Chapter 1851： Arrogant broken sword

Du Yu quickly got up from the ground and yelled:

"Cao, labor and management don't believe it anymore. Labor and management can't conquer a broken sword."

Du Yu climbed up again and grabbed his hand on the hilt. This time, he did not let go, and the short sword buzzed. Then, for the third time, he dropped it as a dog gnawing shit. Come down.

The psychic Taoist couldn't help but laughed in his sea of ​​knowledge:

"Boy, make you crazy, see if this Broken Sword can buy your account."

Du Yu took a deep breath. At this moment, he, with an inexplicable stubbornness, ignored everything, suddenly jumped from the ground, and then grabbed his hand on the hilt for the fourth time. Jian was stunned, but conveyed an idea:

"I want this world, I can't stop my footsteps anymore, just kill anything in front of me."

There were bursts of purple light from the short sword, and then Du Yu fell from the air for the fourth time. The difference from the previous three times was that this time, he and Broken Sword fell together.

Du Yu fell to the ground, but the psychic Taoist called for a long time and did not wake up.

At this moment, Du Yu is in a peculiar mood:

"Child, you are very good."

In the artistic conception, it was the general who had just seen him. He walked from the yellow sand in the sky. Du Yu looked at his hands and confirmed one thing. This time, he is tangible, not the same as before. Just watching other people's stories.

The impatience on Du Yu's face quickly dissipated, because the general did not have a trace of hostility in his eyes, only a kind of comfort, just like if a father is gratified for his son to grow up, it is a kind of gratification for his successors, Du Yu Seeing this scene, he nodded silently, and took the broken sword handed over by the general with both hands.

"Boy, you are very good. I hope you will shine brightly in the future."

The general’s back disappeared in the wind and sand, Du Yu walked a few steps forward, hesitated for a moment, did not continue to catch up, but looked at the sword in his hand, in his artistic conception, the sword is complete, the sword is seven feet long, With a touch of golden cold light on the sword's edge, it seemed that he could get out of his hand at any time, and there was a slight **** smell at the tip of the sword, and Du Yu felt it.

Using the tip of the sword to pierce the palm of his hand, suddenly a kind of interlinked senses came from the blade.

Du Yu knew that he had encountered a weapon that might accompany the rest of his life.

"I will fix you."

Du Yu touched the blade of Broken Sword, not caring that his sharpness would cut himself, and said with a smile.

There were bursts of joy from the sword, and Du Yu knew that this was not an illusion.

Then he walked out of the mood again.

Opening his eyes again, Du Yu did not hesitate to cut the short sword through his palm, and blood quickly flowed in along the broken sword. Only at this moment did Du Yu feel that the previously connected senses had reappeared.

"From now on, I will always take you with me."

Du Yu smiled, and then reached out to touch the blade in his hand, with joy in his eyes.

The psychic Taoist nodded in satisfaction, and whispered in his sea of ​​knowledge: "Russ can be taught."

Du Yu rolled his eyelids, too lazy to pay attention to the old man, and then looked in the direction of Ye Lier.

Du Yu was not greedy. He was very satisfied with this armor technique and this broken sword. He found the herbal medicine pavilion where Ye Lier was located, and couldn't help but laugh.

It turned out that Ye Lier fell asleep among the herbs, and the herbs she picked were all around her.

Ye Li'er's sleeping state was beautiful, with a silently charming face on her natural dull face. Du Yu shook her head, walked back to the cabinet of weapons, and started practicing with the sword in her hand.

The sword records very outstanding swordsmanship, of course, there are also the most basic three styles of cutting, cleaving, and stab.

Du Yu practiced the sword while communicating with the sword spirit. He made rapid progress. He could feel that Ye Lier seemed to have inherited some inheritance, but he didn't intend to disturb her. When he was tired, he sat on the fluorescent stone floor and rested for a while. When he was hungry, he took out the ingredients from the package behind him.

Although the cultivator is normally not hungry, Du Yu did not use his spiritual power to shield that hunger pang, because he especially likes grains.

"Wake up."

Ye Lier didn't know when she woke up. Du Yu helped her pack the herbs, put them in her luggage, and then walked out of the attic with her own broken sword. He was very satisfied with the harvest this time, but He still didn't forget that the main purpose of coming out this time was to go to the land of Xuanhai to experience.

"Pull, give me a hand."

Ye Lier seemed a little numb and couldn't stand up. She blushed and asked Du Yu for help. Du Yu waved her hand helplessly, then stretched out her jade hand, Ye Lier's beautiful eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, Du Yu Shaking his head, he touched her head and said:

"You girl."

"Girl, I'm going to the land of Xuanhai, where are you going."

This time, there was an inexplicable kindness on the two of them, a kind of extremely weak affection, quietly growing on the two of them.

"me?"

Seeing Ye Lier's natural look, Du Yu felt helpless, smiled again and touched Ye Lier's head, and said in a low voice:

"You."

Stupid makes people feel distressed.

"If it doesn't get rid of it, just follow me first."

Du Yu took Ye Lier's hand.

Ye Lier nodded, and Du Yu smiled again.

Ye Lier took out a medicinal herb from the package and handed it to Du Yu, her face flushed and stammered:

"Here, here you are, this is good for improving your strength."

Du Yu reached out and took it. It was a diced vanilla. This kind of dewy diced vanilla is very rare, and can enhance the special effect of the cultivator's calmness. Du Yu smiled and touched Ye Lier's head:

"thanks."

Walking outside the secret, Ye Lier spread her wings, picked up Du Yu and flew over from the air. Du Yu squinted, lazily feeling the comfortable softness.

"You kid, don't forget the business."

Seeing Du Yu's appearance, the psychic old man couldn't help but smiled and reminded him.

"I know, I know."

Du Yu rolled his eyelids, felt the softness on Ye Lier's chest, and narrowed his eyes again. As for the psychic old man's words, he didn't know how much he listened to.

"Do you know how to get through this miasma forest?"

Du Yu returned to the Orchid Valley again, and the valley was still surrounded by almost endless miasma as before. Ye Lier shook her head, Du Yu took her hand and walked towards the valley, smiling:

"Let's go, take a look."

Ye Lier's face flushed, Du Yu's big hands were very rough, but she was very greedy for the security and temperature brought by it, and after nodding, she let Du Yu hold her.

Du Yu's eyes narrowed with a smile, Ye Lier's hands were very gentle and comfortable to the touch. For Du Yu who likes beauty and strength, it is naturally a delicious delicacy.

Although this delicacy is very young now, Du Yu does not plan to take it now.