The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 1411 The nun whose spiritual root was taken away (41)

  When the girl seized the sword, the smile on her face was unruly and suffocated, which was very different from the melancholy when she first saw her at the foot of the mountain, and her cold and arrogant appearance when she was inquiring about the crime at the peak of Zixiao Peak.

The sun is rising, and under the brilliant morning light, the girl is holding the unnamed ancient sword that is slightly thicker to her, but her posture does not appear dull at all, instead, she wears flying on the sword dance floor. And then, fluttering like a butterfly.

No one knows better than Jun Jiuchen. This unnamed ancient sword is bloodthirsty and fierce by nature. Although it was suppressed by an expert with secret methods before coming to Taiqing Sect, even Jun Jiuchen, who had recognized the nameless ancient sword, was Occasionally, he would be affected by the ferociousness of that nameless ancient sword.

  Not to mention others.

  Even his God-Human Master Wugou felt that this sword did not dare to move.

  But who would have thought that Su Qinghuan, a young woman in the foundation-building period, could actually pick up his natal magic weapon so easily, instead of being shocked by the evil spirit, her own natal spirit sword could be easily driven by her!

  The driving is a bit exaggerated. After all, Su Qinghuan could not inject spiritual power into Jun Jiuchen's life magic weapon, but even so, this scene was enough to surprise Jun Jiuchen.

  ...

  But what surprised Jun Jiuchen was behind.

  Obviously, I just gave Su Qinghuan the jade slip of the Wushou Sword technique yesterday. Ordinary people digest such a profound and mysterious sword technique, even if they learn it for a year or a half, it will be difficult to master it.

   But Su Qinghuan was holding his nameless ancient sword, with one move and one move, the sword aura was like a rainbow.

  Suddenly, it seems like falling stars and colorful, sword strokes are like shadows and illusions, elegant and flexible, and suddenly like vast green mountains, unmoving, sword strokes from virtual to real, it is difficult to shake.

   Jun Jiuchen was surprised at first, but after watching for a long time, the white-clothed youth even felt that he had a deeper understanding of kendo.

  After Su Qinghuan's rehearsal was completed, Jun Jiuchen discovered that Su Qinghuan had already rehearsed the first three levels of Wushou Sword Technique!

  Although there is still a subtle gap between some places and the essentials, and Su Qinghuan is just building a foundation and focusing on too little spiritual energy, but overall, it is completely different from a person who has only been self-taught for a day!

  If Su Qinghuan’s cultivation base keeps up, coupled with the instructions of a famous teacher, given time, it is definitely a genius who is no less inferior to anyone in the sword!

  ...

   Jun Jiuchen had always loved swords and became obsessed with swords. He was willing to help Su Qinghuan at first because of the inexplicable closeness of his nameless ancient sword to this little woman on the first side.

  At this moment, seeing such a kendo genius close at hand, the feeling of sympathy in my heart couldn't help but become stronger.

  The white-clothed young man stared at Su Qinghuan with scorching eyes. Before he could comment on anything, the girl smiled and closed her sword, clasping her fists and arching hands at him.

   "I took the liberty to borrow Brother Jun's natural magic weapon and made Brother Jun laugh. I don't know how I practiced? Can I still get into the eyes of Brother Jun?"

  Su Qinghuan said, and respectfully handed back the nameless ancient sword to Jun Jiuchen.

  The white-clothed youth looked at Su Qinghuan with a smile, and there was no lack of appreciation in his expression.

   "You are using it well, but it's not a shame to insult this sword, but I didn't expect that my magic weapon would accept you in this way. If I change to someone else, I'm afraid I would have been hurt by the sword."

   "Maybe because this magic weapon is related to me? It's a pity that I was selected by the senior brother as a magic weapon, otherwise it might recognize me as the master."

  Su Qinghuan's attitude is frivolous, and the smile between his brows and eyes reveals a little strange spirit.

  For someone else to say this in front of Jun Jiuchen, maybe the young man in white would think that this was a kind of contempt for himself, but when the little fox said that, Jun Jiuchen felt it for granted.

  Even the man himself did not realize that he looked at the little fox with an almost indulgent look in his eyes.

   "Junior sister is right."

   "I learned Wushu swordsmanship back then, and I couldn't practice the first three levels so quickly, maybe you are a natural swordsman."

  Jun Jiuchen is the most cherished talent. Others say that he is aloof and arrogant, but in fact it is only because those people can't get his eyes.

  ...

  The little fox got the affirmation of this kendo genius, and his heart was even more relaxed.

  It was just a sudden, unexpected pain came from her spiritual vein.

"Well-"

The little fox frowned. Before she could contain the rushing spiritual power, she would fall backward uncontrollably. Unexpectedly, Jun Jiuchen, who was standing in front of her, quickly supported her with eyes and hands. she.

"careful!"

  Jun Jiuchen brows, a pair of dark phoenix eyes, almost staring at the little fox, the woman's flexible waistline makes the youth slightly confused.

  —Is the girl’s waist so slender that it breaks when it breaks?

  Jun Jiuchen's original unwavering eyes, as if there was some subtle emotions, gently fluttered away, he couldn't help but gently stroked.

   And he unexpectedly felt that this feeling was not annoying.

  It was the first time that he was so close to a girl. Although Su Qinghuan and him used the sword together, the two actually did not have any physical contact at all.

In fact, Jun Jiuchen didn't really like contact with others. When he was in the mortal world, he was born in the home of Zhongming Dingshi. The young masters of the hairpin clan would naturally have countless maidservants, but Jun Jiuchen did not like that kind of joy since he was a child. Living an extravagant life, he entered Taiqing Sect before the age of seven.

   And his master Wugou real person, and he has been a stocking life for teenagers all the year round. Wugou Peak does not even have two handyman disciples. Naturally, there is no possibility that others will serve Jun Jiuchen. He is self-reliant for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

  Fortunately, Jun Jiuchen is born with Dao Body. After he has built the foundation, he can fasten without paying attention to food.

  ...

  And the little fox felt Jun Jiuchen holding her waist, and seemed to stroke it. If it weren't for knowing that Jun Jiuchen is a human, she would think she was a man of Meng Lang.

  The girl's body became stiff, her face flushed a little, she had to cough, pretending to be serious and authentic.

   "Brother, you can let me go."

  She had known that Jun Jiuchen was born tall and long, but at such a close distance at this moment, Su Qinghuan felt that a man's generous figure almost covered herself.

  The shadow coming from her head gave Su Qinghuan the illusion that it was cloudy today. When she looked up, it was Jun Jiuchen's handsome and innocent face.

  ...

  This face is really a big killer.

  Even if the little fox is used to seeing outstanding beauty, even Chu Yufeng, the former fiance of the original owner, was born in a Yushu Linfeng, but compared to Jun Jiuchen, he is really inferior in style.

  After all, a creature like a beautiful man is beautiful without knowing it, and is more prone to lethality, and Chu Yufeng will inevitably fall behind.

  After the little fox's point, Jun Jiuchen loosened the waist that was holding Su Qinghuan as if he had first awakened from a dream.

  He looked at the thin red ear tips of the girl, and blurted out subconsciously.

   "Junior sister, are your women's waists so soft?"

   "...what, what?!"

  (End of this chapter)