The Venerable Swordsman

robbery!

Ye Xuanyue felt that the treasure of this little girl was probably robbed!

The sound of the trail just dropped, and an old man suddenly walked out of the hall in the distance.

This person is the name of the Moro patriarch today.

The trail looked at the old man and laughed: "This old man is not simple. His strength should be able to break your candle dragon armor!"

Ye Xuan: "........"

The breath of the Moro name is like a violent wind and waves, and it constantly shakes around, but Ye Xuan feels that the other party is converging on his own breath, but he can't hold it!

It stands to reason that such a strong man should not have this problem!

As if knowing what Ye Xuan thought, the trail suddenly laughed: "He should be breaking through and then interrupted by me."

Interrupted!

Ye Xuan's eyelids jumped, this trail said so lightly!

It is extremely difficult for a strong man like Moroccan to break through once they reach such a level.

Now he was interrupted by the trail.

May be something big!

Ye Xuan quickly stood behind the trail, he didn't want to be affected!

What if this Moro's head cramps, not against the trail but against him!

In the distance, the Moro stopped, and he looked at the trail with a trace of complexity. "It was a young girl!"

Xiaoxiao laughed and said, "Let's not waste any time! Tell me, how to solve it! If I am not satisfied, I will kill all of your Moro Xeons!"

All killed!

Wen Yan, Ye Xuan's eyelids jumped, this woman ...

Moruo smiled bitterly. "Senior, this is a trivial matter. Why should you be so angry?"

The trail looked at Moro's name, "I'm angry."

The name of Moro was silent.

As for the trail, they don't actually know her true origin, only knowing that this woman is not simple. As for how strong she is, no one knows.

The reason why she knew the trail was because he had seen the trail with the Moro patriarch of the previous generation. At that time, the Moro patriarch of the previous generation said something to him, so don't provoke the woman.

Don't mess with it!

Mora thought for a while, then said, "What do you want, young girl?"

The trail looked at the name of Moro. "I don't know. Anyway, you have to satisfy me, otherwise, I'm going to shoot."

Moro shook his head. "Little girl, you are a bit bullying."

Xiaoxiao laughed and said, "When you Moro strong men came to me, they threatened me without even asking why. Are you bullying?"

Moro famously said, "They don't know your identity."

The corner of the mouth slightly lifted, "So, are you right to reason?" If the other side is weak, you will talk about fists. If the other side is strong, you will speak reason, right?

After Moro's name was silent for a moment, he then said, "This is my Moro's fault. I apologize to the little girl, and the matter will be revealed. Of course, the free market here will no longer welcome you. You see how is it?"

Wen Yan, Ye Xuan shook her head.

This old man is not here to solve things, but to do things.

Not welcome trail?

Is this an apology?

This is catching people!

In the eyes of an outsider, the trail may be a bit irrational, but in Ye Xuan's view, he is very clear that if the trail is not so powerful, it must have been the main pit before, and if her strength is only average, it must be Will be pitted by this Moro.

strength!

This is a world of strength!

What kind of reality

What kind of treatment will you get.

Now outsiders only see the trail as an oppressive force, but no one knows that if the trail is not powerful, her end will certainly not be very good.

After hearing Moro's words, the trail suddenly laughed.

The trail shook his head, and then said, "I thought it was a pity that your Moro family had fallen, but now it seems that you descendants are not a little bit worse than your ancestors."

Speaking of this, she turned around and glanced around softly, "Since so, let this Moro completely disappear into this world!"

Hearing that, the name of the Moro was narrowed, "His good breath!"

Xiaodao smiled, her palms spread out, and a blood-red long needle suddenly appeared in her hands. When the blood-red long needle appeared, Ye Xuan's face suddenly changed.

Danger!

He felt the danger!

At this moment, he had an intuition that his candle dragon armor could never stop this long needle!

What is this fetish?

Ye Xuan was full of curiosity.

At this time, the name of that Moro's face also changed.

Because he felt the danger too!

Moro famously cried: "Little girl, do you really want to do this? My Moro heritage has been for tens of thousands of years ..."

Just then, the blood-red long needle in the hands of the trail suddenly turned into a blood light and flew out.

In an instant, the space of tens of thousands of miles was cracked directly at this moment, at the same time, countless starlights were annihilated at this moment!

In the distance, the name of that Moro's face changed drastically, and his hands snapped together, "All the stars return!"

boom!

In the depths of the stars around him, countless powers of stars converged in front of him instantly. When these powers of stars came in front of him, they condensed directly into a wall of stars, and at the same time, the space in front of him began to condense madly.

And at this time, it followed the long needle.

laugh!

The long needle suddenly remembered a slight tearing sound. Ye Xuan quickly looked at the name of the Mora, and inserted a long needle in the throat of the Mora.

Spike directly!

Moro stared at the trail, "What the **** is this!"

The trail smiled, the finger of the jade lightly ticked, the long needle flew directly into her hands, and she retracted the long needle, and the Moro name body began to illuminate directly.

At this moment, Moro regretted it!

Before, he felt that even though there was a gap between the woman in front of him and the woman in front of him, it should not be big, but now, the other side told him with strength that the gap was huge!

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine.

The name of Moro turned to the trail, "Sir, there are many mistakes, my Moro's fault, and I hope that after I die, let the Moro take the horse."

The trail laughed: "If I don't let go?"

Moro whispered: "Her Excellency ..."

Before he finished speaking, he had completely disappeared.

Destroyed!

Aside, Ye Xuan was silent.

At this moment, the trail suddenly looked at Ye Xuan, "Do you think I am cruel?"

Ye Xuan shook her head, "No!"

In fact, he knew the character of the trail, she was not an unreasonable person, of course, this time the trail was a little angry.

The trail smiled, and then said, "Let's go!"

Ye Xuan nodded.

Obviously, the trail did not choose to destroy the entire Moro tribe.

After a while, the trail took Ye Xuan back to the bridge. On the bridge, the trail walked slowly without speaking.

Ye Xuan and Zhang Wenxiu slowly followed her, without speaking.

After a while, the trail suddenly said, "What?

not talking anymore? "

Ye Xuan said quickly: "Little girl, what is the needle just now? Can you lend it to me?"

"Look?"

The trail blinked, "You can only look far away, not close!"

As she said, her palms spread out, and a long blood-red needle appeared in her hands.

Ye Xuan walked to the path, and he took a close look at the long needle. The long needle had the length of a child's arm and was blood-red throughout his body.

Ye Xuan found that at the end of the long needle, there was a small red thread.

Ye Xuan asked, "This is it?"

Xiao Xiao laughed; "The needle of fate comes from a very distant and distant era, which is very good."

Ye Xuanshen whispered, "I can pierce my candle dragon armor, right?"

The trail nodded, "Compared to it, the candle dragon armor is two grades worse!"

Two grades!

Ye Xuanshen whispered: "Little girl, do these artifacts have a hierarchy?"

Xiao Xiao laughed; "There is no outside door, but I have a division here."

Ye Xuan quickly asked, "How is it divided?"

The trail smiled slightly, and then said: "In my case, there are three kinds of treasures in the world. The first is treasure, such as your candle dragon armor and your swords. This one can only be called treasure, the second For artifacts, that is, artifacts, such as your heavenly pen, which can be called artifacts, and the third is an ancient artifact. For example, the needle of fate in my hand, this is an ancient artifact! "

Ye Xuanshen whispered, "Do you have any better treasure than this needle?"

The trail nodded, "Yes! So, strictly speaking, there is a fourth type, the supreme artifact, but this kind of thing is extremely rare, even for me, there are only a dozen!"

More than a dozen!

Hearing that Ye Xuan's expression froze suddenly.

Only a dozen?

only?

Ye Xuan almost fainted!

Talking on this trail hurts invisible!

The trail looked at the long needle in his hand, "This needle of destiny is made by the force of destiny. It is very special. Your candle dragon armor is in front of it. Although it cannot be said to be fragile, it is not hard. Of course, you can rest assured. , Can break your candle dragon armor, there are very few in this world. "

Ye Xuanshen said: "Little girl, can you sell this needle?"

The trail directly put away the needle of fate, hehe smiled and didn't speak.

Ye Xuan looked at the trail, "I really want it!"

The trail shook his head, "Don't sell!"

Ye Xuan helpless!

At this moment, the trail suddenly said: "Let's go! Let's go shopping elsewhere!"

Ye Xuan nodded.

After a while, the trail took Ye Xuan to a small shop. The stall owner was a young man. The man folded his fists at the trail. "Good girl!"

The trail nodded slightly, "I'll just take a look!"

The man laughed, "Look at the girl!"

After looking at the stall, the trail finally fell on a residual knife.

The knife was half-moon shaped, and there were a few gaps in the blade.

After looking at the trail for a moment, he said, "Where did you get this thing?"

The man was hesitant.

The trail was a little bit, and two strands of purple air fell in front of the man. When the man's eyes lighted up, he closed it directly and said, "Ancient battlefield."

Hearing, the trail suddenly narrowed his eyes.

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ps: We are here to get married, a gift of 100,000 ... I think, with my peerless appearance, it should be free. ... but what should I do if the other party doesn't listen?