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Wuya Pavilion.

Gu Nanyuan's wing room.

He told him the purpose of the trip, and his tone was apologetic.

Although Gu Nanyuan had long been secretly accused of thinking of herself as Zhao Wujiang's woman, Zhao Wujiang also had Gu Nanyuan's place in his heart.

But this time, it was not because of the inability to control oneself, nor because of the inability to suppress oneself, but because of the inability to suppress oneself, but to awaken the shock in Zhao Wujiang's body.

Use the sword energy of the sword furnace to feed the sword servant's sword and recast the broken Tianji.

"I know." Gu Nanyuan's green hair had been lifted up, revealing her shattered cheek. Her eyes were filled with spring water, biting her moist lips, and she said with joy and anger:

"Mr. Lang, if you are afraid of hurting me, then you should be gentler and slower..."

Zhao Wujiang hugged Gu Nanyuan's round buttocks. As soon as he nodded, Gu Nanyuan leaned closer to her face, exhaled like an orchid, and kissed her.

It was like a dragonfly sifting through the water. As soon as Gu Nanyuan touched it, she quickly withdrew her cheeks. Her cheeks were as shy as the sunset reflected, and she gasped heavily and did not dare to look directly at Zhao Wujiang.

Gu Nanyuan's shy look was increasingly filled with a pure and lustful atmosphere, just like a young girl next door who was as pure as water. Without deliberately teasing her, just being ashamed and timid as she was enough to ignite the fire of lust.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, bowed slightly, and his forehead pressed against the girl's forehead. The two of them hugged each other. Zhao Wujiang gently covered his face and ushered in a clumsy response.

Two fox furs slid down, two black robes fell to the ground, followed by snow-white silk underwear and underwear, and a pink bellyband hung on the screen.

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Sword making is a technical job and a physical job.

When the long sword enters the sword furnace, countless sword energy will tightly wrap the sword body and continuously sharpen the sword body.

The scorching sword energy seemed to melt the sword body. Before it could move, it was as red as magma and extremely hard as before.

Forging cannot be achieved overnight.

It requires a sword body to keep going in and out of the sword furnace and undergo pressure, grinding and scorching.

The sword furnace kept swallowing the body of the long sword, trying to awaken the power contained in the sword body.

Once this force bursts out, it will inevitably cause the heaven and earth to tremble.

Half an hour later, the sword body finally couldn't bear the hot sword furnace air as hot as the furnace of heaven and earth. Its own power burst out, and the sword light was like a white rainbow.

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The sky was shocked and awakened by the sword energy.

This magic weapon, hidden in Zhao Wujiang's body, was united into one with Zhao Wujiang's spine, and grew up together for many years, finally woke up at this moment.

Zhao Wujiang let out a long roar, feeling his spine wandering like a dragon, crackling.

He thought, and gently held the white, soft and warm fragrance in his left hand.

No, he let go of his hand and held his left hand again.

There seemed to be a cyclone condensing in his hand, and the invisible wind blew in his palm, and the wind shovel turned into an indigo long sword in one breath.

The sword body is like a mirror, three feet long and two fingers wide, and there are not many peculiarities.

But when Zhao Wujiang held it tightly, he felt the invisible spiritual energy in the world constantly gathering towards this three-foot green edge.

With a sword in his hand, he even felt like he could cut open everything in the world.

Zhao Wujiang exhaled a long breath of turbid air and absorbed Gu Nanyuan's vast sword energy. His cultivation level also broke through and reached the level of a second-grade master.

With my current cultivation level, I wonder if I can fight Xuanyuan Yuheng? His eyes flashed, and he held it again with his left hand. The three-foot green edge turned into a wind catkin and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Gu Nanyuan did not have a slight slightest breath, but her cheeks became more and more rosy, as if she was nourished. She stared at Zhao Wujiang with affection and said as if she was shy and timid:

"I haven't damaged my energy at all..."

Her legs were intertwined, and she tightly hooked Zhao Wujiang's waist, blushed and didn't say the following, but the meaning was self-evident.

Zhao Wujiang pinched her perky nose and said softly: "Tell me, my hero, what do you want me to do?"

Gu Nanyuan's beautiful eyes are full of spring water, slightly over her red cheeks, her voice is muffled, and her thin mosquitoes and flies:
Chapter completed!