Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

"Brother, your sword is so handsome!"

Wang Chong circled around Wei Zi'an, chattering non-stop as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Just have a hand."

The corners of Wei Zian's mouth raised slightly, but his heart was in a daze.

That sword looks really handsome, but it also consumes a lot of energy.

With the addition of spiritual energy extraction and overwhelming momentum, it was possible to strike a sword that could penetrate Shui Miao's defense.

But Shui Miao's defense is really strong, even with such a sword, she can still talk and laugh unscathed.

Wei Zian shook his head, what he cared about was not these, but the strange state he entered just now.

In his eyes at that time, such a powerful Shui Miao realm was not much different from his, and they were even in the same realm.

what is this?
If you can control yourself whether you have entered that state, wouldn't you be able to make such a powerful sword move at any time?

"Brother, I have a surprise to tell you..."

"what?"

Wei Zi'an said absently and perfunctorily.

"I told you not to tell others." Wang Chongshen said mysteriously.

"Come on."

In the lush forest, Wei Zian randomly found a huge rock and sat down.

"Didn't we enter the city yesterday, hehe."

While talking, Wang Chong started to laugh.

"She agreed?"

Wei Zian suddenly thought of something, and asked in surprise.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. When such a script develops to the end, shouldn't it all be "Are you a good person?"

"what?"

Wang Chong was stunned, waved his hand and continued indifferently: "When I left the city gate, I was overtaken by a group of people. At the critical moment, I summoned a black horse and drove away. It's hard to see what's behind..."

In Wang Chong's words, a not-so-vivid story slowly unfolded.

"So you ran out from a group of Jin Yiwei?"

Wei Zi'an summarized the information he got, and tentatively said.

"Yeah, handsome or not?"

Wang Chong patted his chest, held his head high, with an expression of waiting for praise.

"Really handsome."

The corner of Wei Zi'an's mouth twitched, as if he understood why the group of Jin Yiwei waited for him on the other side of the river early in the morning without doing anything.

"Now I'm famous in the capital."

Wang Chong laughed loudly.

You call that famous?
Wei Zi'an shouldn't say anything, he changed the subject while adjusting his breath and asked, "Did you give the gesture you bought to that white girl?"

"What Miss Bai?" Wang Chong said dissatisfied, "She's obviously called Miss Bai."

"..."

Wei Zi'an blinked, "Then what's next?"

"Follow-up." Wang Chong rubbed his head, feeling inexplicably shy, "She said I'm a good person..."

"Oh, then I'm relieved."

Wei Zi'an nodded, and the fire of gossip in his heart was choked to death.

That's right, it fits the script.

"By the way, what about the spirit stone I gave you?"

Wang Chong faltered when he heard the words, and he still couldn't tell what he was using it for.

"You won't give it all to the little white girl, will you?"

Wei Zian asked with a dark face.

"As expected of senior brother, really smart."

Wang Chong sighed: "It seems that experienced people are different, I have to learn more from my seniors."

"What does it mean to learn from me..." Wei Zi'an was helpless, "People say you are a good person, but you still give him everything stupidly?"

"Yes!" Wang Chong nodded, suddenly thought of something, and slapped his head fiercely: "Miss Xiaobai asked me to study together today, and almost forgot."

"I'll go first, brother."

"Hey?"

Wei Zian stretched out his hand, but Wang Chong had disappeared.

I've never seen you run so fast...

Is this love?
Wei Zian shook his head with a wry smile, got up and walked silently towards his house.

……

on top of the mountain.

call out--

An imperceptible sword light passed through the top of the mountain, flying across the sky like a sharp arrow shot out.

"This is……"

Yan Feng and Mr. Qi who were on the top of the mountain were both taken aback.

"Sword light?"

Yan Feng said with some surprise.

What kind of sword light would be so weak?

"A strong sword."

There was a flash of inspiration in Mr. Qi's eyes, and he said slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Strong?"

Yan Feng was slightly taken aback, "This sword light looks very good, I don't know why the master said it was very strong?"

"Please ask the master to clarify."

Mr. Qi pondered for a moment, "What do you think of your brother's sword?"

"Senior brother?"

Yan Feng murmured: "Could it be that the sword light was cut by the younger brother?"

"But I have seen my junior brother's sword, it is as strong as before, with the decisiveness that it is better to smash the jade than to destroy it. It is reasonable to say that it will not be so weak."

"If this is a sword cut from the foot of the mountain?"

Listening to Mr. Qi's faint words, Yan Feng's pupils shrank, and a deep surprise flashed across his face.

Although the distance from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain is not too far, it is not so easy to break through the various formations, restrictions, and cultural energy mixed with spiritual energy.

Rao Yiyan Feng's swordsmanship also needs to find an excellent angle.

Not to mention that Wei Zian has only been practicing swords for half a year now, how strong can he be?
"A few days ago, he got the recognition of 'power like a bamboo' from Yun Shulou."

Seeing Yan Feng's puzzled expression, Mr. Qi explained.

"Just that, I'm afraid it's not enough."

Yan Feng was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"That's right." Mr. Qi said: "That's why I was so surprised. The sword your junior brother used just now was very weird. Or it was very weird at that time."

"Then what do I need to do?"

Yan Feng asked.

Since the master said it, there must be a place for him with a knife.

"do nothing."

Mr. Qi smiled slightly, "I once promised a person not to interfere in his growth."

"Some seeds are of good quality and don't need careful care from the farmers. Some seeds are of poor quality and the farmers need to worry more. Other seeds are poor but can grow well on their own. But this kind of farmers are I won't want it."

"It's like weeds, not food."

Weeds and food, this metaphor is very appropriate, worthy of being a master.

But can the two really be compared together?Food is carefully selected weeds, and weeds can also be said to be wasted food.

Yan Song frowned slightly, and thoughtfully said, "Master, you mean Zi'an is a weed?"

"Do not."

Mr. Qi shook his head and looked up at the scenery beyond the mountain top.

The higher you go, the stronger the mountain wind.The thick trees were swayed by the blowing, as if they were about to fall down at any moment.

But the dwarf flowers and plants bite the ground very hard, and they don't seem to fall down.

"He's a poor quality weed."