Martial King’s Retired Life

Yes, it is Hangzhou, the land of Yuan Dynasty, which has a long history.

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Three days after the Star Festival, Hangzhou, Yeluobao.

In Yeluobao-in the bedroom-a crisp female voice like a silver bell sounded.

"You lie. I want to try.

A beautiful and charming young girl with a charming smile, sitting on a couch with a sweet smile on her face, with a casual posture, and gently swinging her thin arms. Korea. She was holding a dark strip in her hand, like a knife and a sword, similar to a weapon-type. The girl was slender, holding the dark object a little too large, and collapsed horizontally at random, but the end resting on the bed gave a heavy sound. That slender black bar turned out to be heavier than it was.

The subject of this young girl was a young man sitting on the couch. The young man, with long black and white hair, was extremely tall. He was not wearing an outer shirt in the inner room, but it was observed that the muscles under the clothes were not tied, and his body was leaner.

Nonetheless, each of his moves seems to have power that can dominate everything, and the non-thick, uniform muscles seem to be compressed from refined steel, and they will not be destroyed even with a knife. He sits casually, but is different from a girl, giving a natural sharp chill. The uncomfortable feeling of suddenly hitting the cliff ice peak seems to be the sense of oppression he was born with.

The most inexplicable thing is his one-eyes. His eyes were all red. His eyes are still no different from ordinary people, but the **** Yin Hong in his eyes makes him look like a magic star from heaven.

Despite his appalling appearance, at this time his face was full of helplessness, as if the young wife had been used to make a temper, but he had loved her husband whom he had to obey. Leave some cushion for his cold appearance.

The tall, shapely young man sat with the slender limbs and the beautiful young girl, and the picture could not be said to be beautiful.

The tone of the youth was full of panic.

"Wait, wait, wait, this is no joke!

The absolutely virgin Zijiao said: "You let me chop-what happened to the knife!"

She shook casually-the dark object in her lower hand looked like a knife to her. But this thing has no edge and no edge. Except for a place that can barely be called a handle, the rest seems to be a burning black firewood stick.

"How can you try this freely!" The young man was in a hurry, and was a little bit embarrassed and said, "Little aunt, you stole it from the Shenhai Pavilion of Shuhai, it's too strange to take me for a test!"

"Also said! You are so untrue, there is such a fun thing to hide from me. Do you still have a little master in your eyes?". Of course, no one can do this more successfully than her. Even a young master can never do anything to make young people willing to eat. I have to say that at this point the girl is already the best in the world.

These two are naturally asking whether they are true or not.

The Divine Moon religion was scattered, and if it was not true, they would stay in Yeluobao for a few months without seeing outsiders. Ming Su asked how tired he was in Peiping, so he came to his nephew Sun Xunhua. An old treasure stolen from the Shenzhu Pavilion of the Daluoshan Treasury recently was about to find out.

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"Daluoshan's practice is that every generation of disciple disciples should put their castings in the Shenzhu Pavilion of Shuhai. Your master has left his horizons. Know the treasure. I thought you would put the sky spider silk you brought from Tianshan, who knows to look inside, but only found this.

It was the non-gold and non-iron firewood stick that I didn't know what it was.

"If it weren't for the inscription on the handle, I really thought it was someone who cleaned it. Okay, when did you hide this from me again?

Ming Feizhen's eyes are red, but his face can't help-red, explaining: "It's not a treasure, not a treasure, that's what I made when I first learned to iron.

Mingfei really does not want to explain. The disciples of Daluoshan have always had the habit of making weapons. This is the first work that he left when he first studied casting. Based on the outstanding talents of Ming Fei, the furnace of Daluoshan was blasted that time, and a large area of ​​the foundry was burnt clean. As a result, Daluoshan never produced in the next ten years-a superior blade. And what's left over there is this one-muddy iron

Mingsu asked and knew about it, but he did it on purpose.

"I don't believe it, just try to cut you.

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"Don't! This thing is calm. What should I do if I cut it off ?!"

Ming Su asked to cover his mouth with his hands. He chuckled, "The chop is broken, the aunt hurts you. You said, can you make me chop?"

Her voice was soft and moving, she was obviously just a few random words, but she had a deceptive charm. This woman was called a witch in martial arts. In addition to martial arts and unexpected behavior, this seductive beauty is also the reason that is sought after by everyone.

Ming Su asked in the private room not to wear socks, one pair of slender and straight jade legs arbitrarily cross, ten toes like ten washed white jade grapes, but the shape is more delicate

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