"Don't be impulsive, if you have something to say, for a sword, which one is worth your life?"

A tough man, whose blood was cut off by people, his eyebrows were not lifted halfway; he almost froze to death in front of Yizun's palace, and he did not see that he lost his dignity, but when the Honglu soft sword was destroyed, he did Suddenly a very weak expression appeared, like a helpless child, and the panic could only be eliminated by the most extreme way.

Xuanyuan Yao could understand his mood.

The warriors all regard the personal weapon as the second life and cherish the abnormality.

The day his Chi Youjian was broken into pieces by auspiciousness, the pain in his heart was probably similar to that of Helian Chuan at the moment, as if a very important part of his body had been swept away. [

Originally, I didn't want to cause this result. It was just an accident. The two collisions of two swords were not predicted by manpower.

Xuanyuan sighed far away, picked up two pieces of sword body from the ground, and took it together with the hilt in Helianchuan's hand, and put it in the tray of the guard, "Some saved, some saved, this king knows that there are individuals, You will be able to restore your Honglu soft sword to its original state. Helian Chuan, don’t be too busy to die with your sword. Try it anyway."

He Lianchuan's desperate eyes finally showed a trace of vitality, a rough voice, and a sadness. "Who has such a skill? If it can really restore Honglu, I will serve him for the whole life and embrace this great grace."

Xuanyuan Yao smirked bitterly, and when it came to this field, he couldn't say anything.

The person who has the ability to repair the sword is naturally his baby little coquette. What kind of good excuses should he think of in the past, can coax her to temporarily interrupt the busy hobby in her hand, and instead do this kind of least favorite The trivial matter of'no technical content'.