Heavenly Divine Doctor: Abandoned Concubine

Murong Chong went a few steps forward. The blue sky and white clouds and the green grass and green fields seemed to be a very bright place. He had a thought in his heart. If you see it here, you will definitely like it. She likes bright and splendid places. .

His thoughts are just a flash, here is Jianshan, and now his place is different from what he saw with the naked eye, so this is the world of swordsman.

"Oh, someone is coming."

Murong Zhan has been away for a long time. He has never seen other people. When he is puzzled, he hears a crisp and tender voice coming from not far away.

Who is speaking? He looked around carefully and found that there was a white thing at his feet that was crawling up his feet.

"You are talking to me?" Murong Chong put the group in his hand. The whole body was full of furry fine hair. A pair of silver-gray eyes were barely visible. The mouth was a bit like a rabbit, and the ears were long. Like, this is like a variant of a rabbit, "Are you a rabbit?"

The little things are glaring and screaming, and I struggled in the hands of Murong Cham. "I am not a rabbit. I am a sword elf. I will become a very powerful sword soul in the future!"

It turns out that this is a sword elf that has not yet encountered the master. The sword elf can only become a sword soul after encountering the master.

"Here is... Jianshan?" asked Murong Zhan, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, are you going to pick the soul of the sword? You see that I am strong and cute, it is better to take me away." The sword elf rushed to recommend himself. It looked at Murong Zhan, "What about your sword?" ”

Murong Chong let him go, "I don't need you."

There are two wings behind the sword elf. It flies around the ink, "What about your sword?"

"Is there any other swordsman besides you here?" asked Murong Cham.

"No, here is the entrance. I have been waiting here for a long time. I have not waited for the owner. I finally met you. I see your skeleton is amazed. Listen to be my master. How, let me enter your sword. Let me be your sword soul?"

Ink asked, "Where are the souls of the sword?"

"You think it's so easy to meet the soul of the sword, you can meet me is your fate!" cried the sword elf.

"You don't need this kind of fate." Murong Zhan said faintly, intending to continue to find his sword soul.

The sword elf squatted on his shoulder. "You let me see your sword. Why do you fit the sword for me? I also met a lot of powerful people. I still can't see their swords."

Murong Chong swept it away, and soon it was tangled up.

"Come out the sword and show it to me. If I don't think it is suitable, I can recommend other friends to you." The sword elf cried.

"Do you know where the sword soul is?" asked Murong Zhan.

"Of course I know, I can lead the way." The sword elf said with a milky voice, "Let me show you your sword first."

Murong Zhan thought about it, and his black sword appeared in his palm. This black sword followed him for a long time. When he began to have memories, he was always with him, and was given to him by Emperor.

When the Emperor gave him the black sword, he told him that each sword had its own sword spirit and would choose the owner himself. This black sword picked him up, so he was the master of the black sword.

"Good sword!" The sword elf cheered. "You still have no swordsman?"

"I came to find the soul of the sword." Murong Zhan said faintly.

The sword elf cried, "I don't have to find it, I think I am very suitable."

After that, not waiting for Murong Zhan to refuse, the sword elf has been transferred to the blade, and instantly disappeared into the black sword.

Murong Chan frowned, feeling the black sword shaking in his palm.

Is this noisy sword elf going to be his sword soul?

"Oh ah..." Murong Chan had not figured out how to drive the sword elf out. It screamed and jumped out. "I finally met a good sword. I will stay later."

"..." Murong Chan frowned and looked at it. "I don't need you to stay."

His words were just finished, and there were swords and sounds around him. The black sword in his hand shook violently and almost flew out of his hands.

The sword elf flew to the head of Murong Cham. "Wow, your sword is really a good sword. You see how many years of swordsman have been awakened."

"Go down." Murong Zhan said coldly, and went to the sound of the swordsman.

"I am already your sword spirit, you can't leave me." The sword elf cried.

Inkor Chong no longer pays attention to the sword elf, and walks up to the front. He feels the excitement of the black sword in his hand, as if he wants to go in that direction.

"Don't go there, you will be killed." The sword elf screamed nervously, pulling the hair of Murong Cham hard.

"Roll!" Murong Chong took it down and threw it out unceremoniously.

The sword elf screamed and hugged the clothes of the ink-filled Zhan Zhan. "I am your sword soul, you can't throw me away."

Murong Chong did not pay attention to it. He walked through the grassland. In front of it was a mountain peak. There was a pool in front of the mountain. There was a man in a white shirt standing next to the pool. The man was straight and loose, his eyebrows were clear and his body was transparent. A sharp temperament.

"Sword...Sword Soul." The sword elf screamed and hid behind the back of Murong Cham.

"You please take out the sword." The white sword spirit looked sharply at Murong Cham. "If you want to pass me, you must defeat me."

Ink Murray said softly, "I am looking for Juggernaut."

"Jianshan is a sword soul. You want to find a sword saint. You can only go to the highest place to find it. However, if you want to go to Juggernaut, you should first find a way to find Jianshan." Bai Yijian said with no expression.

That being said, this is not the place he is looking for. He has to find the Juggernaut and has to go through many tests.

"Where are you going to find Juggernaut, I can also cultivate into Juggernaut in the future. Let's go quickly. If you can't beat it, you will be killed." The sword elf cried, holding the calf of the ink-filled Zhan. go.

The weight of the sword elf does not exist for the ink-handedness. The black sword in his hand is facing the white sword soul. "Please."

"Good sword!" The white sword spirit looked at the sword in the hand of Murong Cham. "It is worthy of the Juggernaut. Just, can you let Juggernaut enter your sword? Look at your skills."

The words of the white sword and soul were just finished, and the whole person was killed like a sword to Murong Zhan.

The ink sword of Murong Cham is a rare sword in the world. How powerful is it, there is no sword spirit or lack of aura, but this black sword grew up with him, the black sword has already become a part of his body, the influence of the sword of the white sword soul Can't black sword and his tacit understanding.

"Be careful." The sword elf screamed nervously. "I will help you, although I am only a sword elf, but I am in the sword, you will get twice the result with half the effort."

"No!" said Murong Zhan coldly.

The sword elf couldn’t listen to the words of Murong Cham. It jumped up and turned into a white light and rushed into the sword of Murong Cham.