After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

Chapter 20 In the cloud (2)

Huaibo walked to the door and bumped into someone.

The man came from the rainy night, in black clothes and black hat, and blended with the night. Only the eyes of the double autumn wave were revealed.

Huaibo was stunned, standing still on the spot, with a strange expression on his face.

The visitor took off his veil and held it in his hand, revealing a pale face, like a ghost in the light of the lights.

Peiyu was nestled in Huaibo’s arms, unable to see her face, but she felt that her body first shook slightly, and then relaxed again, as if relieved.

“So it was you.” Huai Bai breathed a sigh of relief, patted the child on the back, and asked: “You want to stop me?”

When Zhao Hengyu saw the visitors, he said with joy: “Master!”

After he finished speaking, Peiyu knew the identity of this person-the deacon of Momen Ming Ghost Hall, and often laughed.

Although she is called Changxiao, she has never laughed once. She is always cold and born like an ecstasy.

The disciples of Momen often joked: “Ning to go through the ghost gate, I will not see King Xun Hades.”

Enough to see this terrible.

Huaibai smiled, and contrasted sharply with the cold face of the opposite person, “Exercise the deacon to make way.”

Xunchang smiled while holding the black hat, motionless.

“Deacon, what does this mean?”

Xun Chang laughed and frowned, and said: “The magic disk is true.” She seemed to have not spoken for a long time, her throat was like rust, and her words always contained a condensed and hard to ignore.

“So what?”

Xunchang smiled and moved his lips, and said with difficulty: “Blood mist, apprentice, demon, stay.”

Huaibo: “…Huh?”

Zhao Hengyu translated it very familiarly: “My master said that the reopening of the blood mist is of great importance. Since your apprentice is carrying the blood of the devil, it is best to stay, regardless of whether it has anything to do with this matter.”

Huaibo smiled angrily, “Don’t you see that she is just a child?”

Zhao Hengyu was a little embarrassed, “Peak Master, if this happened elsewhere, it doesn’t matter, but at the foot of the city, there was blood fog, and the saint Zhuang’s disciple was killed. We can’t help but investigate.”

Zhang Li added to the side: “The victim is my relative.”

His remarks have already indicated the attitude of Shengrenzhuang.

Zhao Hengyu was stunned, “Ah, you…”

He leaned over to salute and apologized: “Elder, the sorrow and change, the junior is here to apologize for the impoliteness.”

Zhang Li waved his hand, indicating that it was OK.

Huaibo didn’t bother to watch them give such a fake greeting, slowly stroking the child’s thin back, frowning slightly.

“So, you insist on stopping me?”

The smile on her face has cooled, and her voice is cold, like a jade falling on a bead plate.

Zhang Li was already a little timid in his heart.

This woman stood there indifferently, like a peerless sword repairman who divided mountains and seas in the past years.

Wearing a cloak of Cuiyu, holding a sword in the cloud.

After three hundred years, few of the freshman juniors knew about Jian Xiu Huaibo. They only knew that the master of the idle peak was not doing business. They were obsessed with the fragrance of birds and flowers, wine and delicacies, and their cultivation was stagnant. They can be called a big rice bug in the cultivation world.

But Zhang Li could not forget. This person named Huaibo has many names and no names now, and how shocking the world was before.

At that time, she was a myth in the realm of cultivation, an unreachable star in the sky, and a peak that all sword repairers wanted to climb.

He dare not be afraid.

Huaibo stood there, holding the child in his arms tightly, staring at Xunchang with a smile, his eyes narrowed, and there was no half of a smile, and said: “Actually, I didn’t want to fight with you. You are like me. The old man is very similar. But…if you have to stop me, then please fight.”

Xun Changxiao nodded silently, and suddenly a long whip flashing with cold electricity appeared in the dead gray hand.

The moment the long whip appeared, several deafening thunders rang in the ears of everyone.

“Fighting ghost whip?” Huaibo smiled, “looks good.”

Xunchang smiled and said, “Please fight.”

Huaibo put the child in her arms on the bench and touched her head, “Apprentice, wait for me.”

Peiyu nodded obediently, and when she saw her turning around, she couldn’t help but shout again: “Master…”

Huaibo turned back, “What?”

Peiyu whispered: “Be careful.”

The child’s pupils are extremely deep, like the black flames that ignite in hell, always revealing the unrepentant obsession and obsession. She clenched her hand tightly, her face flushed with flames. For so many years, she was used to charging and being in the **** wind, but she had never before, sitting behind others so weakly, could only call out “careful”.

Huaibo smiled lightly and said, “Don’t be afraid, Master is very strong.”

She tried to prevent the fight from spreading to the furnishings of the inn, and then stood in front of the black impermanence and smiled: “Then fight.”

Xunchang smiled and asked: “You don’t need a sword?”

Huaibo seemed to wake up from a dream, and suddenly said, “…Ah, do you want to use a sword?”

As a sword repairman, fighting against people without using swords is undoubtedly a contempt for each other.

Zhao Hengyu defended his master, and immediately asked loudly, “Peak Master, you are too indifferent like this.”

Jiyue grabbed him, lowered her voice and said, “The peak master just doesn’t understand this.”

Zhao Hengyu also reacted.

If it is an ordinary sword repair, it will definitely not be like this. But Huaibo is just the name of a sword repairer. She might not even have a decent sword in her daily life, let alone compete with others. How would she know these fighting rules?

There is even more news from the cultivation world, saying that this person’s cultivation base is also piled up with pill. Although his cultivation base is as good as the golden core, his strength is not as good as the foundation building.

Zhao Hengyu became anxious again, fearing that the master would hurt the golden dead wood and dead tree, causing Gushan and Xiancheng to grudge.

Huaibo didn’t think so much, she just thought it was a little troublesome, why does the sword repair competition have to use a sword?

She looked around, did not find something suitable, and sighed lightly.

Zhang Li suddenly asked: “Peak Master, where is your cloud?”

The smile on Huaibo’s face was stagnant for a moment, then his eyebrows stretched, and he smiled: “Ah…I threw it away.”

Zhang Li’s eyes widened, and he muttered incredulously: “Throw, throw?”

In the clouds are precious treasures left over from ancient times.

The meteorite iron outside the sky is the bone, cast by the ancient immortals. After the sword was completed, it was placed in the fire for thousands of years. It can be described as swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, robbing the world of good fortune.

For thousands of years, countless people wanted to be in the cloud, and only one person could be recognized by the sword in the cloud.

She said lightly that she threw it away?

After Zhang Li was shocked, he felt funny again. How could this be true.

Huaibo replied with a certainty: “It is not easy to use, and it is rusty. I will throw it away. You can’t use a rust sword.”

Zhang Li is sure she is lying, how can the magic soldier rust?

Huaibo smiled and stretched out his hand, “So, I changed another sword in hand.”

She closed her right hand slightly, as if holding a sword hilt and turning her wrist, like a sword flower. “The sword is in hand, deacon, please fight.”

Everyone looked at her incredulously.

She is empty in her hand, where is the sword?

Xunchang smiled colder, “You, tease, me.”

Huaibo was still smiling, “Ah, I forgot to introduce it. My sword is called the Emperor’s New Sword.”

She blinked, “Only smart people can see.”