Jiang Caiping was stunned when she saw Jiang Chao's sword: "What kind of sword is this? Why is it so dark?"
Passing the sword to Jiang Caiping: "This sword is a black sword, and it is a pair with my serrated gold sword."
Jiang Caiping was startled when she saw the serrated golden sword: "Brother Tang, your sword is so special. Why is the tip of the sword asymmetrical? Is it long on one side and narrow on the other?"
Jiang Chao flicked his wrist, and several rays of cold light flashed out.
Jiang Chao just used a sword move and a sword technique.
"How can this sword be used as both a sword and a knife?"
Jiang Chao nodded: "This is a double blade of Yin and Yang. It was originally a special weapon created by the martial arts seniors who created the Yin and Yang reverse sword techniques. This serrated golden knife of mine can also be used as a sword."
Jiang Caiping didn't believe it, so Jiang Chao moved with both hands, using sword and knife skills alternately.
Jiang Caiping was dazzled by what she saw.
Jiang Chao sheathed his sword, and Jiang Caiping couldn't help but clap her hands and cheer: "That's amazing!"
Having diverted Jiang Caiping's attention, Jiang Chao took back his weapon with satisfaction.
Zhao Han kept drooling when he saw Jiang Chao's knife.
The serrated golden knife is indeed a good thing, but he does not have such a good thing.
Jiang Chao looked at Zhao Han, thinking that he still needed support from the Zhao family.
In addition, Jiang Caiping said that the situation has changed, and protecting Yue'er really requires a lot of effort from the Zhao family.
So Jiang Chao directly threw the serrated golden sword to Zhao Han: "Take it, my black sword can also be used as a knife."
Zhao Han was stunned and waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, no, how can I steal your knife?"
Jiang Chao still pushed the knife to Zhao Han. He looked at Zhao Han and said: "You call me big brother because of your mother-in-law, and I may not care about you? Besides, you don't want Huo Ning'er to look at you differently? Blood Knife Sword Technique
Coupled with the escort of the serrated golden knife, if you feel you owe me something, you can establish your status in the Zhao family. This way I can live with peace of mind."
When Zhao Han heard what Jiang Chao said, he felt it was very reasonable.
So he took the serrated gold knife with both hands.
This made Jiang Caiping dumbfounded. She asked in astonishment: "Isn't this golden sword of great origin? Are you just giving it away like this?"
The corner of Jiang Chao's mouth raised: "What's wrong with giving a sword to a hero? Besides, Zhao Han calls me eldest brother, shouldn't I take care of him?"
Zhao Han held the golden sword and couldn't put it down. He nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, the eldest brother is just like my own brother!"
Jiang Chao took back the black sword readily, and Jiang Caiping became more and more interested in Jiang Chao.
She thought to herself: "Uncle Ning really has a good eye. This Jiang Chao is really outstanding. Not only his strength, but his character and resourcefulness are also considered to be rare geniuses!"
"I want to see his strength again. If it is confirmed, I will have no choice but to feel sorry for Uncle Ning! The Jiang family cannot be an enemy of such an outstanding person!"
Jiang Caiping secretly made up her mind to take another look at Jiang Chao's character. If he was a good character, she would win over Jiang Chao at all costs!
Jiang Yue noticed that the way Jiang Caiping looked at Jiang Chao was not right. A woman's intuition told her that it was a look of appreciation.
And such eyes are often accompanied by admiration, which suddenly overturned Jiang Yue's jealousy.
She took Jiang Chao's arm: "Brother! Let's hurry up! There are still many things to do!"
Jiang Chao nodded and said as he walked: "Be careful for a while. The terrain here is complicated. I heard that there will be cold poisonous mist. I will walk at the front to help you get rid of the poisonous mist. You must be careful. Light torches along the way.
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Jiang Caiping was puzzled: "Why are you lighting a torch in broad daylight?"
Jiang Chao sighed: "If you don't want to get cold poison, then you just listen to me. As for cold poison, I am absolutely sure to keep you safe."
Jiang Caiping was just curious and had no intention of going against Jiang Chao.
She immediately ordered everyone to light torches.
Speaking of which, Jiang Caiping looks small but has a thoughtful mind.
Quite different from what it looks like on the outside.
Jiang Chao also has some new views on the ninth lady of the Jiang family. She is by no means the eldest lady in the traditional sense.
Even if this woman does not have the support of the Jiang family, she is definitely not an ordinary character.
She uses a loli appearance to cover up her hidden maturity in a deceptive way.
Just when everyone was looking for things to make torches to light, another group of people came from behind.
Jiang Chao saw that the leader was none other than Huo Ning'er.
Jiang Chao pushed Zhao Han: "Xiao Han, Huo Ning'er is here."
Zhao Han was stunned and raised his head just in time to see Huo Ning'er.
At this time, Huo Ning'er and the others were all carrying torches. Chen Chu saw everyone making torches. He touched his chin and looked at everyone: "Not bad, I know how to light torches to remove the fog!"
Cen Xianheng sneered: "Hmph, I think I came up with it after seeing our torches on the mountain."
Jiang Chao said nothing. Zhao Han looked at Huo Ning'er: "Ning'er, why are you here?"
Lin Feng and Han Ying of the Han family told you about your affairs, Zhao Han, you really disappoint me. You are such an adult, and you still have to be petty?
Huo Ning'er said that Zhao Han gave Han Ying and Lin Feng a sharp look.
Then he said: "We are just doing what we should do and don't want to disturb you."
Chen Chu said disgustedly: "You have disturbed us, Mr. Zhao, can you be down-to-earth? After all, you are also the young master of the Zhao family! Look at you now, not to mention impetuous, and you also make friends with some unscrupulous people.
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Before Chen Chu finished speaking, Zhao Han pulled out a golden knife and put it against Chen Chu's throat: "Try saying one more thing about my eldest brother? Do you believe that I will kill you?!"
Zhao Han's move shocked everyone. It was not surprising that Zhao Han drew his sword, but the speed of Zhao Han's sword draw could still touch Chen Chu's neck.
This is surprising!
Chen Chu is the seventh grade!
Zhao Han is a waste in their eyes!
But Chen Chu didn't even see clearly what happened just now.
If this was a real life-and-death showdown, Chen Chu would be a dead man now!
Seeing Zhao Han draw his sword, Huo Ning'er became nervous: "Zhao Han! What are you going to do! Put the sword down immediately!"
Zhao Han glanced at Huo Ning'er, raised his head and said coldly: "Ning'er, I, Zhao Han, suffered a little loss and humiliation, so I just smiled and got over it."
"But no one can slander my eldest brother and say that he is neither good nor bad? Chen Chu, if you dare to say that again, I will chop off your head!"
Chen Chu not only did not panic, but also arrogantly taunted: "Then you try to chop me off? Zhao Han, who do you think you are? If you dare to chop me, will the Zhao family protect a waste like you?"
Zhao Han was trembling with anger. It is true that the support of the branch family to the prefect's mansion is unprecedented.
As for his status in the family, if he didn't have his own father, he would be nothing.
A feeling of inferiority arose from the bottom of his heart. Jiang Chao had just thought of protecting Zhao Han when Jiang Caiping spoke first: "If the Zhao family doesn't protect me, I, the Jiang family, will protect me. If you are not convinced, can the prefect's office try to trouble our Jiang family? No matter what.
Let every one of you in the Prefecture die!"
Jiang Caiping said a word, and the Jiang family guards showed their weapons.
One of them stood in front of Jiang Caiping: "Miss Jiu, let's see who among them dares to touch a hair of yours!"
Chen Chu looked at this man. His skills were unfathomable. He could only feel the hair on his body standing: "Fifth... fifth-grade warrior?!"