After being bullied by her master and destroying her ancestors, she was reborn and the supporting female master was ruined. Chapter 81 The child was scared silly
In the sword tomb, the master and disciple Yue Jiaojiao and Luo Cangqiong formed a sharp contrast.
There are spiritual swords all around, and even if you can't get in, you still have to hover outside.
One is that there is not a single spiritual sword around, let alone a spiritual sword, not even a hair on it.
Yue Jiaojiao covered her heart with both hands, feeling as if she had been severely hit.
"Female robber, I have decided, how about I choose this sword?"
What Luo Cangqiong is holding in his hand is the Qinghan Sword that slashed the most fiercely with the Yue Jiao Jiao Protector before. Because it is also the oldest one in the sword tomb, even if other spirit swords are unwilling, they can
Don't dare to resist at all.
Yue Jiaojiao said nothing, but turned to look at Luo Cangqiong, blinked, and twitched the corners of his mouth:
"Okay, it's up to you."
Luo Cangqiong shivered uncontrollably, feeling that the atmosphere around Yue Jiao Jiao was gloomy, and his face was filled with resentment.
What happened to the female robber?
Luo Cangqiong, who had been dealing with the spirit swords just now, didn't pay attention to what was happening on Yue Jiaojiao's side. Only now did he realize that the surroundings of Yue Jiaojiao were empty. There was nothing except her. She had the illusion of... being isolated by the spirit swords.<
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At this time, Yue Jiaojiao was also looking at the spirit swords beside Luo Cangqiong, feeling jealous for the first time in her heart.
Since I started practicing cultivation, I have always had smooth sailing. When did I experience this kind of neglect?
Okay, you all like my little apprentice, right? Then I will use my apprentice to treat you!
Yue Jiaojiao felt furious in her heart, and the master raised his finger to point behind Luo Cangqiong, the spiritual sword he had chosen in the first place:
"Good disciple, I want that spiritual sword to be a weapon, please let it come."
Luo Cangqiong looked at Yue Jiaojiao's resentful expression and swallowed. At this time, he had no idea of going against her and nodded obediently:
"Okay."
Turning to look at the spiritual sword behind him, Luo Cangqiong spoke,
"That's my...master. He's very powerful, and he's...very nice. You're right to follow her."
It’s just hard to praise the female robber.
Yue Jiaojiao thought that these spirit swords liked their apprentices so much that they would be obedient after hearing Luo Cangqiong's words.
Who would have thought that instead of flying towards him, the sword would actually step back a few points and shake the sword from side to side, obviously rejecting it!
Yue Jiaojiao: What is it about me that makes you hate me? If you tell me, can’t I change it???
Feeling the aura of resentment around Yue Jiaojiao getting stronger and stronger, Luo Cangqiong was almost frightened to tears. No matter how much he talked back, he was still a child.
And it’s even scarier when someone who usually laughs and laughs suddenly changes his face, okay?
"Female...Master, it, it doesn't want to, there's nothing I can do about it..."
Luo Cangqiong held back his mouth and looked at the bright moon carefully. At this time, even the female robber did not dare to scream.
Luo Cangqiong had a feeling at this time that he might not be able to die if he went crazy as a cultivator, or he might not be able to die if he was struck by lightning during a tribulation, but if he pissed off his master, he might actually die...
Tremblingly, he handed the Qinghan Sword in his hand towards the bright moon, and Luo Datun transformed into Luo Fengmei,
"Maybe Master, you are too powerful and they feel they are not worthy of you? How about you try this?"
Yue Jiaojiao was amused by Luo Cangqiong's words and felt a little happier. Her resentment finally dissipated a bit, and she reached out to take the Qinghan Sword handed over by Luo Cangqiong.
Then...
Qinghan Sword also ran away...
Luo Cangqiong looked at the Qinghan Sword that flew back into his hand, looked at Yue Jiaojiao, who was about to cry but had no tears, and explained hurriedly: