"Huh" Wu Chen's eyes were immediately attracted by the simple blue sword in the middle-aged man's hand. A wave of wind-type fighting spirit was transmitted from the blue sword to Wu Chen's soul perception.

"It's another spiritual weapon, and it's much more powerful than the Crazy Lion Sword." Wu Chen was surprised. He had never seen the shadow of the spiritual weapon before, but he didn't expect that it would appear now, two of them.

The middle-aged man caressed the sword in his hand nostalgically, and held his right hand tightly towards the hilt of the sword.

"Hu", "Hu" a strong wind was swept out of thin air and wrapped around the sword body in the hands of middle-aged and middle-aged people. The wind-type spirit sword suddenly emitted a cold sword light in the hands of middle-aged people.

A natural feeling came from the middle-aged man and the sword in his hand. A discerning person could see at a glance that the middle-aged man and the sword in his hand had been fighting against the enemy for many years, and had an inseparable emotional connection.

"Roar" the middle-aged man roared at the sky, and his figure suddenly shot towards Wu Chen. The sharp sound of breaking through the air roared out. The wind-type spiritual weapon in his hand was shaking a strange force, which actually shaking the surrounding space.

"Wind Lotus Sword, Wind Lotus Breathing Rain" a crazy roar came from the middle-aged man. A wind-type lotus appeared out of thin air on the wind lotus sword in his hand at the tip of the sword. A ray of light scattered out of nowhere. The lotus immediately bloomed, and a dense wind blade that was as solid as it suddenly burst into pieces from it and shot towards Wu Chen.

"Not good" Wu Chen's mental power swept away and found that the wind blade, which was as dense as raindrops, showed no sign of disappearing.

"All these are real." Wu Chen's face was shocked, and he was surprised and even a little panicked in his heart.

Seeing that the wind blade in the sky had arrived, Wu Chen had to hold up a fire-type protective cover to resist the heavy rain wind blade.

‘clang’, ‘clang’, ‘clang’ Countless dense sounds sounded in front of Wu Chen. A wind blade suddenly broke through the defense of Wu Chen’s fire-type defense and shot towards Wu Chen’s face.

The Crazy Lion Sword in the hand of "Clang" flashed out a sword light, offsetting the wind blade in front of him. Wu Chen's face suddenly became ugly.

My mind was running rapidly, thinking of ways to deal with it. If I could not resist the other party's wind blade, I was afraid that I would be hit by the rain-like wind blade and dismembered to death soon.

The dense sound of ‘clang’, ‘clang’, ‘clang’ was like hitting Wu Chendi’s heart. There was no way to deal with it. Could it be that the only way to rely on the body to resist and dodge?

A sudden sound suddenly came from between Wu Chen and the middle-aged man. The pressure Wu Chen faced suddenly disappeared, "buzz", "buzz", and a light voice came into Wu Chen's ears.

Wu Chen's mental power was suddenly withdrawn, and a warm current flowed from his mind, offsetting the discomfort caused by the sound coming in his mind.

Wu Chen, who was shocked, looked cautiously at the exit of the backyard of Qingxianglou. He saw a beautiful woman in charge who was delivering things to the room where Wu Chen and others were just now, and she walked slowly towards the two of them gracefully.

Wu Chen turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man, and found that he had just woken up from the sudden and confusing sound just now. He looked at the beauty walking towards him with horror. His aura suddenly disappeared, and he actually showed a scared face.

"Haha, a manager of the Feng family actually bullied a child who had just entered the early stage of King Wu here. It really opened my eyes." The beauty slowly walked to the neighbors of the two and said very funnyly.

"Loft...Loft...Owner...Old" The middle-aged man, a half-step martial master, bowed to the beauty in front of him and said hello to him.

"Take your young master back home quickly, I'm afraid you won't be able to treat it after a long time." The beauty didn't care about the middle-aged man's attitude at all, and said in a cold voice.

"By the way, put down the Fenglian Sword in your hand as a punishment for violation." The beauty looked at Wu Chen, as if she had thought of something and added to the middle-aged man. The wonderful voice was full of unquestionable meaning for the middle-aged man in the half-step Wu Zun.

The middle-aged man heard the beautiful poster's previous sentence, looking unwilling to show his face, with his head down, but he did not dare to have any idea of ​​refuting.

When he heard a sentence from the beautiful poster, his body trembled obviously, and there was a hint of humiliation in his throat under extreme pressure.

The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, looking at the beautiful poster not far away, and wanted to say something, but his body suddenly felt a sudden sensation, and cold sweat dripped on his forehead to the ground.

A wave of irresistible pressure was pressing from the beautiful poster to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man could hardly support him and fell to the ground. Moreover, the beautiful poster's eyes suddenly turned cold from the calmness just now, looking at the middle-aged man, making him unable to resist the pressure with a "bang" sound and took a step back, lowering his head again, and he did not dare to look at the beautiful poster again.

The middle-aged man threw the Feng Lian Sword in his hand to the ground reluctantly, his eyes full of grief, but he turned around and walked towards Feng Tianhua and An Jiangyan without any stop. He picked up Feng Tianhua with his right hand and led An Jiangyan, who was already shocked, away.

"Thank you, Lord." Wu Chen knew that although the beauty in front of him had a harmless pure and gorgeous look, in fact, the huge energy that Qingxiang owner had made Wu Chen dare not be careless at all. He took the lead two steps forward and said without being humble or arrogant.

"Haha, young master, you have to be polite. My real name is Qing Moyu, just call me Moyu." The owner of Qingxiang Tower showed a sweet smile on his pretty face, and smiled at Wu Chen, looking at Wu Chen without any hesitation.

Wu Chen used his early cultivation level of King Wu to severely injured the master of the Half-Step Martial Master. This is not something that an ordinary genius can do. The scenes of the two of them just now completely fell into Qing Moyu's eyes, which really surprised Qing Moyu.

"Okay, Sister Mo Yu." Wu Chen also showed a knowing smile. He knew that the owner of Qingxiang was so friendly to him because of the boss Yan Xiang. When he thought of Yan Xiang's mysterious identity, Wu Chen felt a little curious.

But Wu Chen was completely wrong in thinking this way. On the one hand, the owner of Qingxiang saved Wu Chen because of Yan Xiang, and on the other hand, he was very interested in Wu Chen's secrets, so he decisively retreated the middle-aged man from the half-step Wu Zun to save Wu Chen from this crisis.

"Good brother" Qing Moyu raised his hand gently, and the middle-aged man's Fenglian Sword left on the ground was held in his hand by him. Then he moved his lotus step and slowly walked to Wu Chen and handed the Fenglian Sword in his hand to Wu Chen.

'This is what they do not reasonably compensate you for your brother. Although such a first-grade spiritual weapon is of a little low value, it is just right for you to use' Qing Moyu's jade teeth said with a slight vomiting.

"This..., then thank Sister Mo Yu." Wu Chen saw the sincerity in Qing Mo Yu's eyes, and no longer pretentiously took it, thinking, "Since this Fenglian Sword is considered a first-grade spiritual weapon, then the Crazy Lion Sword in his hand can't be considered a spiritual weapon?"

Wu Chen and Qing Moyu entered the Qingxiang Tower while chatting. Qing Moyu, the owner of the post who looks like a fairy and has extraordinary strength, was attractive to Wu Chen.
Chapter completed!