My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 5671 Gets First 7

Dunzhu's soul came out of Geng Pengcheng's body, and under the palms shot by Duanyue and Fenchen, he followed a straight line and flew lightly to the opposite wood vine.

At the same time, Qiao Mu took his son's small hand and walked around under the two columns.

There are a lot of cheats for exercises in this nave. At this time, everyone in the Eastern Territory ran to read it.

Qiao Qiao was not interested in these at all.

What kind of exercises, what she has in the Longevity Hall, is that it is really not needed.

So her eyes, her son's eyes, only fell on the hilt of a long sword in front.

The sword was completely hidden in the monument.

There are a few lines of small characters engraved on the stele: try sword stele. The Yunxiao sword was made by blood-testing three thousand years ago.

The blade is sharp, a sword can cut through the city, and the sky breaks.

Those who are destined to get it.

Baby Mo's eyes lit up when he saw the sword.

"I'll have one less sword." The little guy said, "Look for a good sword that is at your fingertips! I think I should be the one with the fate."

Qiao Mu didn't make such a strong self-confidence where his son came from.

She really wanted to ask her son, how did you know that you are the fate of this sword?

"Don't you believe me, mother?" Baby Mo blinked the watery phoenix eyes, and a small face glowed strangely.

"As soon as I approached, I heard this sword telling me, come on, come on, come and pull me out! Hey. Hear it clearly."

Lord Qiao Qiao looked down at his son with a blank expression.

What she said was true, even she couldn't help but want to believe it.

"My name is Moxiao, it's Yunxiao, I really have a chance to meet!"

Lord Qiaoqiao: ...

Then Feng Changqing and others followed:

This child is really a little devil from heaven.

Seriously, they were not so confident when they were as big as him.

Baby Mo was eager to try, "I'll pull it out!"

"Wait for me first." At this time, a Western cultivator rushed out of the crowd, staring at the long sword that had not been buried in the stele, only a little hilt.

There was a greedy glow in his eyes.

He flew forward, put the hilt in one hand, shouted "rising" in his mouth, clutching the hilt tightly with his fingers, his face flushed instantly.

The whole sword is still not in the stone tablet, and there is no trace of being shaken at all.

There was a boo around, and the people of the Western Region were flushed.

Zhang Jing looked indifferent, "I don't know shame, grab something with a child."

A few Dongyu practitioners nodded.

How much care has been taken by their fathers and mothers along the way, if they were n’t their fathers and daughters, they would n’t know how many times they were dying.

I didn't know how to be grateful, so the selfish nature of the people of the Western Regions was exposed for the first time, and even the long sword the baby wanted was not overlooked.

Master Qiao Qiao is not angry.

Human nature is like this, what's so annoying, she and Mo Lian took these people along the way, and hadn't thought about asking someone to return anything from the beginning.

Anyway, if they are together, they will be together, but if they are together, they are just a temporary team.

But the people in her team, she will definitely support the end.

The Xiyu practitioner had some hot faces. He clasped the hilt tightly in his hands, and once again heard a "rise" in his mouth, and the other hand clapped heavily on the stone tablet.

The stele was not moving, but his palms seemed to be firmly attached to the hilt.

Suddenly hot in his hands.

(End of this chapter)