Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4847: Dinner

After sitting in the hall, following the words of Jian Wushuang, Wei Liujia quickly realized that he had taken care of himself. He should remove the injuries in the fairy body in the shortest possible time to avoid leaving cracks.

However, Zhao Ting looked quite uncomfortable and looked awkward.

Looking at her uncomfortableness, Jian Wushuang quickly said, "If you are not accustomed to staying here, you can leave at any time, I will not block it."

Zhao Ting heard the words and shook his head. "I don't mean that. Now I have nowhere to go. If it wasn't you who helped me to save me, I'm afraid I'm dead now, just..."

"Are you worried that Xiaodijun will discover your identity?" Jian Wushuang asked.

She nodded, "A few years ago, as a heavenly official, I once went to heaven with the son to go to the feast, and met with all the emperors. Now I want to come. Recognize me."

"It's a bit troublesome, I'm afraid you can only continue to transform and change your face."

She sighed slightly, "This can only be done."

Just while they were talking, three streamers traversed the clouds and rushed into the silent hall instantly.

The leading Yan Xian, with a sturdy body, resembles a towering divine peak, with a tough face dancing at the moment.

"Brother Sword, I didn't think you would come back so soon, it seems that you haven't even been in ten years!"

The next two figures, one with a refined appearance and a gentle and gentle face.

Although the other figure is quite handsome and elegant, the decayed posture is extremely mixed.

Three figures, three Yanxian.

At the same time, they arched their hands, their eyes showing excitement, "Brother Sword, Brother Sword, Brother Sword."

Jian Wushuang also left the seat long ago, and smiled, "I want to congratulate you too, and each has changed a lot."

The three of them looked at each other and then laughed.

Chen Qingmei flirted and said, "You don't know, Sword Brother, he two take Danwan as a jelly bean all day long, and it is a strange thing not to break through to Yanxian."

"Brother Chen, you're so embarrassed to say, who nearly choked over 60 bite pills at once?" Chunqiu quipped.

Cui Jing also received the speech at the right time, "If Brother Chun and I helped me, I am afraid you will be successful?"

Chen Qing's face turned red, "Hugh wants to fart, I was just in a hurry to control the quality..."

The original quiet hall, with these three living treasures, is now more lively.

After waiting for a while to laugh at each other, Chen Qingcai first noticed that in addition to Di Qing, there were two figures sitting in the hall.

"These two are?" Chen Qing asked.

Jian Wushuangdao said, "They were brought back from Damitian and lived in this little lonely place for the time being."

Getting up from the Wu sit, Wei Liujia hurriedly arched his hands, "In the next is the Yisan Jiesan, the name is Wei Liujia."

Zhao Ting did not speak, but just sat at his place and nodded.

Chen Qing, Chunqiu, and Cui Jing all converged and smiled. They naturally heard that Da Mi Tian was the site of the son's correction.

Later, when Chen Qing was preparing to pull Jian Wushuang to remind him, a Yan Xian came out of the air and entered the palace.

"Master Sword, Little Emperor, please invite you and the other six subjects to a feast today to catch the wind and dust for you. Please take a break and go to Dagutian."

After speaking, Na Yanxian retired on his own.

Jian Wushuang's brows were slightly frowned. Apparently, after he entered these six days, Xiaodijun already knew it, and even he brought a few people back.

"Be prepared, let's go to the banquet together after a short break."

"Can I not go?" Zhao Ting asked.

"If you don’t want to cause doubt, it’s best to go with you."

......

Along with the ascending fairy cloud rising, headed by Jian Wushuang, a total of seven figures came to the big lonely heaven, the little emperor's heavenly palace.

"Master Sword, Little Emperor has been waiting for a long time." From the side of the hall, the thin purple robe Yanxian said calmly.

Jian Wushuang nodded and entered the hall first.

"Brother Jian, I haven't seen you for a long time," the little emperor in a luxurious suit greeted him with a light smile, "please sit down at will."

The Tiangong Temple is very large, and every Yanxian who arrives at the scene has his own thoughts.

Diqing doesn’t have a cold for Xiaodijun. He sits quietly beside Jianwushuang and closes his eyes to refresh himself.

Although Spring and Autumn looks calm, the hatred deep in her eyes is strong.

Cui Jing converged with a mixed breath and looked nervous.

Wei Liujia was also quite nervous and turned his head sideways, intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhao Ting, who has turned his face into a face, is quite calm, and seems to be a real guest.

Chen Qing is still careless, "Little Emperor, we haven’t seen it in a few days, and we will not be drunk today."

The little emperor sitting on the head smiled, "Well, it happened that Brother Jian also returned from Dayitian, and today we will not be drunk."

The atmosphere has eased, and the plan has been staggered.

"By Sword Sword, you returned from Dami Tian, ​​did you find that thing?"

With the wine glass, Xiaodijun came to Jianwushuang and sat down to ask.

He shook his head, "I haven't found it, I'm afraid it will be hard to find in the future."

"This kind of thing is in a hurry, maybe you will be able to come to you soon, maybe." Xiao Dijun said, drinking all the wine from the glass, "Let me talk about what happened to Damitian Now."

Jian Wushuang looked at him and informed him of everything that happened to Da Mi Tian.

When I heard that Da Mitian was almost destroyed, almost all the forces of the younger son's correction were destroyed. There was a look of joy in the eyes of the little emperor, but it quickly passed away.

"This is indeed good news for me. Thank you Jianxiong for telling me." He laughed. "We drink together with this glass of wine."

After drinking the glass of wine again, the little emperor got up, waved his palm, and a real sword fell into his hands.

"Brother Sword, your swordsmanship is about to be perfected, even if it is only one line away from the sword immortal, how about let's talk about it today?"

He said, then he threw the real sword in his hand to Jian Wushuang.

"Really?"

"Of course, but I still have to ask Brother Jin to show mercy."

After a simple conversation, Jian Jian has no hands to hold the real sword, and is opposed to the little emperor.

The atmosphere in the palace of the entire Tiangong Temple is steep and self-condensed, full of cold sword spirit.

"Brother Chen, you have been following that little emperor for the longest time. Guess who will win?" Cui Jing looked at Chen Qing beside him and whispered.

"It's needless to say? The sharp-eyed people saw that the sword brothers won," Chen Qing glanced at him. "You know, when we first met with the sword brothers, when we discussed kendo, I only walked in his hands. Three swords."

"I'm going, Brother Sword is so powerful?!"

"Of course, you learn a little bit, maybe it will be good for you."