"Little patriarch and fairy actually brought the fairy back?"

"According to the rules of this trial, this fairy sword should belong to Zong Yuexian."
"You’re crazy. It’s a fairy."
"It is the fairy that belongs to the person who really finds it."
……
Zong Yue listened to the noisy debate in her ear. She supported her and opposed her. She glanced at the two camps and remembered to smile and handed the sword back to Xie. "Little Patriarch, this sword is still yours so that everyone can be sincere."
Xie also didn’t take it, but motioned for the younger brother to be quiet and shout, "The fairy sword has a spirit. Since it chose to be found by Zongdaoyou, it should belong to Zongdaoyou. We Xuantianzong people can’t take it away from others. What’s more, this sword is missing an unusual spirit. I, a young patriarch, can’t bear to give it to Zongdaoyou. Can’t everyone bear it?"
"But after all, this sword was searched by my Xuantian Zongdi. How can it be given to an outsider?" There are elders whispering.
"Then I’ll make it up to you," Xie Yi said. "Anyone who contributes in the process of making up the immortal sword can receive 1000 Lingshi from me. Does anyone have any comments?"
The uproar even moved Zong Yue.
A thousand lingshi …
She asked for a thousand lingshi at Qionghuaxian’s big opening, and this little patriarch’s opening mouth is a thousand lingshi for each brother.
This time, more than 100 brothers add up to more than 100,000 lingshi.
Anyway, this frozen magic sword eventually returned to the snowy mountain dreamland, and Zong Yue suddenly wanted it to exchange for hundreds of Lingshi in Xie Yi’s hand.
"Little patriarch, how can you do this? How can you give up the fairy sword and subsidize the truth for the Taoist friends yourself? "
Xie Yizheng said, "Fairy spirits have always been dangerous and unusual, but you don’t know that I have to thank Zong Daoyou for saving us all."
Is it that dangerous?
It’s the Huicheng Wall spell that destroys all the fragments with frozen magic swords. My brothers are confused and think about it.
However, it’s impossible for Xianjian to reach Zongyuexian anyway, and it’s lucky that the patriarch is willing to take out one thousand Lingshi to compensate them.
What’s more, the little patriarch should like her so much about Zongyuexian. Maybe Zongyuexian will become their little patriarch’s wife in the future, not an outsider.
Hearing that they even agreed to thank Xie, his face was a little slow. "Well, let’s stay in this blue cloud city tonight and we’ll go out of the city and return to Zongzong at dawn."
He turned to Zong Yue and said, "Zong Daoyou said they would agree."
Zong Yue lowered his eyes.
It is impossible for Xuantianzong to continue to explore in this land. They are going to wait for the morning to go out of the land first and then contact the nearest Xianzong and Dark Inflammation Mountain Villa.
Dark inflammation villa, the owner of the villa died here, and the dark inflammation villa will come here to investigate.
Zong Yue took the lead in walking back, hanging his eyes and thinking about the magic sword hanging around his waist.
The black spirit of the sword body has increased. It seems that the black sword spirit has gradually won the control of the frozen magic sword.
The frozen sword spirit quietly appeared to her and said, "He won’t accept the frozen magic sword. Should I hurt him then?"
"This is your problem, not mine."
"I still don’t understand that he is willing to give you the frozen magic sword and take a hundred thousand lingshi. Do you want to hurt him?"
"Is it because he is good to me that I will return it? This world is full of people who have ulterior motives in the face of hello reality. "
Zong Yue thought of the little girl in the daytime. Was she also sincere to her in Zong Yue?
Coagulation ice sword spirit also want to ask suddenly the gate outside Ma Benteng sound.
Seeing the dust flying and the noise abnormal, I heard "bang" in a short time. A middle-aged man in a purple shirt rode a six-winged red tiger to fly to the front of Xuantian Sect and said, "Where is my son Ye Hao?"
Zong Yue turned around and looked up. Now this situation is that Ye Wenqiu, the owner of Dark Inflammation Villa, is looking for you?
Ye Wenqiu, the current owner of the Dark Mountain Villa, was a cold-hearted and overbearing person in Du Jie’s later period, who regarded Ye Truss’s heart and eyes.
Zong Yue a look only to find that she actually knew this man.
In her previous life, she denounced Lin Ze’s crime in front of the top ten sects. It was this person who took the lead in saying that she was a witch woman who broke her word.
Later, Lin Ze coaxed her into saying that she would help her destroy the sect that bullied her. She also wondered who it was. It turned out to be Dark Inflammation Villa and Ye Wenqiu.
Xie also greeted "Ye Shibo"
"Turned out to be Xie Shi nephew my son Ye Hao? Why isn’t he with you? "
Before Xie could reply to Ye Wenqiu, he noticed that the arrow hidden in Zong Yue’s sleeve flashed in front of Zong Yue. "It’s the smell of the arrow. How is it in your hand?"
"Well," Zong Yue saw that he didn’t come well. He took the arrow from his sleeve with a smile. "Lord Ye Shaozhuang died unfortunately, and the danger here is abnormal. I borrowed this arrow from him for self-defense."
You!’ Ip Man-chiu swung his hand and wanted to palm Zong Yue.
Zong Yue gently avoided the cold way, "I know that Lord Ye Zhuang’s grief is unbearable, but it’s better to calm down. No one is sure what will happen if this place is alienated."
"Do you dare to teach me a lesson?" Ye Wenqiu’s palm wind will fall again.
"Father" Ye Qiao, the seventh young lady of the dark inflammation villa, stepped forward to dissuade Ye Wenqiu, saying, "You don’t want to get angry in a hurry, but you should ask the younger brother first."
Hearing her words, Ip Man-chiu gradually calmed down.
Zong Yue way "fall? If Lord Ye and Miss Ye want to know if Lord Ye Shaozhuang fell, then there is no need to ask. No one knows better than me that Lord Ye Shaozhuang’s body is lying in the Kun ring of Xie Shaozong’s trunk. "
The onlookers were dumbfounded
"Zong Yuexian is also brave. Although she is in Mahayana period, Lord Ye Zhuang is the late venerable person of Du Jie or the Lord of Dark Inflammation Villa. She actually …"
Dare to talk to Lord Ye Zhuang like this?
Joan Hua also secretly surprised that even if she is a Penglai saint, she can’t easily look at Ip Man-chiu coldly.
At this time, Zong Yue, who was angry with Ip Man-chiu, looked cold.
She is just an honorable person in the Hanazono Sakura world, and she has a former feud. Do you expect her to laugh and laugh?
Xie also hurriedly explained the ins and outs to Ye Wenqiu.
My eyebrows jumped when I heard Ye Hao’s fairy sword persecuting a city monk Ye Wenqiu. When I heard Xie also say that Zong Yue took the pieces of Xianjian from the back neck of Ye Truong and collected the frozen magic sword, he sneered repeatedly when Ye Truong’s phantom dissipated.
"Since this fairy seeks the Lord, it is my son that this frozen magic sword should belong to my dark inflammation villa." He snatched the frozen magic sword and the arrow from the sun. "Not everyone deserves it."
Zong Yue looked at him with a funny smile. He grabbed the magic sword with black sword spirit and ice, and said, "Lord Ye Zhuang, if you want it, take it."
Anyway, this sword will eventually return to the snowy mountain dreamland.
"Don’t forget my business so easily. I will settle accounts with you," he ordered. "Ye Qiao is arrayed."
Look at him. He took the Ye Hao body from Xie Yi and put it in the people who brought it. He methodically began to array Zong Yue’s eyebrows.
Xie Yi also explained to her that "whoever leaves home and dies with a lamp tied to it for three days can be brought back to life by secret method."