Even an old man like him, who rarely leaves Peach Blossom Island, has heard of the reputation of Chunjun Sword.

Unexpectedly, such a peerless magic weapon would be ruined by a boy from the Li family.

While thinking, Nan Lie picked up the Chunjun sword and looked at the breaks and cracks on it, one big and two big.

He seemed to be bragging a little too much.

Can this sword still be repaired?

Trouble, if you can't fix this, you will definitely be ridiculed by that kid.

Respect the elderly?

Impossible.

Thinking of this, Nan Lie's expression became more solemn and he was in a bad mood.

One day later.

Outside the south courtyard.

Li Ziye came over with a plate of fresh fruit and shouted at the top of his lungs, "There are still nine days!"

After shouting, Li Ziye took a bite of the peach and turned to leave.

"Bang!"

In the courtyard, Nan Lie's body trembled with anger, and the hammer in his hand hit with a clang.

This kid just deserves a beating!

"Nanming True Flame!"

It is difficult for ordinary fire to melt into the material of a divine weapon. Nan Lie no longer hesitated, and the real energy around his body was activated. The four divine treasures roared, and with the blessing of special skills, the true energy turned into true flames, improving the ability of ordinary fire.

In an instant, the colorless true flame surged and swallowed the pure gun.

The terrifying temperature spread, and the entire south courtyard seemed to be on fire.

"Fuck."

Outside the hospital, Li Ziye felt something and was startled.

Has the old man stepped up his tactics?

This old man seems to have some skills, not just bragging.

but.

None of his business.

Li Ziye raised his head and left in a swaggering manner.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In the south courtyard, Nan Lie was holding a hammer and beating the sword again and again, sweating profusely.

Sunset and moonrise.

The moon sets and the sun rises again.

Li Gouzi floated over again carrying a fruit plate.

"Eight days to go!"

Outside the hospital, Li Ziye shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Bang!"

Nan Lie struck down hard with the hammer. If he hadn't been making a sword, he would have thrown the hammer on someone's head.

I’ve never seen anything so in need of cleaning up!

"Xiaozi Ye, you don't practice your sword well, why are you here again."

Early in the morning, I couldn't find the trace of Li Gouzi. Half a month immediately guessed where someone ran, and came to catch people.

Sure enough, grab one quasi.

"Go back.

Li Ziye was caught away.

The next day.

"It's seven days!"

Li Gouzi was on time than the alarm clock. She was on my waist and stood outside the courtyard.

"Bang!"

In the courtyard, in front of the fire, Nanlie's body was stunned, and the general eyes of the copper bell could be killed.

"Little Night!"

Outside the courtyard, half -moon rushed to the moon, leaving someone with someone.

"It's six days!"

"It's five days!"

"It's four days!"

On the day after day, someone's owe has never changed.

Half of the moon was afraid that a guy would be killed. In the past few days, the sky is up to block people. The weird thing is that every time I can't stop it, I am escaped by someone.

Li Gouzi always came to the south courtyard on time, and came to a throat with a high toe.

"Sorry for Elder Nanlie."

I don't know how many times to catch people. Outside the South Court, half of the moon looked at the old man who was casting a sword, and apologized, he said with apologies, and immediately left someone to leave again.

In the courtyard.

The casting sword is a critical moment.

Nanlie took out three dragon scales and around the inverse scale.

In order to repair the cracks on the Junjun sword, Nan Lie did not hesitate to make the blood, and supplemented the sword with the dragon scales.

Bear bears, burning the scales of dragons.

One hour, two hours, three hours ...

One day and one night, the indestructible dragon scales finally melted.

At the crack, the melted dragon scales continued to spread, and the sword body was integrated.

On the face of Nanlie, the sweat emerged, and it was evaporated by this horrible temperature.

At the same time, in the small courtyard in the distance.

Li Ziye also practiced swords that sweat like rain. When he was serious, he didn't look heartless as usual.

If you want to block the elders of the Hong Ni, it is easy to talk about it.

Li Ziye was very clear. He had only two chances left. If he failed again, he would never get Bai Yue Shenshi.

This is the only god he can now, and he must not give up.

In the small courtyard, the sword light said, the sword sounds, the sword of Li Ziye, it is increasingly refined, the martial arts has improved in the past year, and it can be visible to the naked eye.

The world is like Mu Bai, and Bai Wangyu has a genius such as Sanzang. It is just a few. It is very enviable, but you can't be envious.

Li Ziye is trying to catch up in his own way.

Before the end, the victory or defeat is still unknown.

"Well!"

The sword is like frost, a sword is cold, Li Ziye holds an iron sword, dancing the wind of the dance, the person is fast, the sword is faster.

"Sister help you."

On the side, half of the moon saw this, said a word, immediately held the black knife, and rushed up.

Swords confront.

With a sound, Yu Jinxing, the dust and sand flying.

The sword is fast, the knife is faster, the two of them are staggered, and the sword is staggered.

The sound of the sound is endless, and the competition is gorgeous. It is dazzling.

"Feixian Jue!"

Step into a condensed, double points, Li Ziye's figure is like illusion, and the speed is to the extreme.

"Double sword, don't wind!"

In the eyes, the two figures, one left and one right.

"Virtual and real."
To be continued...