The fastest flying sword in the world?

Zhao Xifu looked at Zhao Rong with great interest, pondered for a moment, and reported several strange sword names.

Some of them have never been heard of by everyone, including Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer who are practicing sword cultivation.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

Zhao Xifu frowned, "Aren't these all? In the history of Xuanhuang Cultivation World, these swords were all the most 'fast' at that time. The powerful predecessors who owned them were all beings who could stand alone on the top of the mountain at a certain period...

Wait, then what you are asking about is the fastest sword in the world?"

He pinched his chin and pondered: "Over the years, I have heard some talk about it from people who came to the restaurant to beg for drinks. I heard that there is a very fast sword in the West Fuyao Continent, and the name of the sword is Kuchan... Well, it seems like the Dongtai Continent

There is also a handle..."

The man in charge of the shop gave two interesting sword names and paused.

His eyes kept falling on Zhao Rong's face, and every time he reported the name of the sword, he carefully looked at his expression for verification, but Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head the whole time.

"Isn't it? Hey, you don't know whether you are tricking me or not, yes or no!" Zhao Xifu knocked on the table slightly.

Zhao Rong still shook his head.

Zhao Xifu glanced at the calm expression of this brat, and felt a little unhappy... His grandma's legs were dripping, and she was even more arrogant and pretentious than me in my territory, but she couldn't be compared to him.

He complained secretly, but also aroused some competitiveness.

He sneered and continued to cross his chest and guess:

"Is it the one from Nanxiaoyaozhou? The name of the sword seems to be called... called... Yili. It is one of the most popular flying swords of the girl in the Southern Sect of Jiange who works vigorously and resolutely.

"This girl seems to be called Ziyi. I heard people say that her sword is very fast, and she can travel across the North Sea in the morning and evening."

Zhao Rong was used to shaking his head, but he was slightly startled the next second and turned to look at someone at the table.

By the way, have you heard the name of this sword somewhere? One... One Li, um, is it the ‘purple line’ that loves to draw circles?

Zhao Rong glanced at Li Xueyou and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This shy little girl didn't seem to notice the movement on the field. She lowered her head and ate gracefully, unable to see the expression on her face. She seemed to have no reaction to Zhao Xifu's words...

At this time, Li Xueyou seemed to notice Zhao Rong's calm and searching gaze.

Her ears were red and her head was buried lower.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling nodded and smiled, "Senior Zhao, her surname is Li and her given name is Ziyi. She is very famous in Nanxiaoyao."

She interjected and added.

Zhao Xifu nodded and looked at Zhao Rong questioningly.

The latter had already withdrew his gaze from Li Xueyou and shook his head calmly.

Zhao Xifu couldn't help it anymore and scolded his mother: "It's neither this nor that. Could it be that your sword is the fastest in the world? Guess what, I won't serve you anymore. I love whoever you want."

Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong and others also looked confused.

Zhao Rong waved his hand and said in a serious tone: "It's not me."

He swung his hand with four fingers bent, leaving only one index finger, and nodded at Zhao Lingfei.

Zhao Rong smiled, "She is my wife."

The venue was quiet for a moment.

After taking a break, Zhao Lingfei opened her eyes, looked at Brother Rong'er in surprise and confusion, and pointed at herself, "Me...me?"

Zhao Rong suddenly became interested, turned around and said with a bad smile: "You ask such a stupid question. My wife is not you, could it be someone else?"

After Zhao Lingfei was stunned for a moment, she immediately replied: "No!"

Zhao Rong showed a look of 'realization', "Oh, it's really not you."

Zhao Lingfei widened her beautiful eyes and quickly corrected herself: "Yes, yes, yes."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Oh, the lady mentioned here is someone else."

It's not true to say "no", it's not true to say "yes", someone is just teasing her intentionally.

Zhao Lingfei stomped her feet in shame, biting her silver teeth into pieces, and raised her hand to pinch him, "If you want... you just want to beat him!"

She wanted to say "I want to die", but it was too flirtatious and inappropriate at this time. Moreover, Zhu Yourong and other outsiders were also present, so Zhao Lingfei had to maintain the image of a Confucian scholar and a good wife.

Just like the side of her that imitates the scumbag, it can only be revealed freely in front of him in private...

At this time, Zhao Rong blinked, as if he didn't understand what she said, nodded to himself, and said clearly: "Okay, I will go and bring another lady home to marry her."

As he said this, he also burst into laughter.

Half serious, half joking.

A certain little fox demon lowered her head and pursed her lips to eat because of the flirtation between the young Confucian scholar and the woman with autumn eyes. When she heard Zhao Rong test his words, her fox eyes lit up slightly, and then she peeked at the woman with autumn eyes.

Zhao Lingfei glared at this bad husband who was making fun of others, and "tied" his sleeves with her bare hands. In fact, she twisted the softer flesh on his arm, but she couldn't bear to part with the harder flesh...

Zhao Lingfei tilted her head slightly and looked at him with her autumn eyes, "You dare! Try it." Her voice was soft and crisp.

She raised her bare hand and raised her two fingers to make a sword, as if she wanted to bluff him.

Die if you try?

Zhao Rong glanced at the lady with a smile on her lips, and then at the sword pointed in her right hand. He leaned back, blinked and swallowed, as if to avoid the lady's peerless sword.

Zhao Lingfei's Qiongbi snorted softly twice, and Zhao Rong smiled and stopped talking.

Zhao Xifu shook his head at this time and said: "Are you kidding me with your farts? It's not like I haven't seen Zhao Da girl's sword before? Are you talking about the 'green plum' or the unlucky 'bamboo horse'? They don't look alike.

In terms of speed, which magical power is the fastest?"

He glared at Zhao Rong, "You are obviously talking nonsense."

Zhao Rong's focus was a little off. He frowned and said, "Have you seen it?"

At this time, Zhao Lingfei explained softly at the side: "The first time I entered the fast, I asked Senior Zhao to take a look at the 'Green Plum'. The second time I entered the fast... that is, this meal, Senior Zhao said it was like taking a look at the 'Bamboo Horse'

.Husband, although Senior Zhao is unscrupulous in his words and deeds, he does not mean any harm. He...can also be regarded as my senior brother, so don’t worry."

Zhao Rong's brows relaxed.

Zhao Xifu crossed his arms and interjected in surprise:

"It's not like I've never seen a first-class sword before, but Zhao Da girl's first-class sword has suffered a tragic decline in quality. Tsk tsk, this is really the first time I've seen it. This is different from having a first-class sword broken to pieces by the enemy.

The embryo of the sword still exists, and its spirituality is still there, but it is 'intact' and it falls again and again, ah, until there is nothing more to fall... It is really rare, and the scene is really mysterious and mysterious..."

Then, he said something that Zhao Rong and others could not understand, which seemed to be related to some kind of Taoist philosophy involving first-class swords.

Everyone around the table looked at each other, stunned for a while.

Zhao Rong suddenly understood. He heard from Fan Yushu that there were many rules for eating in Xia Chong Zhai. For this meal, Zhao Xifu allowed Qingjun to enter the Zhai to cook the meal himself. It turned out that he had put forward the conditions for sword watching... He sighed slightly.

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After Zhao Xifu finished speaking, Zhao Lingfei had a calm expression. She leaned forward and gently leaned on her husband's shoulder. She smiled and called softly: "Senior Zhao." She shook her head.

The shopkeeper glanced at the proud daughter of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion who was calm and calm, and stopped talking, but he still muttered "Is it really worth it? This kid is worth a shit"...

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, nodded suddenly and said, "Well, this bamboo horse owned by my wife is the fastest sword in the world right now. There is nothing... faster than it."

Zhao Xifu sneered, "Fart. It's already like that. It's probably faster than a turtle. I don't know why this girl is still raising her so carefully. Wouldn't it be better to raise Qingmei instead? It's a waste of energy...

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"Xiao Zhao! You still said." The man couldn't bear his venomous tongue, but was interrupted by Bing Niang's glare, and he shrank his head.

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Can a turtle crawl? It's enough. It is the fastest sword face in the world. The swords of other genius sword cultivators are not as good as my bamboo horse."

He smiled, and Concubine Zhao Ling next to her was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her husband who was smiling happily.

Zhao Xifu felt that Zhao Rong was trying to insult his IQ, and waved his hand impatiently, "In your dream, right? Okay, it's almost done. You just can't compete in person with these swords. If you don't admit it, you are cheating on me, but

You can tell me believably, this bamboo horse is probably not as fast as my ice lady."

In fact, there seems to be one... Zhao Rong said in his heart.

Zhao Rong asked with a smile: "Then which sword did Shopkeeper Zhao think was the fastest at that time? Let's compare?"

Zhao Xifu crossed his chest and looked at Zhao Rong sideways:

"Heh, let's take the nearest one, the one belonging to that girl from the Southern Sect of Tai'ajian Pavilion..."

Zhao Rong interrupted and corrected: "The nearest one is my bamboo horse." He looked serious and deserved a beating.

Zhao Xifu got angry and waved his hand, "Forget it, his grandma's comparison is nothing but nonsense. Let your 'bamboo horse' run ten more steps, a hundred steps, or a thousand steps, and it will be surpassed by Yili overnight.

...I’ll stop messing around with you and return the wine to me.”

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, Yili will never be able to catch up with Zhu Ma."

"fart!"

"We'll know if it's a fart or not. Let's do it this way. As the shopkeeper said, I'll let Ichili take the bamboo horse a hundred steps first, test the speed of the two swords, and start the race."

Zhao Rong paused and said with a smile:
To be continued...