they are alive. If they get everything at the beginning, they will lose their fun.

Therefore, he only had a useless appearance and vulgar skin.

For some reason, when I walked to the door, I looked back.

The little girl was standing there, with no expression on her face. She neither said anything more or had any special actions. She just stood there and looked at Zhao Qingyang who was leaving.

Zhao Qingyang paused, took a step back, and walked back, "Although I can't give you a bold sword, I can compensate you for a sword move."

As he said that, he hooked his feet and a slender bamboo pole was lifted up and fell into his hands.

Holding a bamboo pole in hand, something was drawing on the wall beside him.

With just a few strokes, a figure is drawn.

Zhao Xier looked over and saw that the figure was natural and exuded awe-inspiring momentum, like a peerless swordsman, imprinted there, and the outline was just a chopping action, the tip of the sword was like lightning, and there was nothing unnecessary.

The vast sword energy rushed towards him, and Zhao Xier quickly closed her eyes, but the sword energy rushed past him, like a gust of wind.

It seemed like a shocking swordsman, who practiced peerless swordsmanship in front of her, really made her feel like a dream.

"The spiritual energy is released, a strong person of agility level?"

The little girl murmured to herself, but she knew in her heart that a strong man of agility level would definitely not have such ability to portray Shen Yun. Even she had only heard of him and had never seen a strong man in agility realm.

The head of the family, her uncle, was just a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining. He was already famous in the mortal world. In addition, with such a tiger-skinned banner from the main lineage of the Zhao family in the world of cultivators, the secular Zhao family is also well-known.

A strong man of agility level is hard to see only in the main veins of the Zhao family!

The little girl looked at the sword moves, then looked at Zhao Qingyang, looking at her still looking at herself, then Zhao Qingyang smiled and said, "If you practice well, if you can achieve success in your studies in this year, it will not be a waste of your luck today."

"I want to take you as your teacher." Zhao Xier looked at Zhao Qingyang's eyes with sincerity.

Zhao Qingyang shook his head, "Forget it, let's not be a disciple, please don't worry, I've been alone for so many years, and I've been used to it for a long time."

After saying that, he moved his nose gently.

What does it taste like?

Following the smell, walk into a room beside you.

In just a few steps, I walked into the kitchen beside me.

The decorations in the kitchen are very simple, but the fragrance is irritating.

A few roasted sweet potatoes, plus a grilled fish that looks great.

Zhao Qingyang sat aside, gently smacked his tongue, gently peeled off the sweet potato, and melted in his mouth.

Yes, delicious!

The little girl stood at the door and saw a young man like an immortal, eating sweet potatoes bit by bit, and praising them from time to time, a smile finally appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She has lived alone since she was a child, and she is still a little confident in her cooking skills.

After a long time, Zhao Qingyang swept away everything and nodded with satisfaction.

He hasn't eaten anything from the world for many years? He can't even remember it himself.

Zhao Xier rubbed her shriveled belly and stood at the door.

After all, Zhao Qingyang was free and said with great interest, "If you can learn this sword move within ten days, you can be my registered disciple."

The little girl couldn't help but feel a little ecstatic. Even if she had the conditions or even if it seemed impossible, since she had already let go, she just had to do it.

A strong man of at least a level of agility is definitely a god among immortals. If a mortal wants to worship in, it needs immortality.

Obviously, God still favored her very much, allowing her to meet such people when she first started practicing.

She must seize the opportunity that passed in a flash!

must!!

Ten days, it’s not long or short, but Zhao Qingyang doesn’t think she can do it if she wants to learn her sword move.
Chapter completed!