If Jing Yao has an accident, all the layout and planning of the final battle will disappear, so Jing Yao cherishes her life very much, and she must say that it is for the great cause of the common people, but only she knows what the truth is.

"Nervous about what?" The woman's voice was deep, with a rhythm of her own, which made people listen to it very comfortably, as if she could hook a certain memory in the depths of her heart.

Jing Yao doesn't know you in her heart, can I not be nervous?

"Greedy for life and afraid of death. The woman smiled: "It's very much my charm back then." ”

Jing Yao glared, this is also something to be proud of?

"I'll catch up later. The woman said, "Let's solve the problem first,...... Your plan is not as smooth as ideal, could it be that there is a problem with the selection of the final bridging person? ”

Jing Yao's mind moved, how this person's cultivation is still secondary, his vision is really far-sighted, one sentence solves two hazy and difficult to find puzzles, there is a sense of transparency that guards the clouds and sees the moon, everyone is in the brain, imagining how to fully stimulate the power of the formation, but they will ignore it at all.

Illusion is a vital part, a bridge to the birth of Huangquan, and it needs a strong man as a lead, rather than a harmonious connection...... Lord Mingzun seems to be quite suitable, but it seems that he is quite easy to talk to.

Jing Yao bowed slightly, and the other party woke up in a daze to express her gratitude.

Unimpressed, the woman walked to the other end of the table, picked up the stolen goods handed in by the six dragons and rubbed them one by one, and finally stopped her eyes on a mottled long sword stuck on the table.

It was Mo Xinyan's sword, also known as the sword of the sky, and the demons were terrified when they swept the world.

Jing Yao's original intention was to refine it, if it could be fused Jiuyan, it would be the best, but it was a pity that Zhou Qingyuan invited the heavenly thunder to ascend the fire, this sword was still unmoved, Jing Yao had no choice but to put it into the void, how could he tear the space and escape by himself.

Unable to collect it in her body, and refusing to stay in the void, Jing Yao inserted the Optimus Sword on the table, and the sharp blade pierced the table like a hole through the rotten earth, leaving only half of the hilt exposed.

The fierce sword is psychic, only Jing Yao is recognized, Yi Jing Yao is not worried about the theft of the fairy sword, which one who does not have long eyes dares to steal it is asking for hardship, but the female cultivator reached out and touched it, and the sword of the sky seemed to see an old friend who had been separated for many years, and trembled slightly.

The woman sighed: "The sword of the sky, slaying demons and killing immortals...... I have a good dream of wandering immortals, and when I wake up, things are already things and people, floating clouds and dogs, who can resist the erosion of time? The senior sister is gone, you ...... Are you lonely?"

Jing Yao's heartstrings trembled inexplicably, senior sister ...... She looked at the woman in disbelief, and she could make the fierce sword and Ming, and call the senior sister again...... It is clear who this man is......

The woman gently took off the veil, it was a face with fish patterns in her eyes, full of traces of time, but it was still beautiful and thrilling, even if her expression was gloomy, it was still as warm as the sun, she stroked the hilt of the sword: "Buckle the belly roaring, what is the night...... When I'm older, I like to sigh two sentences, what do you think of the poems I chanted?"

Jing Yao's heart was beating faster, the woman's name was Fu Yuan, Mo Xinyan's junior sister, Lin Dong's senior sister! A peerless female cultivator who wrote a legend, Jing Yao couldn't have imagined that the three masters of the Sword Sect in the past would appear one after another, and she actually didn't soar...... The Sword Sect's hometown is lacking top combat power, and the appearance of Hibiscus is undoubtedly a timely rain.

Fleur drew the sword of optimism, the peerless fierce sword that resisted the touch of others was as supple as a house cat, singing a sword song happily, and the clear sound of metal choking was leisurely rippling.

Fleur chuckled, "Don't look at me with the eyes of the sages, okay?"

Jing Yao choked for a moment, her heart is really worthy of being a sister and brother of the same school, and her opening remarks are so similar...... She saluted again and said, "Disciple of the Sword Sect, I have seen the Ancestor of Furui. ”

Fleur smiled and said, "You don't have to be formal...... I just woke up from a deep sleep, I went to Huzhongtian a month ago, and the little junior brother is gone......" There was sadness in his voice, but he was covered by a smile, and sighed leisurely: "The heir of the little junior brother is very good, his name is Lin Tianxing, right?

Jing Yao couldn't keep up with the other party's train of thought for a while, only to feel that the other party's mind was reversed, the front was still emotional, and the back was inexplicably commenting on the name, is there any one of you three sisters and brothers who is normal?

Fu Yuan waved her hand indifferently and said: "There is a statue in the sky in the pot, the carving is not very good, but it looks very powerful, vaguely like the face of Mingzun, but I don't understand that the real ancestor of the Sword Sect is obviously me, why don't the disciples of the future generations carve such a giant sculpture for me according to the portrait......?"

Jing Yao subconsciously rubbed her eyebrows, that excitement had disintegrated little by little with the other party's nervousness, and Fu Hui's questions couldn't be answered at all, could it be that true respect is not superficial to the outside, in fact, your old man has always guided me forward like a beacon? That's too fake, right......

Fleur shook her head and said, "I'm just unbalanced in my heart, it's not jealousy, why do I have statues, but I don't......?

Is that different from jealousy? Jing Yao was speechless.

"Alas, Yunhua is overwhelmed, and her face is old...... What do you think of that?"

Jing Yao gestured to her thumb expressionlessly: "It's good." ”

"I think it's good too. Fu Hui said: "Those things in Confucianism can't be on the table, and the poems still have merit, by the way, you haven't replied to the poem you commented on just now." ”

"Good. Jing Yao stiffened her neck, how could she remember any verses, and made up her mind that no matter what Fu Hui said, it didn't matter if it was clever or not......

Fleur smiled softly: "Okay, you should understand an old man like me, especially seeing that you are still so young and I am already old, I can only sigh that the falling flowers are intentionally ruthless, right...... Well, the old man likes to talk nonsense, I hope it doesn't bother you, and if you leave a shadow, you have to soothe yourself. ”

Jing Yao felt that she must be smiling ugly, oh my God, she was too difficult to deal with than the neurotic Mo Xinyan, what a cute girl when she was a child, why did she grow crooked?

Fu Hui said: "Please come out, I'll let you see what it means to respect the virtuous and respectful, she must be very lonely after being dead for so long, she doesn't even have a decent funeral, and the dead bones are incomplete......"

Jing Yao didn't say a word, please take out the spine, and I don't know if Fu Hui was intentional or unintentional, saying a sentence often makes people speechless, and she decisively refuses to accompany her.

The fluttering spine floats vertically in the void, rippling layers of hollow ripples.