The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 182 Phantom Spirit Contest ([-])

The sword in Luo Qingxie's hand exuded the same color light as the sword in Nan Jibai's hand.

Everyone was shocked, even Nan Jibai was no exception.

"Red, this is a low-grade magic weapon. I didn't expect the masked master to have it!"

"What is the origin of this masked son? Could it be that he is a young master from a big family?"

"If you want me to say, the talent of Mr. Mask must come from the legendary sect!"

Everyone's discussion did not affect the two people in the battle arena.

Luo Qingxie caressed the blade of the sword, a flash of surprise flashed in her ink eyes, and she couldn't help feeling a little headache.

This sword has been placed in the space ring for a long time, probably the person gave her the space ring, but forgot to take it back.

I didn't expect that taking it out today would cause such a big fluctuation. It was really troublesome. I didn't use the Xie Zun sword because I didn't want to attract fluctuations.

Now it seems that she regrets it.

A look of helplessness flashed in Luo Qingxie's eyes, no matter what, I will be your master from this time on!
"I wonder if my lord can tell me your name?" Nan Jibai asked.

Even now he couldn't help but start to believe that the young master in front of him was a disciple of the sect, after all, not everyone could have a low-grade magic weapon.

Luo Qingxie raised her eyebrows and said, "It's just a passer-by, there's no need to know."

"Since you don't want to tell me, then I don't need to ask more." Nan Jibai smiled evilly at Luo Qing: "Young Master Mask, let's start."

"This is what I was waiting for." Luo Qing squinted her eyes, and shook the long sword in her hand.

The two swords danced with a gust of wind, and the silver light suddenly lifted their robes and long hair.

And during the contest between the two, the two old men sitting in the restaurant suddenly raised their eyebrows, and the old man in black was even more shocked, staring at one of the two swords for a long time.

"Isn't this the sword in Chu Mo's hand? Could it be that he was the one Chu Mo met that day?" The old man in black was silent for a long time, pondering.

The old man in Tsing Yi's heart moved, and he asked, "He? Are you talking about Chu Mo giving the space ring to this kid?"

"No mistake, it's this kid. When Chu Mo came back that day, he told me that he gave the interspatial ring to the boy who was kind to him. Even his weapon was given to the boy who only met once."

"At that time, he also told me that this young man might be a disciple of another sect. Now that I think about it, I believe Chu Mo too much." The old man in black shook his head helplessly.

On the contrary, the old man in Tsing Yi sipped his tea leisurely, and said with a slow smile, "I said, brother, don't jump to conclusions, even if that kid is not a member of the sect, there are differences, you can make a conclusion about him Is it the Dao talisman on his body?"

"Amulet? Did you see something?" asked the old man in black suspiciously.

The old man in Tsing Yi nodded: "That's right, I read it earlier, that Taoist talisman is a hidden talisman that hides one's cultivation, and only senior talisman refiners can make it."

"Could it be that this kid is not from this continent, but from us?" The old man in black frowned.

The old man in Tsing Yi shook his head, and for a moment he stroked his white beard with a smile in his eyes: "However, I am more and more interested in this kid."

The old man in black was taken aback, he had never seen his younger brother be so interested in a person, then the old man in black smiled and said: "Brother, if you think it's good, just accept it."

"Don't worry, look again."

The old man in Tsing Yi hissed at him, sipped his tea leisurely, and watched the situation below through the window.

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