Chapter 3456 The magic weapon was stolen! The village owner died violently!
Wanjian Villa, standing on the northern suburbs of Guyang City, built on the mountain, instead of a villa, is comparable to a male city.
Since the establishment of Wanjian Villa, since its establishment, there have been tens of thousands of years in history, the depth of the foundation, and far from ordinary forces. It can be compared.
Coupled with the level of forging of Wanjian Villa, it is preferred to the Eight Wildsters of the Immortal Domain. Therefore, for millions of years, whether it is reputation, status, or wealth, Wanjian Villa has been steadily improved.
What is missing is nothing but a strong person at the Xiandi level, otherwise, it will have been able to open up and become a hegemon.
Rao is so. Looking from the mountains, seeing the towering mountain villa is enough to make people admire.
Because the sword -viewing conference is about to be held, the mountain road up the mountain is already a car, and there are endless streams of pedestrians.
Those who received the invitation, naturally they entered the villa and lived in the villa. If they did not receive the invitation, they also wanted to touch the luck. Maybe they could also satisfy their qualifications.
Among them, Lingfeng and his party.
Although Ling Feng has no status for the time being at all, Xiao Xianzheng has it!
The granddaughter who attracted Xianzun, the name was enough to say that it was enough to bluff people.
With the flow of people, the three seemed to be due to respect for the Wanjian Villa. After entering the mountain road, no one was flying in the air, but she was honest along the mountain road.
After more than an hour of climbing, I finally saw the towering mountain gate of Wanjian Mountain Villa.
I saw a gate of more than three feet in front of it, the word "Wanjian Villa", and a strange golden sword pattern with a strange shape. It is extraordinary.
Many disciples of Wanjian Villa and guests who come to visit in front of the door have gathered in front of the visit. After registering information, they can enter the villa directly without invitation.
Either the origin of the origin.
Of course, there is also the simplest and most effective way.
Pack up.
A place, one million fairy stone!
"Ding Ling Ling Bing ~"
The crisp and pleasant ringtone suddenly sounded in her ears. Ling Feng couldn't help but look at it, but found that a girl with a Guqin and a light yarn was registered in front of him.
It's her!
Ling Feng blinked, the barefoot girl who met at the gate of the city.
Although I walked on the road with my feet, her feet were still white as jade, and even a slight fluorescence exuding.
It was the woman from Cihang Jingzhai.
However, according to Cheng Tianyi, the female disciples of Cihang Jingzhai are all monks.
The barefoot girl should go down the mountain.
"It's a pity!"
Cheng Tianzheng shook his head and sighed. Such a beauty was a monk.
"Well, stinky man!"
Xiao Xianzheng glanced at him fiercely, Cheng Tianxuan shrank his neck, so he stopped saying more.
Nympho
"It turned out to be the girl Yu Shi of Cihang Jingzhai, please come in."
Standing in front of the mountain gate is responsible for inspection and posting, there are two disciples who look quite young, one man and a woman, the youthful spirit of the man, the woman is lively, and the two stand side by side. From some intimate small actions, obviously
It is the relationship between the bamboo horse.
"Thank you."
Yu Shiwei hugged Guqin, and rose towards those two disciples, and then opened barefoot.
The graceful posture, Xianxian's dusty temperament, made the male disciple a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but look back.
"hiss!"
At this moment, there was a pain in the soft meat on the waist. The male disciple grinned for a while and looked down. It turned out to be the sister around him.
"Huh, soul is flying?"
Shen Xiangxiang glanced at Zong Huaiyue in an angrily, drumming.
It turned out that the two were disciples of the younger generation of Wanjian Villa. The man was named Zong Huaiyue. He was the same surname as the owner Zong Lian.
The girl named Shen Xiangxiang, who is a cousin of Zong Huaiyue, because her parents were killed early, and she was in Wanjian Villa since she was a child.
"Where ... how can there be?"
Zong Huaiyue coughed a little bit, but the old face was slightly red, and it looked a little guilty.
"Hey, the heart of beauty, everyone has it, the little brother, you can understand!"
At this moment, a middle -aged man who looked a little embarrassed came up, open his mind, revealing a glorious belly, and a squeezing look. At first glance, he didn't look like a serious person.
"How is it?"
Zong Huaiyue took a deep breath and his complexion was positive, restored the state of work.
"Hey, there are talented people in the Jiangshan generation, new generations of newcomers change old people, young juniors, no longer know us, these old things!"
Middle -aged middle age, grinned, revealed yellow teeth, and reached out for a while in the open placket, so that the worship was still on the table.
Shen Xiangxiang's face was disgusted, and he almost couldn't help but want to pinch his nose. Zong Huaiyue smiled bitterly, and could only pick up the post and open it.
"You ... are you the master of the Tibetan sword?"
"Hey, how can I go in?"
Tibetan sword patted his belly and smiled.
"When ... of course ..."
Zong Huaiyue carefully returned the worship, and respectfully welcomed the Master of the Tibetan sword in the villa.
"It's really impossible, he is actually the master of the Tibetan sword?"
Shen Xiangxiang vomited his tongue, and couldn't help whispering, "I heard that the Master of the Tibetan sword was a rare beautiful man, why is this look now?"
"Who knows?"
Zong Huaiyue shrugged, without saying a lot, but continued to smile, receiving guests.
After a while, I saw a teenager with a half iron mask and strode forward. Zong Huaiyue and Shen Xiangxiang saw the people who came and quickly stepped forward.
"Brother!"
Zong Huaiyue took a ritual of the iron -faced teenager, and Shen Xiangxiang pulled the iron -faced boy's wrist very intimately.
You! "
Although the iron noodle teenager is only with the half -sided iron mask, the whole face is indifferent to the iron surface. Even in the face of the salute of the brothers and sisters, I just nodded a little.
However, Zong Huaiyue and Shen Xiangxiang have long been used to it, because their elder brother Ao Qianchuan, will not cry, will not laugh, and there is no expression.
Ao Qianchuan also grew up with Zong Huaiyue and Shen Xiangxiang. It was an orphan. He raised his parents as the ordinary casting swordsman of the Wanjian Villa.
Become the best casting swordsman among the younger generation of Wanjian Villa.
"I went in first, left home halfway, and went home to see my father and mother first." Ao Qianchuan said faintly, but just looked at Shen Xiangxiang with his eyes, showing a shallow gentleness.
"Well, I will work with other younger brothers in a while, let's find you again!"
Shen Xiangxiang said that she released the arm of the master, but she naturally held Zong Huaiyue's hand very naturally.
Ao Qianchuan nodded very calmly and turned into the villa.
Time passed a little bit. During the period, a group of guests passed and entered the villa. There were also many people who could only go back to the house.
At this time, a man and a woman came to Zong Huaiyue. It is worth mentioning that the young girl, the long silver hair, was quite noticeable.
"Two, can you have a post?"
Zong Huaiyue looked at the two in front of him and asked regularly.
"No."
The silver -haired girl was Mo Yurou. She frowned and pushed Zhou Yan beside her.
Zhou Yan swallowed his mouth, and could only say: "I am ... I am a sword sword!"
Zong Huaiyue looked at Zhou Yan, and said lightly: "Then, there is a senior casting sword token issued by the Swordsman Union?"
"this……"
Zhou Yan was in trouble, but he didn't.
"We just disdain to judge, can we?"
Mo Yurou frowned, "In short, he is the sword -casting master, the genuine is real!"
"Sorry, if there is no token of a senior sword castingist, there may be no way ..."
Zong Huaiyue shook his head. Although there were some truly powerful forged artists, he was disdainful to accept the judgment of the Swordsman Trade Union, but he was young and mixed with kids like Zhou Yan.
The level of casting the sword is probably far from the disciple of the Wanjian Villa.
"Huh, I ... I am still a disciple of the inner door!"
Mo Yurou gritted his teeth and took out his identity token.
"It turned out to be a disciple of heaven, disrespect and disrespect."
Zong Huaiyue was giving a gift in Mo Yurou, and Mo Yurou was proud, and was about to enter the villa, but was stopped again.
It is Liuyu Jiuyao, or the biography of Xianzun, then it is different. "
"you……"
Mo Yu was so angry that he was widely staring, "I ... although I am not one of the six royal and nine Yao, but I am ... I am the sister of Yufeng Xianjun!"
"If Yufeng Xianjun is here, and you have to take the girl in, it is okay, but ..."
"hateful!"
Mo Yu's teeth are itchy. This stinky boy is just deliberately making it difficult for himself!
At this moment, it came from a yin and yang strange voice, "Yo, what's wrong? This is not a white hairy monster, people will not let in! Oh ..."
But Xiao Xianyu covered her mouth, and a strange laughed.
She and Ling Feng lined up behind, but suddenly saw that Mo Yurou, an old acquaintance, naturally would not let go of her good opportunity.
"you!"
Mo Yurou squeezed his fist, but he had nothing to say.
Xiao Xianzheng grinned, and Chao Lingfeng and Cheng Tianxuan looked at it.
Speaking, Xiao Xianzheng directly found a seal of the seal that belonged to the Xianzun, and said with a smile: "This little brother, do you see if we can go in now?"
"Send the Xianzun Yinjian?"
Zong Huaiyue's eyelids jumped, and he nodded quickly, "It turned out to be sent by the attractive immortal, everyone, please come in!"
As soon as the name of the Xianzun Zun came out, it was not said that he was a little disciple. If he came to Xianzun, he would like to come up with the owner himself.
"Um!"
Xiao Xianzheng nodded with satisfaction, and looked back at Xiao Xianzheng very provocatively, "White hairy monsters, remember you owe me alone!"
After speaking, I walked into the villa.
Mo Yu's teeth were itchy, looking at Xiao Xian's back, humming, still taking a step, and followed.
If you do n’t eat your eyes, you will lose your eyes, first mix it!