In the wing room of the Xumi Villa, Chen Qiu leaned against the head of the bed.

Xue Ji's true energy was running back and forth in his body.

Because of serious injuries in the body, the true qi is not as strong as before.

However, the warm true qi is moving between the meridians, and the hidden wounds in the body are being healed little by little by little.

It was a long process from infinitely closeness to the exhaustion of oil and the lamps were gone, and he returned to full prosperity.

But it is definitely much faster than the Mustard Monk said half a year.

With the sword jade in hand, Chen Qiu has 36 hours a day, or even longer, and can use his energy to heal his wounds.

He glanced at the eyes at this moment, looking at Zhang Lan who was arrogant in front of him.

The latter also has a strong herbal smell on it.

Obviously, he also received treatment and stayed with a group of righteous people who hated evil. This young master of the Demon Sect actually had a good mentality.

Chen Qiu felt that if he was in this situation, he would definitely not be as heartless as Zhang Lan.

"I'll exchange my fan with you for good things."

Zhang Lan shook the folding fan, and the landscape pictures on the fan also had a charm while swaying.

"Not changing!"

Chen Qiu closed his eyes and didn't even look at Zhang Lan. He said casually:

"I like that fan too, and I also spent time asking someone to paint and mention words. Your house in Suzhou City has been destroyed, what can you take out?"

"Hmph, you are underestimating this young master."

Zhang Lan took the wooden bench from the side and sat next to Shen Qiu's bed. He took the long strip of cloth from behind and threw it to Chen Qiu, who took it in his hand.

It's quite lightweight to get it.

"Open and have a look."

Zhang Lan urged Chen Qiu untied the rope of the bag and found a knife inside.

The knife is three feet and seven inches long.

The straight blade has no arc, the blade has three fingers wide, and has a special knife pattern, like a wolf's head swallowing blade, adding a hint of wildness to the knife.

The handle of the knife is like green jade, wrapped with a black rope. The knife is not as undecorated as an ordinary sword, but uses blue metal to shape a bright moon.

It looks a little more refined and unique.

The scabbard is the same as the blade, and it uses some kind of light but solid wood, like yellow rosewood. On the outside of the scabbard is a layer of black shark skin, which feels very textured to the touch.

Chen Qiu held the handle of the knife in his left hand and gently pulled it away, and the cold blade slid out of the sheath without any stagnation.

The blade has gray cloud patterns, and it feels like it is frosted when touched.

The blade is thin and sharp, just like a light knife in willow leaves, and there is no break on the blade.

If Chen Qiu remembers correctly, this knife last night was fought against the unparalleled Chengying Sword.

"Good knife!"

Chen Qiu couldn't help but praise him.

This knife is much better than his Hongming sword, and the material must be special.

It's just that there is insufficient spiritual energy.

Not as good as the seven-star shaking light.

But this knife is a light knife, and the sheath weighs only more than one pound, and it will definitely not weigh more than two pounds.

Yaoguang is a heavy beheading knife. It is usually wielded with both hands and has a weight of at least ten kilograms.

Both are of different types, so they naturally cannot be compared together.

"Of course it's a good knife, this is the treasure knife passed down by my Zhang family."

Zhang Lan closed the fan, and saw Chen Qiu love this knife, a trace of light flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:

"Before my father obtained the evil, he also held this "Greedy Wolf" treasure blade and walked around the world. Last night, Zhang Chu was defeated and lost the sword on the battlefield, so I took it back.

But I don’t use the knife well, so I used it to replace the fan. What do you think?"

Chen Qiu's eyes narrowed.

His fingers slid on the cold blade. After a few breaths, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Lan and said:

"You also say this is a family-born item, just use it to exchange for a fan?"

"Of course not."

Zhang Lan patted the folding fan in his hand, and he said:

"You know that the two are of different value, so if you take a knife, you have to answer a question..."

He stared at Chen Qiu and asked in a deep voice:

"Where is my father now?"

"I have no idea."

Chen Qiu put the Tianlang sword in the sheath, yawned it, and threw it back to Zhang Lan. He closed his eyes and said:

"I don't want this knife anymore! Don't bother me anymore. I don't know more about your father than you."

Zhang Lan pushed the knife to Chen Qiu again, and he said with a suspicion:

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Chen Qiu waved his hand, as if he was driving away flies, and he said impatiently:

"Do you believe it or not!

You go quickly, so that I won’t be angry and strangle you to death here, get out of here!”

Zhang Lan was scolded by Chen Qiu, but did not leave.

The young master of the Demon Sect didn't know how he formed his personality. When it came to things related to his father, he was like a candy.

I can't even get rid of it, and I don't want any self-pride or shame.

He pestered Chen Qiu and asked the question repeatedly, which made Chen Qiu very tired, but now he was weak and could not drive him away.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Qiu was so annoyed that he opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Lan in front of him.

He said:

"You really want to know?"

"certainly!"

Zhang Lan said gritting her teeth:

"I have to know!"

"I tell you, don't bother me in the future."

Chen Qiu reached out and grabbed the Tianlang knife and put it at his hand. His eyes turned around and said to Zhang Lan:

“But this knife is not enough.

I see that you also use the Soul-Destroying Claw. Do you know that the Soul-Destroying Claw is advanced?"

"Know."

Zhang Lan took the opportunity to slap a palm, and there was a faint sound of ghosts and howling. It was indeed an authentic soul-destroying claw, and it was more exquisite and quick.

He said to Chen Qiu:

"I can destroy the soul-destroying ghost claws, but I can't destroy the soul-destroying god claws in this third level of martial arts.

Not only me, no one can do the entire Seven Quake Sect except my father. Uh, maybe Uncle Bei Han can do it, but I have been away from the sect for too long and don’t know about this.

The third realm is derived from one's own understanding. After becoming acquaintance, one of my seven quaints and seven quaints."

The young man Xihua stared at Chen Qiu and said:

"The reason why you are sure that you know my father's whereabouts and have had contact with him is because when you killed Kutuo last night, I saw you and the soul-destroying claws...

This martial arts is the secret of my seven-character sect. How can ordinary people learn it?

Chen Qiu, you have tried your soul-destroying claws at first sight. You have already practiced to the point of entering the room in class. Do you still dare to say that you have never met my father?"

Chen Qiu would not answer this question.

He snapped his fingers and said to Zhang Lan:

"Tell me the soul-destroying ghost claws and your body skills, and I will tell you what you want to know. How?"

"Soul-Destroying Ghost Claw, OK."

Zhang Lan thought for a moment and said to Chen Qiu with a calm expression:

"But let it go.
To be continued...