As a result, Jiang Li suddenly felt confident, looking at An Zijie from afar, with a smile on his face.

"I rely on?" An Zijie looked at it and suddenly stopped doing it. Are you trying to rebel? You are a monk monk who still has such a big holiday with me. Even if I see me, I don't want to bow. , Actually dared to look at me and laugh, do you think I really dare not let go of Chiming?

By the way, Chiming...

An Zijie remembered Chi Ming, and naturally he also remembered it. At that day, he also had a young monk in his twenties. He didn’t shoot from beginning to end. He only used a sword gas attached to the sword and cut it. Chi Ming's head fell, and the man happened to be Jiang Li's backstage...

Thinking of this, An Zijie calmed down suddenly. Damn, he was almost confused by this Jiang Li. Zongmen sent me to have a mission...

So, An Zijie pulled a face, and he smiled reluctantly: "Jiang... Brother Jiang, what a coincidence."

When he said this, An Zijie was a bit ashamed. Damn, I sacrificed too much for the sect. I even called him his brother for this kind of thing. If it spreads, I might as well be killed by the head. ...

However, what An Zijie did not expect is that the more shameful is still behind...

"Who is your younger brother?" Jiang Li really didn't give face, and took a face and learned from the lesson: "Frankly line up, don't call it so intimate, it's easy for brothers and brothers to have trouble."

"I..." An Zijie was completely blown up, staring at Jiang Li for a quarter of an hour, and several times he wanted to release Chi Ming to kill this guy.

Calm, calm, I want to calm down!

An Zijie took a few breaths and told himself to be calm again and again, and Zongmen's account must not be in his hands...

Speaking of which, this is really a coincidence.

Almost at the time when Wang Yuanjian cut down the five robbers, the Nether Sect opened the thirteen corpse-holding places in Wuhai. Then, the Nether Sect swelled up and down, because this time among the thirteen corpse-holding places, There was even one silver corpse in a row.

This is a big event. The fighting power of a born silver corpse is almost equal to that of a monk with a perfect life, and the future is unlimited. If there is a chance, even the possibility of achieving a golden corpse, this is equal to one more. Master Jin Dan, as long as one was produced in the past, the Nether Sect would be celebrated, but I did not expect this time to even open seven...

As soon as the seven silver corpses came out, even the Luofu world was alarmed, and the teachings came from the night, so that here must use the unique environment of the death knell to cultivate these seven silver corpses.

Then the two elders on the side of the death knell fell into trouble.

Because, they found that these seven silver corpses were sword repairs...

As we all know, when you reach the level of the silver corpse, it can be said that you have recovered your intelligence before life. Usually it is almost the same as that of a living person. They were all sword repairers during their lifetime. Nowadays, it is best to use a sword as a silver corpse. The problem is that the ghost Zong Nai is a school of ghost cultivation, and either raising ghosts or refining corpses, how can there be anything related to swords?

Fortunately, the two elders were busy all night, and finally found a set of seven repair sword arrays from the Zongmen classics, which was just suitable for the cultivation of the seven silver corpses.

Then the question came.

What about the sword?

Exactly, at this time Wang Yuanjian beheaded the five robbers, and passed down from ten to one hundred. The gods from the entire Wanghai City were like gods, plus the small actions of Jiang Li in the next few days, Wanghai City was known all over the city, so the two elders One shot of the head, OK, this paradigm cast sword workshop!

So, An Zijie came...

Today, An Zijie can be said to be the order of the two elders. If this messes up, An Zijie feels that he must drink a pot...

Thinking of this, An Zijie gritted his teeth.

Go, go, I will bear you once!

"What are you, go to the queue!" Unfortunately, Jiang Li didn't know that he had already turned around in front of the ghost gate. Seeing that An Zijie didn't dare to start, the courage was even greater.

Damn, you're almost there!

An Zijie jumped straight on his forehead, but because of the orders of the two elders, he had to force himself to endure, and took a few deep breaths. Then he tried hard to squeeze out a smile and listened to himself They all felt ashamed and said, "Brother Jiang, it's convenient..."

"I said, Brother An, I’m not your brother Jiang, I won’t give you the convenience. It’s true that you have seen it. There are not one thousand people waiting for people who buy swords here, but there are eight hundred. If everyone makes it convenient for me, I don’t sell a hundred swords a day in the Jianfangfang. I want to say that you still have to line up in the back, yes, the ravioli in the two streets in the past is good. You can just eat and wait there. Now..."

"..." When An Zijie heard it, he immediately scolded and ate your mother wonton. Laozi came to buy a sword, not to eat wonton!

"Otherwise, there is a dumpling in two more streets..."

An Zijie felt that he couldn't bear it anymore as soon as he heard this guy, and he looked straight: "Well, Brother Jiang, why don't we talk about the sword last time, our Nether Sect and the Lishan Sword School There is also Qianshanzong, the relationship has always been good..."

I depend?

Jiang centrifuged his head suddenly, and this was plainly telling me that their nether sect already knew that Uncle Lin stepped on three boats. What should I do?

Because he didn’t know Lin Fei’s plan, Jiang Li was really unsure for a while. After thinking about it, he pointed to a white fat man behind An Zijie: “Otherwise, you let you This younger brother went to the back line, you went in with me to pick up the sword, someone really asked, I said that you have already lined up..."

"Ah..." An Zijie suddenly froze, glanced at the fat man behind him, looked at Jiang Li again, and whispered, "This is not my brother..."

"I don't care if he is your younger brother or not. Let's do it, don't be verbose. Hurry and follow me in, and it will make people see and make trouble again. You life monks, all of you are grumpy..." , Jiang Li did not care about three, seven, twenty-one, while pushing the fat man to line up, while pulling An Zijie into Zhujianfang.

"How many?"

"Seven, the heavier the ghost, the better."

"Seven Thousand Spirit Stones." Because An Zijie was secretly let in, Jiang Li could not care about selling only ten a day, and hurriedly hurriedly found seven yin and ghostly swords on the sword stand. Want to quickly send An Zijie away.

"Good sword!"

An Zijie left the Seventy Thousand Spirit Stones with satisfaction and walked away with seven ghostly swords.