I really want to be a cook

Jiang Ping couldn't help asking cautiously:

"Dare to ask who is my mother-in-law?"

Even Tie Ao didn't dare to face him head-on.

When mentioning Tie Guanyin's mother, Tie Ao had a rare smile on his lips:

"She is the same as Guanyin, she has no qualifications for martial arts, and she is only a little master in the end, but I owe her too much

In short, if you bring Avalokitesvara back, I agree with your matter. "

"Ahem, can I ask you another question?"

"ask."

"Is it because my other father-in-law is too powerful, so you dare not go?"

"Well, father-in-law, it seems to be raining today, let's talk tomorrow!"

Before Tie Ao lost his temper, Jiang Pingguo broke away and slipped away.

"This kid!"

Tie Ao shook his head, feeling a sense of closeness after a long absence.

Apart from Jiang Ping's danger to his daughter and his own weakness of character, even he has to admit that there are only a handful of young people in the world who can compare to Jiang Ping, and his daughter has taken advantage of it.

Of course, the premise is that he didn't know that Jiang Ping had secretly planned to let his daughter do small things.

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In the next two days, Jiang Ping only went out for a stroll occasionally, but he didn't meet a lot of future bosses, but became acquaintances with some disciples of the Five Sacred Sword Sect.

After all, the name of Sword Lord is quite bluffing.

Jiang Ping finally enjoyed the treatment of a protagonist with a spotlight.

But soon, Jiang Ping consciously kept a low profile.

He stayed in the small courtyard of the guest room, and had nothing to do to chat with his future father-in-law to enhance their relationship with each other.

If this is the case, when the father-in-law kills him in the future, he should be merciful and leave him a whole body.

Three days passed in a flash.

The Five Sacred Sword League has begun.

In the 19th year of Zhao Wuli, the third day of March, Yin.

The sky was gloomy, and the sun was covered by dark clouds, as if the sky would fall down at any time.

The ice and snow on Tianjian Peak hadn't completely melted yet, and the temperature in the air was very low. When the wind blew past, it brought a bone-piercing chill.

"Dove!!!"

Suddenly there was a long cry, and the sky suddenly turned red.

I saw two big birds, one blue and one red, neck-to-neck in the sky, dragging their colorful tail feathers, adding a touch of color to the sky.

Then the two big birds breathed out blue-red flames, which exploded in the sky and turned into gorgeous fireworks.

And around them, there are four big birds with different colors, all of them are extremely mighty, looking at the young couple in the center, they are full of envy.

They screamed, their wings set off gusts of wind, and the posture of the top predators was fully displayed.

These six birds are all mature top-notch beasts.

Just these six birds can be compared to the six great masters, and they are also one of the foundations of the five sects.

"Green Dove, Fire Luan!"

Jiang Ping sat on the guest table, looked up at the sky, recognized two familiar birds, he chuckled lightly, and said:

"It's quite fancy, and the show of love is here.

But is it their traditional skills for Jianzong to raise birds?

Why do the other four sects raise birds? "

Tie Ao who was sitting next to him glanced at him lightly, and hummed softly, "Superficial."

"Can't you even see that Wuyue Jianzong is showing off his strength?"

Jiang Ping's smile stiffened, and he muttered:

"Father-in-law, do you understand what an atmosphere group is?

Look at how stiff everyone is sitting now, um, yes, that old man across the way looks like he is about to die at any moment, look at how his fingers are almost digging into the chair.

How depressing.

Why don't you all be happy?

I know that Wuyue Jianzong wants to use force as a deterrent, but let's just treat it as a show. Could it be that they can put swords on our necks so that they can't be said to be a threat?

People, the most important thing is to live happily. "

After all, after the birth of Tianjian, how many people will be blessed and how many will be misfortune, it really depends on God's will.

Tie Ao nodded thoughtfully: "You are right."

Jiang Ping rubbed his chin, tut tut and said with a smile.

"Hey, now I suddenly want to know what you, father-in-law, have experienced in this year, and why your personality has changed so much."

"You'll never know."

Tie Ao paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled narrowly: "By the way, I forgot to tell you, the dying old man you mentioned just now was named Xie Chunqiu, and he was the uncle of Xie Shisan from the Excalibur Villa.

He should have heard what you just said.

As far as I know, this man is very vengeful.

There was once a man who had feuded with him when he was young, and later that man died of old age, Xie Chunqiu deliberately ran to that man's grave to drink three glasses of good wine, and cursed, you are still alive today.

And don't look at his old-fashioned appearance, but the Spring and Autumn Sword in his hand is not slow at all.

He once sparred with Nangong, and he didn't lose the slightest bit. "

Jiang Ping: ""

"But you also said it just now?"

Tie Ao smiled and said: "Yes, but he can't beat me."

Jiang Ping's mood suddenly became depressed.

I examine myself three times a day, can I float away?

floated away.

Jiang Ping secretly warned himself that the misfortune comes from the mouth, so he must pay attention next time.

But look at the old man's age, he is so old, he probably won't sue his nephew.

Jiang Ping fell into silence.

The corner of Tie Ao's mouth twitched slightly, Xiao Mian, talking nonsense with me, is a little tender.

Six big birds hovered in the air for a while, then they sang loudly and fell to the foot of another mountain.

But everyone knows that if they want to appear, it may not take a moment.

If anyone wants to make trouble here, I'm afraid he has to weigh whether he can feed six birds.

After the six birds show.

Only a sword cry was heard.

Zheng! ! !

Then, thousands of sword sounds followed.

Loudly! ! !

Few of the people present restrained themselves and all drew their swords to drink.

Jiang Ping felt his waist move, and Qiushui Ruanjian was subtly agreeing.

This strong sword energy?

He looked up.

I saw nine unparalleled sword qi in the center of the field soaring into the sky, and the nine divine swords behind him were flying around like dragons. They were nine sword masters standing with their hands behind their backs.

Although it looked like they were very powerful, Jiang Ping could read a hint of embarrassment from them.

"Cough, this is too embarrassing."

Jiang Ping also recognized that among the nine great masters of swordsmanship, Nangong Sword Master was standing helplessly among them. Unlike the others, he was the only one who stood alone.

Nine plus six, fifteen great masters?

There may even be a few hidden in the dark.

Coupled with their ability to stay at the mountain gate, at least there must be a great master.

There are more than 20 great masters in total.

After a little calculation, Jiang Ping obtained the terrifying strength of Wuyue Sword Sect.

It's no wonder that their Five Sects Alliance will attract the attention of the whole Wulin. If these people really get together, apart from those top forces, other small sects and sects will not have the confidence to fight against them.

Just thinking about it, I heard a majestic and solemn voice proclaiming:

"Exercise martial arts!"

And the show?

Jiang Ping's eyes froze.

It's scary enough to have a dozen great masters out of nowhere, why are there more?

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

I saw that the disciples of Wuyue Sword School came out one by one with their swords, but within a few breaths, a total of 36 people stood on the central rostrum, forming a well-proportioned circle.

"start!"

hum!

All the disciples handed out their swords towards the center of the circle.

Everyone felt that the space in the center of the rostrum flickered, and even the line of sight was distorted, as if a small hole appeared there.

The 36 sword sect disciples are all high-grade masters, with six meridians, their sword energy is not unusual.

But they continued to draw their swords, but none of their aura leaked out. It was as soft as the old men and aunts in a small town who were exercising at the door.

It was as if a terrifying monster had absorbed all the energy they had exerted.

But for a moment.

"drink!"

There was a last low shout, and the 36 people on the stage used their last sword.

All of them were pale, and their clothes were wet with sweat, as if they had just gone through an all-out battle.

Jiang Ping's mind moved, and he felt a little bit of breath being drawn out of his body by something.

Clang! !

The sound of drawing a sword resounded in his ears suddenly. Jiang Ping opened his eyes and saw a pale long sword phantom in front of him.

But soon the phantom dissipated, and everything seemed to be an illusion.

"That was the Heavenly Sword just now?"

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"Did you see it?"

Jiang Ping asked the three great masters beside him in a low voice.