The fat man felt a warm feeling in his body. The pain that was so painful that just now was swept away, and his body was like a hot spring bath. It was so coaxing that the fat man gradually regained his consciousness and vaguely felt that he was being held in his arms. At the same time, a cold and soft thing was pressed on his mouth, and a tongue-like thing stretched back from his mouth. The fat man licked the tongue curiously, screaming with a fright, and screaming. Mao Xiaoling jumped away like a injured Xiaodian. His face turned red. He shyly turned his head away and did not dare to look at the fat man who was gradually awakening on the ground.

The fat man licked the corner of his mouth, and there was a fragrance. It was the smell of his own pill. I remember that there was a sweet smell mixed with a woman's body fragrance. The fat man argued for a long time and smiled foolishly. It seemed that when I was unconscious just now, I saw Xiaoling running over with a anxious look. It must be Xiaoling who saved him. Where is Xiaoling? The fat man turned over and made himself feel more comfortable lying on the ground. Close his eyes and destroy the medicinal power of the pill. After a while, the fat man's injuries were mostly healed. He quickly got up from the ground, put away the two big swords inserted on the ground, turned his head and searched everywhere. At a glance, he saw Mao Xiaoling, who was blushing, staying quietly there.

"Xiao Ling, thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you, I would have been dealt with by the drought bar today. I might have said that my life would be handed over to the drought bar today. Although this drought bar is not the final form of zombie practice, in terms of the degree of damage, I probably can't beat even the quasi-immortals in the tribulation stage? It's really too harmful. There are also the twelve flying yakshas. I'm in trouble now. I can't deal with one of the drought bars. There are twelve flying yakshas as helpers. This fight cannot be fought." After the fat man thanked Xiao Ling for saving his life, he immediately fell into sorrow. Nanning City is over. According to the drought bars, with such a cruel and bloodthirsty and crazy and killing nature, if he didn't get rid of it, the whole country would probably suffer another great disaster.

"No, it's not safe here. The drought-ba might find this place at any time. Let's go." The fat man opened the passage of the space in the pot and pulled Mao Xiaoling and walked in quickly.

It's safe, it's safe. Lying on the soft grass in front of the valley pool in the pot, the fat man drank the monkey wine in small sips, trying to recover his confidence that he was hurt. Under the severe blow of the drought, the fat man no longer had the heavens and my second brother. I was invincible in the world. I drank the monkey wine with a drooping face.

"Old man, you're not called Mazi, but a scam. I've been working hard to upgrade. During the sword-casting stage, I went to the other side of the dry bait, but I only had to deliver food. You tell me, what should I do? I can't beat it, but I can't beat it. If I don't fight, I can think of a way to come out?" After the fat man took several mouthfuls in a row, he asked the old man in his consciousness.

"Fatty, you have no confidence. The enemies you will face in the future are 1,000 times more terrible than drought. What should you do? Since you have obtained the Savior System, then you have to shoulder the burden on your body. Whether humans can continue to survive in this world depends on your efforts. Well, it is time to exchange for the magic of the sword formation for you. If you want to re-establish the Zhuxian Sword Formation again, you must learn the method of sword cultivation. Now, I will exchange the most basic practice techniques of the Liangyi Sword Formation in this sword formation for you. Forget the merit value, I will collect 200,000 merits for you, take it." The old man in the system said this, and shook his hand and threw out an old secret book of the formation, and was gently taken by the fat man to hand.

"Qingping Jue: Liangyi Sword Formation" Fatty looked at the words on the cover and opened the book curiously. Two black and white lights wrapped the fat man inside. After a while, the fat man understood the principles and usage of many sword formations, and also learned the Liangyi Sword Formation that requires the cooperation of two flying methods of Yin and Yang to set up. With the Fatty's early-stage cultivation of the sword-casting stage, practicing this Liangyi Sword Formation is a little far-fetched, but it can be used only when it is done.

After learning this sword formation, the fat man was worried. Two flying swords with opposite attributes, one Yin and one Yang, where should I find another fire-attribute flying sword? He only had a metallic Qingping sword and a water-attribute Zhuxian sword. What should I do? The fat man was so upset that he turned his head and looked at Mao Xiaoling who was trying to gently wipe the short sword in his hand with a soft cloth. The fat man couldn't help but say to himself: "How great would it be if the sword in Xiaoling's hand was the fire-attribute Juexian sword among the four swords of Zhuxian?" The fat man sighed.

"Fatty, you're right. This sword is the Juexian Sword among the four swords of Zhuxian. It's just that it was repeatedly sacrificed and refined by Taoist monks countless times. In addition, the spiritual energy of the Dharma-Ending Age is gone. This sword cannot be replenished with spiritual energy. After thousands of years, it has become like this. Do you think that I exchanged it for you to eat and not see it? Fatty, the Juexian Sword is right in front of you, it depends on how you got it in your hands." The old man in the system smiled and told Fatty this great good news.

The fat man's face changed again and again, and finally his expression was extremely depressed. The fat man had never done such things as lying to others. He was so panicked that he walked to Xiaoling with a red face, lowered his head and said to Xiaoling: "Xiaoling, can I see your sword?"

Mao Xiaoling had just had a mouth-to-mouth contact with the fat man. Although it was to feed the fat man medicine, it was her first kiss, so she sent it out in a daze. Mao Xiaoling, who was born in the Xianfeng period, pays more attention to these than girls nowadays. After seeing the fat man coming, Mao Xiaoling's heart was also thumping, so nervous that she didn't know what to say. She silently handed over the short sword in her hand and said softly: "This is the magical sword passed down from the ancestors of our Mao family. It is said that the founder of Maoshan was obtained from the Taiqing lineage of his master. It was passed to me. I don't know how many generations it has been passed down. This sword was used in conjunction with the Mao family's magical sword technique. It is very powerful. Our Mao family has gained such a great reputation in China, Mao and North Horse in China. It can be said that most of it was obtained by this sword."

The fat man held the sword in his hand and carefully looked at the simple and unpretentious short sword with a faint red light. He was so excited that he couldn't speak. This was the Juexian Sword among the four swords of Zhu Xian. He finally got it in his hand. The fat man looked at it again and again, and was reluctant to return the sword to Mao Xiaoling. He was so blushed that his face was thick and thick. After thinking for a long time, he came up with a good idea. He lowered his head slightly and did not dare to look at Mao Xiaoling. He said in a calm tone.

: "Xiaoling, this sword is really good. Can you give it to me? I have an acquired spiritual treasure, but it is sealed. It should not be as good as your sword. But this sword is very important to me and is related to my life. Can I use this acquired spiritual treasure Zizhuxiao to exchange for you for this sword?" The fat man's face turned red and his expression was excited. This nervous expression was clearly seen by Mao Xiaoling.

Mao Xiaoling's heart was like a frightened deer that had been leaping and pounding. Is he expressing his feelings to me? Seeing his blushing face, he is still a big man, and he is better than a girl in every family. If you like it, you like it. What's so shy about it? Is he exchanging a token of love to me? Looking at the purple light that appeared in the fat man's hand, Zizhu Xiao, who was unique in shape, Mao Xiaoling grabbed it, lowered his head and said in a mosquito-sized voice: "Brother Fat, I've accepted this Xiao. Do you promise me that you should treat this sword well? Don't let it suffer any grievances?" Mao Xiaoling is borrowing a sword to talk about people. I hope the fat man can make a promise and treat himself well in this life.

When the fat man saw Mao Xiaoling's actions and heard this sentence, he jumped up in excitement and shouted in surprise: "Xiaoling, did you agree? That's great, don't worry, I will treat this sword well. If the sword is there, the sword is gone, the person will be killed. I will break this oath, and the heaven and earth will be destroyed." Mao Xiaoling hurriedly stepped forward and covered the fat man's mouth, lowered his head and said softly: "Don't make such a poisonous oath. I believe you, Fat Brother, I will treat this Zizhu Xiao well." After saying this, Mao Xiaoling's face was flushed with shame, and ran to the other side of the small pool with embarrassment, lowered his head, and focused on the tube of Taiyin Zizhu Xiao in his hand. His heart was thumping, and unprecedented sweet feeling and happiness filled his body and mind. Mao Xiaoling's heart was drunk.

Mao Xiaoling was a monk before the end of the world. She had these techniques and refining techniques and formulas. There was no need for Fatty to say anything more. Fatty was so happy to hold this immortal sword. Unexpectedly, Mao Xiaoling could make him exchange it so easily. Thinking of this, the more the fat man looked at Mao Xiaoling, the more he felt Mao Xiaoling pleased, and couldn't help but shout loudly at Mao Xiaoling: "Xiaoling, you are so beautiful, you are so good. I thank you so much."

Mao Xiaoling nodded, hugged her head in the bend of her legs in shame, holding Zi Zhuxiao tightly in her hand, and her face flushed, thinking, could this fool not say so directly? I felt embarrassed to praise him.

After a long time, Mao Xiaoling calmed down, put away the Taiyin Zizhuxiao that the fat man gave him, hummed a cheerful song in a low voice, rolled up his sleeves by the pool, and gently scrubbed his own pair of white and flawless arms.

The fat man took a casual look, and at this glance, the fat man's eyes never left Mao Xiaoling's arm again. A light flashed in the fat man's eyes, staring straight at Mao Xiaoling's arm. There was a white mark clearly on Mao Xiaoling's left arm, which clearly left the sword energy of the innate Gengjin sword in the Qingping Sword. This,, this, could it be that Xiaoling was the one?
Chapter completed!