i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong suspected that the sword spirit deliberately didn't talk about it after seeing it through, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it at this time.

In addition...is it Weiwei Mountain again?

Hearing what Senior Sister Ye said at this time, he immediately stopped explaining and turned to look at the little fox demon in the spiritual field below. The latter seemed to have noticed some movement above and was about to come up.

Zhao Rong, who was about to be surrounded, thought for a while, then left the little fox demon behind without saying a word, turned around and ran away, as if he was so frightened that he was desperate to escape.

As soon as this wet, weird man moved, Ye Yao immediately figured out the details of his cultivation, and after sneering, "Heh late Fuyao stage", the spiritual energy in his body urged him, and he dodged to chase after him.

Zhao Rong is following the path of a martial artist. Even though he is extremely fast, he is still somewhat inferior to Ye Yao, who already has spiritual energy in his body and can control his energy. She will catch up with her soon.

Besides, he just wanted her to catch up.

At this time, Zhao Rong rushed into the forest, Ye Yao quickly overtook the others, took the lead, opened the distance, and within ten breaths, he had already caught up with him.

With the thin sword in her hand, the sword energy condensed into a cold light, and she wanted to stab Zhao Rong's back after approaching.

At this time, the difference between the two was less than seven steps.

then,

Zhao Rong turned around.

He braked suddenly, turned back, and turned his head to meet the pursuers!

The two of them were already extremely fast, but at this moment Ye Yao's rush was hard to stop, and Zhao Rong was coming towards him again, the speed was too fast to react in time.

The two sides met in the air almost without breathing.

Ye Yao was startled, at this moment there was only one thought in his mind...how dare he?Looking for death?

She was rushing with spiritual energy, while protecting her body with sword energy, the tip of the sword was facing forward, trying to let him hit him by himself, and be pierced through the heart by the sword.

however,

Her sword is gone.

I saw a flash of gray light.

The woman's palm was empty.

Before she lost her natal sword, she had time to calm down her painful mind.

There was another cloud of gray mist, and the woman was immediately wrapped around her whole body by it, and the sword energy that protected her body was completely lost.

At this moment, Ye Yao was like a sharp sword that was radiating cold light and was suddenly put into its sheath... Then with the sword in its sheath, someone threw it on the ground...

When the five people from Qianhanfeng rushed over one after another from behind.

They saw that Senior Sister Ye, who had just ascended to Weiwei Mountain and was greatly admired by them, was wrapped in a strange gray mist and fell limply on the ground.

Standing in front of her was a wet young man, holding a gray cigarette pouch in one hand and playing with a thin sword bound by gray mist in the other. He smiled kindly and looked at them who came one by one.

Without saying a word, the disciples of Qianhan Peak turned around and fled...

Zhao Rong chuckled, threw the rapier into the gray cigarette pouch, and ran after him...

Not long after, all five of Qian Hanfeng's people were subdued.

……

"Guild, they are all in the Fuyao realm, why are they so weak? I haven't used the sword drop bag yet." Someone smiled.

"The disciples of the Immortal School in such a small place are indeed quite weak. Besides, in the early stage of Fuyao Realm, fish and dragons are mixed together. There will be many monks who are extremely dehydrated. How can they be worthy of the word Fuyao? Probably a lifetime They won't even touch the edge of Tianzhi Realm..." Sword Spirit curled his lips.

"what about me?"

"You first solve the problem of shrinking the meridians to accommodate the spiritual energy in the body, and then let's talk about it when you are in awe-inspiring state." It poured cold water on it.

"..."

Gui's tone was arrogant: "In addition, you are a martial artist with a physique comparable to that of a different kind of monster. You are kidding me? This seat's training for you is to benchmark against those who are the descendants of the famous families and the arrogance of the Taiqing Mansion. It is you The kind of housewives exist, if you want to compare, try to compare with them."

"Heh, how can these monks from the small sect be your opponents? I was frightened by you just now, and they can't be obediently subdued after being approached by you?"

Zhao Rong nodded, thinking that there should be another reason... After he experienced the life-and-death bloody battle with Qin Jianfu in the Imperial Mausoleum Palace, his training improved a lot.

These are real practical experience, greatly improved.

He thought again: "I didn't expect this falling sword bag to be so powerful and restrain sword cultivators so much."

Gui this time nodded and agreed:

"It is indeed a good thing, it is a rare treasure, but this thing has innate spirituality, this time it can help you restrain a young sword cultivator who has just entered the Haoran Realm after you get close to the enemy, but its wisdom is limited after all, you If you want to use your fingers like your arms and exert all its special effects, you have to enter Hao and have a spiritual cultivation base..."

Sword Spirit urged, Zhao Rong nodded.

At this time, Zhao Rong had returned to the original place on the high slope.

Su Xiaoxiao left the basin where Lingtian was located with a small bookcase on her back, and returned to the high slope.

As soon as she came up, she saw Zhao Rong holding a gray cigarette bag, and six strange people bound by gray fog at his feet.

The little fox demon immediately dropped the firefly in her hand and ran over. She didn't ask these strangers at the first time, but bit her lip and wiped the wet water on Zhao Rong's face very distressed. I wiped my sleeves, and then took out a handkerchief and a towel...

"Why are you caught in the rain? The barrier is right next to you. You don't know how many steps to go in to hide. You're so stupid. You still say I'm stupid, and so are you..."

Zhao Rong smiled and let Su Xiaoxiao wipe and complain without explaining.

The little fox demon wanted to change his clothes, but Zhao Rong waved his hand and refused.

She turned her head and glanced at the few people struggling in vain on the ground, Su Xiaoxiao was not stupid, she vaguely understood.

She said in a strange tone: "Oh, Zhao Lang, didn't you say that you are familiar with Dali, I want to give you face..."

Zhao Rong blushed.

He coughed twice, "Isn't this once a stranger and acquaintance the second time? We know each other this time, and we will definitely know each other next time."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

She still felt a little embarrassed, and pulled Zhao Rong's sleeve with her small hand, "Zhao Lang, if there is no malice, let them go, after all, we broke into someone else's spiritual field... Well, if there was a misunderstanding just now, then explain Just one click."

Zhao Rong nodded with a smile, and rubbed her little head, "I know, it's not like this, I have something to ask, you go over there and wait for me first."

"Okay." Su Xiaoxiao obediently ran to wait not far away.

Zhao Rong wiped the water from her temples with the little scented handkerchief she left behind, then lowered her head, and started down to business.

At this time, gray mist was slowly flowing out of the gray cigarette bag in his hand, wrapping Ye Yao and the other five people under restraint.

Zhao Rong can actually control the fog to some extent.

Because the Falling Sword Bag has recognized its owner, it possesses innate wisdom—let’s call it a bag spirit—he can communicate with it and give orders.

Right now, Zhao Rong doesn't have a spiritual cultivation, so he can only use this method of controlling the bag spirit to control the falling sword bag, but because its spiritual intelligence is not too high, the two have just recognized the master, and they are not familiar with each other, so communication is sometimes troublesome... …

Zhao Rong ignored the other five people. After looking at Ye Yao who was struggling in the gray mist, he thought for a while, then raised his index finger and tapped the pouch lightly.

He conveyed his thoughts: "Let her speak."

The tumbling gray mist manipulated by the bag spirit paused, and then slowly dissipated the part of the gray mist on Ye Yao's head.

The previously cold, arrogant and elegant woman had messy hair at this moment, she said to Zhao Rong in shock and anger: "Ugh... 咖咲... Let go of me, let me go quickly..."

Zhao Rong ignored her nonsense, looked down at the sword bag in his hand, and tapped it lightly with his index finger.

He took this opportunity to try to communicate and manipulate:

"Well, you don't need to bind her so tightly... How about this, try turning into a rope, as long as you can bind her, try to save some mist."

The bag spirit was slightly stunned, it seemed that the current spiritual wisdom did not quite understand what a rope was.

Zhao Rong thought about it, and tried to describe it again, "It's thin and long, yes, so... By the way, it should be softer, smooth and tough, so you can try it."

The bag spirit tried to turn the gray mist into a gray rope that it understood, um, or more like... gray tentacles, it began to bend and wrap around the slender body of Ye Yao who was cursing furiously, it turned and turned , trying to tie it up according to the master's instructions.

Ye Yao's expression was startled, and then it seemed that she was scratched by the gray mist to the itchy place or somewhere else, she was extremely ashamed, "Oh no, it's so itchy! It's so itchy hahaha, let go! No, no, no!" You can’t tie it like this! Quickly loosen it... ah..."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Bag Spirit: "..."

The atmosphere seemed to be off.

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Zhao Rong assured that he really didn't teach the bagling anything weird just now.

Really do not have.

Everything is self-taught, right, that's right, the same is true for the tentacle binding, it is self-understanding.

Zhao Rong couldn't help turning his head, and examined the gray falling sword bag in his hand.

Looks a little weird.

I always feel that he is standing in this wilderness in the middle of the night, tying people with strange tentacles, and there is a strange sense of déjà vu.

If it wasn't for the fact that this simple-minded bag spirit didn't even know what the rope was before, and he had to give a "precise" description, Zhao Rong would have started to wonder if its previous owner had some kind of lewdness.

It's a pity that he can't throw the blame at this time.

"Hey, even kidnapping someone is so obscene and lewd." Gui's voice appeared appropriately, and the sarcasm was never absent.

"What obscenity and lewdness? I didn't teach it!"

"I know, I didn't say it was you, but this bag spirit who didn't learn well, what are you in a hurry for?"

"I..." Zhao Rong choked, and immediately reacted, "Wait, what is not learning well? What I teach it is obviously normal. Besides, even if it wants to learn something abnormal, I don't even bother to teach it."

"So you actually do too?"

Feeling that the sword spirit was talking to him, Zhao Rong shut up.

He was indeed a little wronged and upset. In fact, if he really went to teach, there would indeed be some memories in his previous life... Well, the exquisite rope art can be taught. This is actually an art of binding. The gray tentacles are like this, and the simple way to remove the violence makes the female prisoner react so much...

Right now, the binding of the gray tentacles controlled by the bag spirit is still going on. After all, the master seems to be in a trance and hasn't told it to stop.

As a result, the gray tentacles twisted around her body flexibly again.

"...I can't do it, I can't do it! Ah... I can't touch it! It's itchy, it's itchy, hahaha... I can't do this... You thief, let me go!"

Ye Yao cried and laughed because of being tickled, but there was nothing he could do about it while gnashing his teeth.

The expression is very contradictory and wonderful.

From the understanding of the bag spirit's child-like wisdom, the louder the female prisoner yells, the more painful and frightening she feels. She thinks that its owner should be satisfied and like it, so it controls the soft gray tentacles to continue to extend, and the binding becomes more flexible. After a circle, it also explored towards the unknown area.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched...you are not quite right, bag spirit, are you still here?

In addition, the little fox demon carrying a small bookcase in the distance seemed to be attracted by the movement here, and turned his head to look curiously.

Zhao Rong couldn't sit still.

"Okay, okay, just tie it tight, don't drill around anymore." He tapped the mouth of the bag with his index finger, and immediately stopped.

Afterwards, feeling the childlike mood of the bag spirit asking for credit, Zhao Rong nodded, and said 'encouragingly': "It's very good, don't tie it like this next time."

"..." The bag spirit froze.

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves, and squatted down in front of Ye Yao, who was yelling at Unyielding.

Without glancing at the rope art below that made his eyelids twitch and was very focused, he stretched out two fingers and shook in front of her face, with a kind expression on his face: "Well, we can chat calmly now, You come first or I come first?"

"Sneak attacking people, you are despicable! Let go of me, come back together if you have the ability, I will kill you with a sword! You sneaky thief, do you know who I am?"

"Well, it seems that you really want to speak first." Zhao Rong nodded.

Even though he was tied up, Ye Yao still raised his face, gritted his teeth and said proudly: "Do you know who is behind this girl? Whose property is this Yingtao? It's something you can't afford..."

Zhao Rong straightened up suddenly, and looked behind her with his head.

It's pitch black, where is anyone?

"I don't know. I didn't see anyone. When will you come?" He shook his head and asked with a smile.

"You thief, don't take advantage of this tongue. This girl tells you that I am a disciple of Weiwei Mountain, and the peak master of Qianhan Peak is my father. It is not only me who sneaked up on me and stole Yingtao like this today. Father will not let you go, and the whole Weiwei Mountain will investigate to the end!" Ye Yao's originally pretty face was distorted at this moment, and he stared at him with wide eyes, with a coquettish and savage tone.

However, Zhao Rong saw some fear and fear from her eyes that were ashamed and angry.

It should be because he is worried that he is a desperado or a lustful evil spirit. Even if he moves out of the two mountains behind him, he will be eaten up and wiped out. He rapes and then kills and runs away...just a paper tiger.

"It turned out to be cheating." He concluded with a nod and laughed it off. "Is there anyone else behind?"

"What are you doing!?" Ye Yao couldn't help but tremble all over because of Zhao Rong's chuckling tone.