The years of being Long Aotian's fiancee

Having figured it out, Xia Ying trotted all the way to Jianjian Hall.For a small otaku who is obsessed with comprehension literature, it is more tempting to learn swords from the male lead than to dig out his head and think about some troublesome things.

When he came to the backyard of the main sword casting hall, which was the back garden where Fu Jian "worked", Xia Ying searched around but found no one, so he turned back to see if there was anyone in the sword casting room.

As expected, this main sword casting hall is specially prepared for third-grade refiners. It is magnificent and undisturbed. After walking for a long time, I didn't meet anyone asking for directions.

But in the end, he found the target in a secluded small refining room. The tall, long-legged man was bending over and repairing the black epee in front of the sword-making platform. Not far away, he obediently Standing was a middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe, who seemed to be answering something nervously, his thick hands pinching the spine of the book so hard that it turned white.

"What materials can be added to the fourth-level weapon to optimize the grip when it is refined?" The young man's voice sounded flat in the refining room, and Kong Er listened very harshly.

"Uh..." The middle-aged man's voice immediately followed, no different from a student who was suddenly kicked back by the teacher. He faltered and said: "You can add ordinary spirit stones, moistening crystals, and... and uh ...The wings of the folding spirit bird should be combined with the quality of the weapon." After speaking, he hurriedly looked at the expression of "Master".

Han Zheng had no expression on his face, he kept moving his hands, and he didn't say whether Fu Jian answered well or not, the sense of oppression was stretched to the limit.

Seeing this, Xia Ying stood on tiptoe, slipped in like a nimble little fat cat, and habitually touched the male lead, before he could speak, the man spoke first: "Here?"

"Yeah!" Xia Ying looked at the dark epee on the sword casting platform with her head intimately, very excited.This is the only god-level weapon in the six worlds of Quan Ling Ji who accompanied the hero from being weak to the peak, Killing Judgment.

As one of Han Zheng's natal swords, Shi Duan was not born as a magic weapon, but was continuously upgraded by Brother Zheng. The key is to be born in the hands of a good master.

But I have red sandalwood, not bad hehe.

"You go out to warm up first, and I'll come out after I've straightened out." Han Zheng saw that Xia Ying's head was very close to his chin, rubbing back and forth dishonestly, and hurriedly sent this guy out to avoid asking questions. Don't stop.

The beauty Fly rubbed her hands together and said with a silly smile: "Brother Zheng, you will teach me swordsmanship later!"

"Hmph." The man glanced at the young lady with a very inconsistent expression and face, and said half-jokingly, "Instead of warming up, you'd better be mentally prepared."

After speaking, he nudged her and asked Xia Ying to leave the sword casting room quickly. Ordinary people should not stay here for a long time, even the air is filled with aura that ordinary practitioners cannot support.

Yingying obediently took out the natal sword in his spirit ring, ran towards the backyard bouncingly, did not see the red sandalwood appearing in his hand, and the moment the killing behind him also moved,

Han Zheng glanced coldly at the useless natal sword in his hand, and said indifferently: "The red sandalwood hasn't been fully activated yet, be honest, otherwise I don't mind letting 'Soul Shaving' be the main sword during your confinement period."

The pitch-black sharp sword instantly calmed down, lying in the master's hands like a corpse.

And Fu Jian, who stood beside him and had been ignored for a long time, stood upright like a corpse,

Outside, the sun in the summer morning was not yet scorching, and a large piece of light gently covered the backyard of Jianjian Hall. The leaves of the flowers and trees in the courtyard were shiny, and the flowers were big and dense. Occasionally, there would be dizzy little The bee flew to Xia Ying's side, and the "buzzing" wings always made the young man look good for a while,

Since he became an otaku, he has rarely had such a leisurely and undisturbed time in the garden.

Although his physical stamina was much better than before, the little lazy boy sat on the stone bench to rest after walking two laps.He caressed his natal sword cherishingly, brushing the red sandalwood inch by inch with jade-like fingertips, the hilt part was very transparent "jade", carved with complex and precious patterns, and the body of the sword was also pure white, The texture of the milky white is so good that people can't detect the killing intent on the sword. They just think it's a perfect work of art.

Although he had watched it countless times in the past two days, he still couldn't get enough of it, and he was filled with joy every time he took it out.

"Red sandalwood... Red sandalwood..." The femme fatale under the flower tree murmured a name gently, and the deep and deep female voice was so soul-stirring that it made people unable to walk.

Anyway, that's what the little pig with the red cracked armor thought when he saw this scene.

I didn't expect that the host I brought would be such a beauty, what a monster, even the voice of a male voice can become so seductive under the filter of beauty, alas... the face of the dog is harmful!

"Welcome!!" The little pig jumped into the arms of the femme fatale in exactly the same way, shouting loudly: "Why hasn't Father Han come yet? Am I early?" Gan Ganling missed Han Zheng last night After giving advice, he vowed that he would never miss any opportunity to hug his thigh again, but the infected lazy system didn't want to get up so early today, so he agreed to wait for Han Zheng to teach Xia Ying that he would be on time like lightning Debut, I didn't expect it to be early.

"Kill me to death," the otaku complained, holding the piggy in his arms, and replied, "Brother Zheng told me to warm up, I just turned around twice to be lazy."

"Do you think Father Han will really teach you some awesome swordsmanship today? I don't think so, isn't Brother Zheng this kind of character design?" .Ravage, blinking big eyes to watch the "beauty" host wash his eyes, seeing more beauties and prolonging life is not just a joke.

"Probably not. For a novice like me, learning those advanced exercises in his 'Necromancer Palace' is purely just to encourage young people, and it's useless at all. I guess Brother Zheng should teach me some basic things." Speaking of death The Hall of Spirits, this is one of the male protagonist's biggest gold fingers, a "library" in Han Zheng's spiritual consciousness, covering everything, you can find any book, whether it is the skills of the human world, the demon world, the god world, or the demon world The method of purifying the bloodline, the data of the Shura world, and even the ancient god's hand that has been annihilated, all have it.

This golden finger is really big if you say it is big, and it is really small if you say it is small.Anyway, this golden finger is useless for Xia Ying, he just wants to sleep after reading for 10 minutes, let alone follow the requirements of the book to search for things and experiment... He Xia Ying still prefers to sign in to send spiritual power. finger.

Just as a person and a pig were chatting under the tree, a cold voice came from not far away: "Miss, come."

Xia Ying threw the piglet to the ground and patted his fart.The ashes run away,

"Hey, wait for me!" Gan Ganling spread his legs and hurried to follow.

Xia Ying barely stopped the car in front of the tall man's chest, looked curiously at the strange man with a cold face beside him, and asked, "Brother Zheng, who is he?"

"Your enemy." Han Zheng looked at the innocent man in front of him with calm eyes, and said mercilessly, "Piercing him with red sandalwood is your task today."

Xia Ying's expression froze for a moment, Gan Ganling stepped back a few steps, stunned.

The strange man in a simple gray-white robe stood forward, feeling full of oppression. He was at least two meters tall, with a ferocious face with a gloomy expression.

"Brother Zheng, do you have to?" Xia Ying felt that his hand holding the sword was sealed, and his whole body was as stiff as a marble statue. Even opening his mouth to confirm it wasted his great strength.

"Miss, you must." Han Zheng seemed too lazy to pretend to be gentle and considerate in front of Xia Ying, even his tone was a little impatient.

"He, what kind of bad guy is he..." Xia Ying lowered her head tremblingly, hesitating for time,

"Heh" sneered inexplicably, the man shook his head, walked behind Xia Ying, and whispered viciously: "If one day, someone who is not a bad person wants to kill you, can you stab him?"

Xia Ying gritted her teeth, and straightly raised the snow-white sword. The sharp point of the sword was straight in front of the man, and her knuckles turned white because she was holding the sword too tightly.

The blood on the beauty's face faded away, as if she was seriously ill.

The red sandalwood was done very well by the man behind him, unlike the epee sword, this sword was made extremely light, Xia Ying held the sword like a cicada's wings, effortlessly,

But his arm was trembling like a sieve, and the feeling of the sword tip rubbing against the coarse cloth was accurately conveyed to his brain. The law of peace from more than 20 years of modern society is trying its best to stop him at this moment,

Really, what a fucking world of comprehension!

Suddenly feeling his hand warm up, the warm palm wrapped around his trembling palm, Brother Zheng seemed to move closer and whispered in his ear: "You are so different from the Xia Ying I know..."

"Puff..." the red sandalwood pierced through the thick body in front of him very quickly, even easier than piercing a piece of tofu, and then the person who helped Xia Ying make up his mind immediately let go of his hand,

Xia Ying's heart stopped in an instant, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, waiting helplessly for the smelly warm blood to splash on her face,

After waiting for a long time, without the screams and blood that he imagined, he squinted his eyes and only opened one eye to see,

The big man stood in front of him as motionless as a mountain, even the arc of his frown did not change, there was not a single drop of blood where the rapier pierced him, only some strange things could be vaguely seen at the wound.

"It's a puppet!!! It's Father Han's puppet king!!!" The system shouted in surprise in Xia Ying's mind: "It's not a living person!!!"

Xia Ying turned her head, and the lonely figure was about to enter the house. The breeze in the yard brushed the thick hair on his back a few strands, and the gentle sunshine in the morning covered his thin and tall body, making that figure The seemingly inhuman and indifferent god walked into the world,

Brother Zheng, you are very different from the Han Zheng I know.

Xia Ying was thinking blankly, her extremely beautiful eyes stared at the back, and did not move away for a long time.