Why do you always want to be my Taoist partner?

Jiang Li calmly took out the twenty spirit swords he had collected on Tongtian Road. At this moment, they were suspended in the air, not moving at all, but each spirit sword was trembling at this moment. Bai Zigui looked surprised, "Brother Jiang...interference does not count."

"I don't intend to interfere." Jiang Li shook his head.

The spirit swords in the air were just floating there. No one understood what Jiang Li was trying to do. Only Jiang Li's eyes were fixed on the rusty spirit sword, and he whispered in a very soft voice.

"What a piece of rubbish! Any of my twenty swords can chop you into pieces in a matter of minutes. But after a thousand years, has your passion completely died out? You used to be so arrogant that you called yourself the best swordsman in the world, but now you are trembling under the suppression of a small broken sword. Are you still qualified to be the best swordsman in the world? Or are you old, sloppy, and shameless? You didn't look like this before."

"Look, you're anxious again. Why don't you admit that you're no longer capable and give up the title of the best sword in the world? I think the Burning Snow Sword is pretty good. I've been using it for several years and it's very useful."

The twenty spiritual swords that Jiang Li took out suddenly fell to the ground at this moment.

They fell because the Wuming Sword in Ji Wuming's hand suddenly burst out with particularly terrifying power.

Jiang Li raised his head and vaguely saw dark clouds gathering. The sky and the earth changed color. A ray of lightning fell and landed on the Wuming Sword in Ji Wuming's hand. In an instant, all the rust on the Wuming Sword shattered, and the sword body glowed like a star. Before Ji Wuming had time to figure out the reason for this change, the sword in his hand suddenly slipped out of his hand, and the blade returned to Ji Wuming's hand in just a moment.

The world suddenly became silent.

Ji Boyuan slowly lowered his head.

The Broken Water Sword in his hand, at this moment... has turned into more than a dozen pieces. If it weren't for the Demon Emperor's residual soul that was on it before, which sensed something was wrong a moment in advance and drilled into his body, otherwise, even the Demon Emperor's residual soul would have dissipated under this sword.

"Give me the money." Jiang Li silently collected the twenty spirit swords on the ground, then stretched out his hand towards Bai Zigui.

Chapter 427: Chapter Dreaming

"This……"

Bai Zigui was still in shock and hadn't recovered.

"what have you done?"

"Me?" Jiang Li shook his head innocently, "I just said a few words to the Lifeless Sword."

"say?"

"The sword spirit of the Lifeless Sword is a proud and lazy fellow."

Jiang Li shrugged and looked at Ji Boyuan and Ji Wuming in front of him. The spiritual sword in Ji Boyuan's hand had been broken into pieces. Even if the fragments on the ground were picked up again, it would not be easy to restore them.

He was the one who had not recovered from his shock yet. The spirit sword in Ji Wuming's hand was still shining like stars. Ji Wuming could not understand where the change of Wuming Sword came from, but he just vaguely saw Jiang Li display twenty spirit swords and mutter something. He looked at Ji Boyuan first, "Do you want to continue the competition?"

The sword is gone, so how can there be any possibility of a competition?

Ji Boyuan seemed a little angry, but he was afraid of the magic sword in Ji Wuming's hand. Finally, he snorted coldly and left the Tongtian Road.

Jiang Li was also happy to receive more than 10,000 purple marrow coins from Bai Zigui. His practice in the next few months was guaranteed. Of course, he was grinning from ear to ear. Bai Zigui seemed to want to ask something, but Ji Wuming had already come to Jiang Li.

"you……"

"Your swordsmanship has already defeated him, but the Wuming Sword didn't help, so I helped you a little." Jiang Li answered. Ji Wuming lowered his head, and the light of the Wuming Sword in his hand dimmed again. He was silent for a moment, "This sword... is indeed the sword you once carried, right?"

"I guess so. It took a while."

Ji Wuming hesitated for a moment, but finally raised his hand and handed the spiritual sword to Jiang Li, "Since this is your spiritual sword... I'll return it to you."

Jiang Li shook his head, "No, it chose to recognize you as its master. It was its own decision. I have a more useful spiritual sword."

Ji Wuming looked at him in confusion. Jiang Li's answer was really indifferent. "The sword is only a part of sword cultivation. The important thing is the sword force itself, isn't it?"

"Thank you for your advice." Ji Wuming nodded slightly.

....................................

This farce came to a brief end.

Jiang Li and Fairy Yue sat in a pavilion in the mountains. There was no one around. Fairy Yue took off her mask and looked at Jiang Li tenderly, "Thank you..."

"I should thank Senior Brother Wuming." Jiang Li waved his hand.

"At that time...how did you make the Lifeless Sword become like that?"

Jiang Li did not hide it. "In the past life memories I can recall, the Lifeless Sword was my sword. It was the self-proclaimed number one sword in the world. It was forged by a swordsmith using the best materials in the world. Its masters in all generations were also peerless sword masters. It has seen countless sword moves, and because of that, it has become particularly arrogant. At the same time, because of its invincibility and loneliness, it has become particularly lazy. When it was in my hand in the past life, it was too lazy to do anything unless you mocked it."

But at that time, the Lifeless Sword was in Jiang Li's hand, and except when he was about to challenge a higher-level challenge, he basically didn't use any power.

"When it was in my hands before, it wasn't as rusty as it is now. I guess it will feel more lonely after I die, and it won't care about laziness at all. But since it was attracted by Ji Wuming's sword power and chose Ji Wuming as the sword master, there must be a reason for it."

There are still some things Jiang Li hasn't said.

Ji Wuming will no longer need the Wuming Sword one day, and at that time the Wuming Sword will look for another host. This is the fate of the Wuming Sword for successive sword masters. It seems to like watching the growth of each generation of sword masters it chooses, but he should be the sword master that the Wuming Sword has followed for the longest time, because Jiang Li is the most boring, and he would chat with him when he has nothing to do, and tease this stupid sword spirit for fun.

"I see." Fairy Yue nodded slightly.

"This dress unexpectedly suits you." Jiang Li turned the topic back. He glanced at Fairy Yue from top to bottom, looking at her slender ankles under her skirt. She was still not wearing shoes or socks. Her fair and clean feet were spotless and wrapped in slightly transparent white silk.

It’s really not too astringent.

After spring, summer comes again, and it’s time to eat ice cream again.

Although the full skirt concealed the curve of her slender calves, the corset design also revealed her slender waist. Yue Xianzi's figure was not plump, but her chest had just the right full curve. Jiang Li moved his gaze to her eyes and found that her eyes were a little shy and evasive.

wrong.

"Really?" Fairy Yue muttered softly.

Wait, what am I going to say?

Should I praise her for her good looks to increase her favorability or should I point out her minor flaws to increase her favorability? Which one is the wrong choice?

It seems to be the latter... No, considering her somewhat innocent personality, is it the former or the latter?

It's over, Jiang Li, you're finished. You really don't know how to have a normal conversation with a woman.

"Yeah, it's just a pity that Fairy Yue's figure is a bit off."

Yes, I am a bottom man.

"What... is wrong?" Fairy Yue's voice seemed a little dissatisfied, but even if she was dissatisfied, her tone was soft. Jiang Li glanced from top to bottom. How could he find fault with it?

Let’s have some more quotes, Jiang Xiaoli!

"The legs aren't long enough."

"We are about the same height." Fairy Yue stood up and stood in front of Jiang Li. She was actually quite tall, only a few centimeters shorter than Jiang Li. Jiang Li said confidently, "I'm talking about the ratio of legs to height."

Fairy Yue seemed to feel even more aggrieved. She stretched out her hand and gently lifted the hem of her skirt, lifting it up little by little until the hem was rolled up to her thighs. Jiang Li saw her biting her lips. The white stockings under her skirt wrapped around her slender legs. The hem of her skirt was rolled up to half of her thighs. Her snowy legs were pressed together. She looked at Jiang Li, "Isn't this... enough?"

Don't blush! Don't! Jiang Xiaoli roared in his heart.

"Oh, I was wrong." Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly, "But I always feel like something is missing... Oh, the buttocks are not perky enough."

Fairy Yue's cheeks suddenly turned red, and her eyes stared straight at Jiang Li's face. Jiang Li had an innocent and self-righteous expression on his face. Fairy Yue gritted her teeth and said, "You... are going too far."

"I'm just telling you." Jiang Li suddenly felt a little guilty again.

Fairy Yue's cheeks were so red that they seemed to be dripping with water. She put down her hand holding the hem of her skirt, then picked up the mask beside her and put it on again. Jiang Li asked knowingly, "Why are you wearing the mask again?"

"No reason."

"Why are you still angry?"

"No."

"So stingy." Jiang Li moved closer to Fairy Yue and looked into her eyes. "She is obviously angry. You Lan would never be so stingy."

"I'm just stingy!" Fairy Yue stood up, and then... walked out of the pavilion. Jiang Li sat there, watching her leave, and scratched his head helplessly.

Alas, it’s all your fault, Jiang Xiaoli.

How unromantic! How despicable!

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Return to the courtyard.

When Jiang Li arrived, Youlan was sitting quietly in the courtyard. Jiang Li came to sit beside her, but as soon as he sat down, Youlan moved and said, "Stay away from me."

Jiang Li looked at her innocently. The two stared at each other for about a second or two. Youlan sneered, "This person never blushes when he lies."

"Where did I lie?"

"I said someone, not you."

"You are talking about me. How could I lie to you?" Jiang Li looked even more righteous at this moment.

"Senior Sister Yue's dress looks really familiar."

"Hey, if you like it too, I have something suitable for you." Jiang Li began to rummage through his storage space, and Youlan's eyes were so cold that they were about to freeze.

"No."

"I really didn't hook up with her." Jiang Li looked up at Youlan's eyes innocently, "You misunderstood."

"is it?"

"Look, there are people who are deliberately making things difficult for Fairy Yue today, and I didn't even step forward to help."

"Because you can't beat him."

"If it were you, even if I couldn't beat him... I would definitely stand in front of you and bite off two pieces of his flesh."

"Are you a dog?"

"Wang Wang Wang."

Youlan pushed Jiang Li's face away, but the coldness in her eyes gradually melted. She stretched out her hand and pinched Jiang Li's chin with her slender jade fingers. "If you really didn't mean it, then why did Fairy Yue take off her mask only in front of you?"

"Because I will not be affected by her demonic body. Which woman doesn't want others to praise her beauty? She doesn't want to wear a mask all day long, and no matter what expression she makes, no one can detect it, like a stiff puppet."

"I always feel that... there seems to be something unusual in the way Fairy Yue looks at you."

"The way I look at you is never ordinary."

"Really? Dogs look at everyone the same way as non-dogs do?"

"A puppy looks different when he looks at his master." Jiang Li came closer to her again, his eyes showing no shame at all. On the contrary, Youlan was a little overwhelmed by his gaze and turned her face away in panic, "You are becoming more and more shameless."

"Hey, I'm just trying to cheer you up." Jiang Li smiled helplessly, "Will you dance at the sect celebration tomorrow?"

"will not."

"Oh, what a pity."

"How about I draw you in tomorrow's ink painting competition?"

"not good."

"Really bad?"

“That’s not good.”

"Okay, stingy guy." Jiang Li sighed helplessly, but suddenly grabbed Youlan's hand gently, "I had a dream this morning."

"Go to hell."

"I dreamed that I kissed you in my dream."

"Go to hell."

"Dreams are always the opposite, so I guess you'll kiss me today."

"You should continue to dream."

After Youlan said this, Jiang Li in front of her closed his eyes.

One second, two seconds.

Jiang Li seemed to feel her breath spraying on his cheeks, but in the end Youlan's lips still did not fall. After several seconds, he slowly opened his eyes. Youlan in front of him was folding her arms across her chest, looking at him coldly, with a teasing smile on her lips, "You think you are so ridiculous."

"If it can make you laugh, it might not be a bad thing." Jiang Li laughed. Just as he was about to say something else, a guest came to the courtyard.

It’s Jun Wenning.

Chapter 428: Chapter What are you afraid of?

Jun Wen Ning came and stood in front of Jiang Li.