Chapter 570

"May I ask your majesty, which is the most important thing between the demon family and the Dragon Palace?"

The boa constrictor demon named dragon Dagen said in a deep voice.

When he finished, the brow of Longya was wrinkled.

Maybe it's because the other party is one of his top ten demon generals and has a lot of value. Otherwise, he's going to fall on his head.

"What do you mean...?"

The opening of Longya is as heavy as a mountain, and the Longwei has been pressed on the whole hall.

All the demon families below Yuanying territory were oppressed on the ground by the dragon and could not rise again. The blood had overflowed at the corners of their mouths.

Friars, let alone ordinary mortals.

Thousands of mortal beauties in the palace fell to the ground and lost their will.

......

The demon family is in the world. Outside the miaoshui palace, which is hundreds of miles away from the demon country, an old man rode a big black-and-white dog to the Mountain Gate of the miaoshui palace.

Raised his head and looked at a mountain gate. The old man touched his beard and said, "here it is."

Beside the old man, a 16-year-old boy raised his long sword. The long sword was dark and black.

Sword name "night"

The sword matches the boy very well.

When the young man named Sha wanted to cut off with a sword, someone reached out and gently held his wrist: "don't worry, maybe there's your junior sister in it."

The old man walked into the miaoshui palace. The Dharma array in the miaoshui palace was triggered. Before two cups of tea, dozens of disciples of the miaoshui palace stood in front of the old man and the young man.

"Little dolls, can you tell my old bone that an old man wants to see Murong's little sister? This old man knows her master."

The old man and benevolence are like ordinary farmers in rural areas, kind and close to people.

Hearing that the uncle was looking for Miss Murong in the palace, the disciples of miaoshui palace looked at each other, and then a woman came forward and asked the old man to wait a moment.

The old man just smiled and nodded, indicating that he would not walk around.

After Banzhu incense, Murong Qin came with his sword, followed by Xia Ju, the leader of miaoshui palace.

"Is Grandpa?"

When the sword fell to the ground, Murong Qin saluted the younger generation.

Xia Ju looked at the old man, the young man and the mount under the old man.

Unconsciously, an image slowly emerged in Xia Ju's mind.

But she couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that the legendary old man would come to such a small Miao water palace.

But

Recently, Xia Ju also heard that the old man on the moon went out of the mountain to guide his disciples, and Murong Qin is a genius

Do you?

"Well, good."

Looking at murongqin from bottom to top, the old man smiled kindly and nodded.

In the eyes of the old man, there was no "color" in his eyes. Instead, he seemed to be seriously looking at a younger generation.

Murongqin also found that he didn't hate the grandpa looking at him, because it seemed that he was really like his elders, caring about himself kindly.

"The heart of the sword is clear, bright and clean. It's a good seedling. Jiang Lin's luck is really good. He picked it up."

The old man touched the goatee and said to himself.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to say, old man. My name is old man Yue. I know your master, but I can't be regarded as a friend.

I'm here to ask the little girl what you think. "

Hearing the three words of the old man on the moon, even if he guessed the identity of the old man, Xia Ju was still very shocked.

It's called "a little skill"?

In the demon family world, which big demon can be on an equal footing with this living fossil elder in ancient times?

"Grandpa Yue asked me what I thought?"

Compared with summer orange, murongqin is much more calm about the old man on the moon, even no different from other ordinary old people.

After all, murongqin entered the practice only for more than one year, less than two years. In addition, he either closed the door to practice his sword or went to the library of the demon capital to learn from the classics of hundreds of schools for his own use. He really doesn't know much about the current affairs of the demon family.

"Well, but before that, I want to give you something for my little sister."

The old man nodded and took out a long sword box from the package on erha's back.

When the sword box was taken out from erha's back, a gust of wind caressed the skirts of murongqin, Xia Ju and other Miao water palace women.

But the breeze was not cool. Even Xia Ju felt a hundred sharp swords pointing at him, and every breath would hurt.

But murongqin didn't feel this discomfort. On the contrary, she felt that the breeze was very kind, and even the breeze kept sticking to herself like a spoiled child.

The old man handed the sword box, and murongqin subconsciously stretched out his hand to open it.

Just open the sword box, it seems to overflow in the sword box, and the sword Qi accumulated for thousands of years is released in an instant.

Within a hundred miles, they didn't even reach the border city of Wanyao country. They were all sword Qi.

If the moon old man hadn't waved his sleeves, these disciples of miaoshui palace, even Xia Ju, would have been pierced through the spirit's orifices and destroyed the spirit.

But for Murong Qin, it seems that there is no word "sharp" in the sword spirit, and that kind and playful is even more obvious.

In the sword box is a plain white long sword.

The body of the sword is slender and the hilt is abstractly made in the style of white phoenix.

The nicks in the sword body flowed down like a stream. The white sword was surrounded by the white sword Qi, which was in sharp contrast to the long sword behind the boy.

"The name of this sword is' Day '. I, the old man, think this' Day' is still related to the little girl. How about taking it?"

As if attracted.

No, to be exact, it should be the day calling murongqin.

With murongqin's little hand stretched out, when murongqin was getting closer and closer to "day", the "day" was already making a sword sound.

However, at the moment when Murong Qin was about to touch the "day", the girl stopped her hand.

Like a bitter plea, the sword of "day" sounded more violently, and even wanted to fly out directly and fall on her palm, but in the end, the girl closed the sword box.

"Thank grandpa Yue for his gift, but grandpa Yue doesn't know Xiaoqin. Qin'er can't accept such a big gift."

"In addition to your master, I also know your mother. Take the gifts from your elders." For murongqin's refusal, the old man on the moon was not at all angry.

"Thank you, Grandpa Yue... But qin'er already has a sword."

Holding Liu Ren in her arms, the girl's smile is more gorgeous than the sunshine.

"And qin'er will use it all his life..."