"Um."

Lin Huiyin nodded, she took a deep breath and said to Chen Qiu:

"Your martial arts are above me, so you don't have to be humble. If you really want to talk about it, you are afraid that you are already at the top of the earth. How long has it been? You have reached this level. Chen Qiu, is it that you are a martial arts genius in thousands?"

"Just think it's right."

Chen Qiu laughed and hooked it casually, and the sword that was thrown to the ground was caught in his hand again.

He posed in the sword pose again and said to Lin Huiyin:

"You have superb sword skills, but you have too little fighting experience. You are all practicing hard in the sect, and you can't fight back between sword skills and moves. This is not possible. Before the war begins, I want you to have enough experience in fighting the enemy.

If Ms. Lin, if she calms down, start today's practice.

First use a sword, then fist and palm, and finally a knife technique.

And this one!"

Chen Qiu untied a bell from his wrist and threw it to Lin Huiyin, saying:

"Hang it on your wrist, practice every day from now on. When will the sword swing silently, and when will the sword technique be truly perfect."

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if all the boredom in their hearts disappeared.

Two hours later, Lin Huiyin took a sword and dragged her heavy body back to the camp. Chen Qiu was really unreserved in this exercise today, although there was Xue Ji's heart method to nourish the body and muscles.

But mental fatigue cannot be wiped away.

But that's fine.

If you make yourself so tired, you don’t have time to think about it.

"Master, I'm back."

Lin Huiyin pushed open the door, but saw the master standing up in panic. On the chair beside her, the Ziwei Taoist was leaning there, looking unconscious.

"Ah, there are guests."

Lin Huiyin blinked and then stepped out again. She said to her embarrassing master:

"I'll go to Junior Sister Shuiyun to rest, Master, please do it first."

On the other side, above the hill.

Chen Qiu moved his body and finished a set of Liangyi boxing in the wind with mist. He was very serious and his movements were slow and precise. Xueji's true energy and Shuoxue's cold energy changed and tangled, causing the airflow around him to grow.

It's like flying in the smoke, the clothes are quite magical.

"Demon Lord, how long will it take to hide?"

After Chen Qiu finished his last punch, he closed his fist path and shouted to the top of the hill. The next moment, a black shadow came from above, with the sound of the whistling wind, Chen Qiu exhaled and opened his breath, and the Liangyi Divine Fist was used and a punch was punched upwards.

Xue Ji and Shuo Xue burst out at the same time, supplemented by the explosion of three-point self-sacrifice, and even made an empty explosion sound, facing the person coming from above. The explosion of the true energy was like a shock wave sweeping across the hills.

The dust is flying and the weeds are dancing.

There were two footprints several feet deep on the boulder under Chen Qiu's feet. In front of him, the person who was defeated turned around for a while, fell to the ground, and then took a few steps back before he could barely stand firm.

"Click"

The sound of the machine spring, wearing a parrot green robe, carrying a Tianlang stick, and wearing a small braid, Ai Dacha poked his head out from the rock above the hill, and he grabbed a bunch of grapes in his hand, as if watching the fun.

This guy really likes to eat fruits and vegetables.

"Oh, I haven't seen you for a few months. You've been reborn."

Ai Dachai squeezed his eyes, laughed, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the rock on the hill, and he said to Chen Qiu:

"It's really good that I can block the attack of 70% of the Heavenly Secret Martial Guards!"

Chen Qiu ignored Ai Dacha's crazy words and looked at the "Tianji Wuwei" in front of him.

He was wearing a white moon robe, with a common beard, and had a light look. He had a strange moon halo mask on his face. He could see a pair of godless eyes in the mask.

Behind the man, he was carrying a long Japanese sword.

Ai Dachao jumped up, like stepping on a staircase in the air, landing next to Shen Qiu casually. His left arm of the mechanism was very smooth, and there was no obscure feeling during movement, just like a real arm.

"How is it? Not bad?"

Qingyang Demon Lord smiled and reached out to pat Shen Qiu's shoulder, as if showing his proud work, pointing to the instrument in front of him and saying:

"This guy is the most proud work of this Demon Lord in the past ten years.

He said that his name is Yuejun, so I also called him Yuejun. He also got the best big black sky evil Gu from his elder sister, which could make him really in a half-life and half-death state.

In front of him is a half-step Tianlist, and his strength has not decreased at all after his death.

The body has been added with an improved mechanism, and it is covered with copper and iron bones, and can also operate true energy. It can be moved by itself or controlled by me. It is much better than Xiuhe's inferior product."

"Yeah, awesome."

Chen Qiu walked forward and touched Yue Jun's body. Like Xiuhe, most of his body was replaced and modified, and a clockwork spring was added to make the output stronger.

It is indeed much better than the previous semi-finished products.

"It's just that I thought the Demon Lord wouldn't come."

Chen Qiu looked at Ai Dachai and said:

"I just gave that letter casually, but since the Demon Lord has come, why don't he beside Jiang, but instead run to our righteous people?"

"Go, I'm not happy to see those sarcastic guys."

Ai Dacha bit his grapes and said while eating:

"After Brother Zhang left, I had no relationship with them.

It was your letter from Chen Qiu who wrote to me, saying that there was a bargain to pick up, but I had only come from all the way and asked those people in the Demon Sect to complain. I was too lazy to take a look at them.

Also, Chen Qiu has always been free and free, and he will do whatever he wants. When will he become a righteous person again?

Just the person who was like a ghost when you killed someone, do you still have the face to call yourself a decent person? You really want to laugh at me."

“Yes, there are cheap, there are big cheap.”

Chen Qiu ignored Ai Dacha's ridicule.

What's so annoying to be with a psychopath?

He and Ai Dachai stood on the edge of the hill, looked at the island in the middle of the lake and the Northern Dynasty camp on the other side, and whispered:

"There are three of the righteous heavenly lists, and there are probably the same number on the opposite side. There are seven or eight in the half-step heavenly list. There are also a small shrimp like me, with more than 100,000 people fighting on both sides.

As long as the Demon Lord is more diligent, wouldn’t he have a great advantage?”

"Haha, don't even want to trick me into helping you."

Ai Dacha hugged his arms, sneered, and said:

"I will not help each other. If anyone dies, I will go and get a bargain."

"It's okay for you."

Chen Qiu laughed and said:

"I invited the Demon Lord to come, just muddy the water a little, and didn't mean to use you. You are so smart, who can use you? Are you saying what I said right?"

"Hehe, you really have some insight into your slap in the street. This Demon Lord likes an honest guy like you!"

Ai Dacha patted Shen Qiu's shoulder hard. He grabbed his beard and said with great confidence:

"We need to catch a few more this time, make good puppets, and hit Mocheng another day, and put that in the city."

Halfway through, Ai Dacha's eyes suddenly turned to his left arm.

A complex light flashed in his eyes, as if he had lost interest in speaking suddenly, so he snorted coldly, without saying a word, and he led Yuejun to disappear outside the hill.

"Neuropathy."

Chen Qiu watched Ai Dacha leave, shook his head and complained, and then turned his eyes again to the distant north bank, in the shadows of the Northern Dynasty camp.
Chapter completed!