Three Treasures for Swords

"What?"

Ghost Shadow Sword finally showed a surprised expression and suddenly looked at Zhao Bujuan.

As they were both from Wuling, it could be said that Zhao Bulang rose to fame under his nose. If he hadn't used a knife to avoid the sharp edge of the sword, the two of them would have had a confrontation long ago.

But he didn't expect that he was actually the son of his enemy?

At this time, Zhao Bujuan's expression also changed drastically, and the civet cat's words of revealing the truth caught him off guard.

——It was not a pity for him to die, but because it implicated the escort agency and even his relatives, he refused to die in peace.

"Do you still remember the old thief in Shijing Village, Wenshan?"

Zhao Buquan was stunned and simply broke the jar and asked through gritted teeth.

"Wenshan?"

Ghost Shadow Sword squinted his eyes and pondered for a long time: "When I was young, I often escorted escorts through Wenshan. Except for the first time I met a blind bandit who blocked the road and killed three people, I never came here again.

If you never drew your sword, could you be the queen of that bandit?"

As soon as the sound fell, a tiger spontaneously ignited without any wind, and suddenly, a fierce tiger emerged from the incense. When it saw Mo Chuan, it immediately transformed into a human form, cupped its hands and said: "Xiaoyunshan Jun, I have met the Taoist Priest!"

A fine dust was seen rising in the room, and the sword had been sheathed and returned.

"This third treasure is three tiger hairs. If you burn some incense, you can call the tiger to save your life!"

However, he saw the Ghost Shadow Sword suddenly pull out his sword, and cut off a piece of the tip of the cat's ear with the sword, causing the civet cat to scream in pain.

"swing--"

The civet cat shook his head: "You escorts are good at everything, but you are not good at all - you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

"Sure enough, it's just a piece of shit about dried tangerine peel and rotten millet. There's nothing new at all."

Ghost Shadow Sword shook his head when he saw this.

A scream that sounded like a scream in deep spring, suddenly exploded!

"Only those with high cultivation!"

"Nothing, I called you to come and see the destined person."

Upon seeing this, Mr. Xiaoyunshan silently raised his hand to the Ghost Shadow Sword, and his figure immediately faded away, as if it were the future.

A tiger roared, not to mention the sixty-year-old Ghost Shadow Sword, but even the young and strong Zhao Bumao was roared to the point where his blood surged. He couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood, vomited it into his throat, and swallowed it again.

The tiger's claws hit the bed and smashed the precious red sandalwood into pieces, but the civet cat suddenly screamed.

"Ghost Shadow Sword, accept your fate!"

——Soldiers and bandits are one family, and bodyguards and bandits are also one family.

Fortunately, the magic has been revealed, and the wind blows out from under the tiger, spitting poison like thunder.

The coughing sound was heartbreaking, and it took a long time before it calmed down.

The civet cat, whose curiosity was satisfied, stretched lazily: "Now that the grudges have been made clear, it's time to talk about business. Old man, I am short of a boy with a sword. I think you are suitable. Are you willing to serve me?

Fairy?"

"Time is not forgiving!"

Mo Chuan handed over his hand and immediately started talking:

With a gnashing of teeth, the civet cat suddenly smashed into the wooden wall and ran towards the mountain.

"This second treasure is a five-grain diet. You can eat rare medicinal materials to nourish the body and refine your energy. There is no need to worry about the poisonous residue of the medicinal residue."

"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."

Mo Chuan raised his head slightly and pointed at the Ghost Shadow Sword.

Mo Chuan walked into the room, looked around, and said with a smile: "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. Seeing that the old man is also a cheerful person, I said so bluntly. I have taken a fancy to something of the old man and wanted to exchange it for the treasure.

"

Ghost Shadow Sword, who had never been surprised by the civet cat, trembled all over and said in a voiceless voice: "Who?"

Before the sigh left his voice, a voice continued the next sentence.

"If you have the courage to die, why should you sacrifice your life?"

However, he saw that the ghost sword, which had avoided the tiger's claws, was already short, and pierced the tiger's armpit with the sword, only a stone's throw away from the heart!

"Old man——"

Zhao Bumao trembled all over and turned pale.

When the tiger roared in all directions, the huge claws of the giant bowl rushed towards him, like flying bells flying in the sky, destroying the traitors and destroying the trials!

"Boom!"

Mo Chuan waved his hand again and listed out several copies of Jiazi, a century-old medicinal material.

Ghost Shadow Sword narrowed his eyes and nodded after a while: "In this case, I will shamelessly take advantage of my elders."

Tangxi's sword swung open the broken knife, and he also used Qianjin to push Zhao Buquan aside.

The Ghost Sword suddenly sheathed its sword, turned its back to Zhao Bulang, and warned in a deep voice.

By the time the civet cat turned into a tiger, it was already covered in paint and dripping with blood.

However, he still smiled and said: "Really? I don't know what the long-term meaning of this is?"

When Gui Yingjian saw the conversation between the two, he immediately laughed: "General Tiger, is he going to accept me as a puppet?"

Mo Chuan smiled: "My old man misunderstood. He was passing through a treasured land on a poor road and heard about a fight. Then he came over to take a look. There is no injustice or enmity, so how can he harbor evil intentions?"

The civet cat screamed, and its figure suddenly rose up, as big as a tiger, and lunged at the Ghost Shadow Sword with a roar.

"you wanna die--"

The dormitory fell into silence again, until the insects chirped and the katydids jumped, and the ghost sword suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently.

The raccoon cat flicked its tail: "I promised to help you pick off the ghost sword's head, but I didn't say that I wouldn't take the soul of the ghost sword?"

Zhao Bujuan's expression changed drastically: "What do you mean?"

Ghost Shadow Sword sat down on the chair, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it, and then he felt relieved.

"Impossible! My uncle and Qi Biaotou are close friends. How could it be...how could it be..."

Unexpectedly, during this process, the Ghost Shadow Sword had already swung several swords, and the swords were bloody, and cat hair was scattered all over the house.

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the bright moonlight emerged from his palm, illuminating the bedroom as if it were daytime.

Ghost Shadow Sword's face darkened, then he shook his head and said with a smile: "They say that after one's birthday, the King of Hell will be shocked! I didn't believe it at first, but looking at the situation now, the King of Hell will not give up until he achieves his goal?"

How can the old world of Ghost Shadow Sword believe Mo Chuan's words?

The Ghost Sword tightened the scabbard with his left hand and said, "Oh? What is it?"

"As it should be!"

The civet cat said: "Exactly!"

"The poor Taoist has three treasures. The first treasure is the Taoist method of cultivation. It is called the method of worshiping and fighting. It can use the light of the sun to refine the body and cultivate an immortal body!"

Ghost Shadow Sword sighed, his feet hung down from the edge of the bed, holding Tangxi Sword in hand, and slowly stood up: "If you walk a lot at night, you will inevitably see ghosts! I saw a lot of evil spirits when I was acting as a escort, but I am not as arrogant as General Tiger.

Yes, this is the first time I’ve seen it.”

"How do you feel about these three treasures?"

Mo Chuan said: "There's no rush, old men are respected, why not read Pindao's Baby first?"

Outside the hole broken by the civet cat, a Taoist priest in green stepped on cloud shoes and walked out.

Zhao Bulang, who had never wielded a sword, looked desperate, roared, and charged at him with his broken sword.

Zhao Bujuan was panting like an ox, staring blankly at the ghost sword with its back to him, as if it were undefended. With a surge of heart, he gritted his teeth and turned around to leave.

"Meow--"

As he spoke, Zhao Bulang slowly closed his mouth, his pupils trembled slightly and his lips trembled.

He was very young, but only in his weak years. Looking at the banished Chen Ruoxian, he cupped his hands in greeting and said: "I have seen the Ghost Shadow Sword in Mingchen, and I have admired it for a long time!"

After Mo Chuan finished showing it, he smiled and asked.

"I can't imagine the magic in the human world."

Even though Ghost Shadow Sword was well-informed, the scene in front of him, which could be called a god descending to earth, still made him dumbfounded, his mouth was dry, his heart was beating like a drum, and he asked anxiously: "May I ask the immortal, what do you want?"

"How about I exchange these three treasures for the refined iron sword in your hand?"
Chapter completed!