Although Zhao Yun was unconscious, her hand was still firmly holding onto the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword without loosening the slightest bit.
The green-clothed woman's eyes emitted a mysterious and unfathomable light. She bent down her beautiful figure and gently stretched out her jade-like hand to pry open Zhao Yun's tightly clenched fingers.
However, there seemed to be an extremely strong suction force in Zhao Yun's hand. It was unimaginably strong and did not allow her to succeed so easily. She failed to pry open her hand, and the dark ancient sword was still lying firmly in Zhao Yun's palm.
She was slightly surprised and exclaimed. She silently circulated her divine power and a red light floated in her palm. She tried to pry open Zhao Yun's palm again and shouted, "Open!"
The divine power took effect and Zhao Yun's palm immediately loosened. The Mighty Fighting Divine Sword also followed suit.
The woman sighed faintly, "The thousand-year-old divine sword has been wandering for a long time. Its dazzling edge has been hidden until now. Mighty Fighting Divine Sword, I will bring you back now. "She gently stretched out her hand and grabbed the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword.
The pure Yin aura on the scabbard was chilling. Mortals could not get close to it, but it did not seem to affect her at all.
She stood up and looked at Zhao Yun again. She scolded, "Ugly fellow, you really blinded me." She turned her head and was about to leave. Suddenly, a scorching and vigorous force attacked her right hand that was holding the sword. In her haste, she was unable to deal with it and let go of her hand without thinking.
"Roar!"
An ancient dragon's roar resounded through the sky and shocked the woman's beautiful eyes.
The Mighty Fighting Divine Sword shone with a dazzling golden light, revealing an unworldly tyrannical aura. It flew away without being driven. As if it had a consciousness, it slowly flew into Zhao Yun's hand.
Once the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword was in Zhao Yun's hand, it was strange. The dragon's roar immediately disappeared and the golden light dissipated. It still quietly accompanied Zhao Yun.
"This is?"
The woman had never thought that she would encounter such a situation. She suddenly became a clay sculpture and lost all her charm. She pursed her lips tightly and said, "How can it be? How can it be?"
She stood there in a daze for a moment before an extremely strange smile appeared on her face. She naturally muttered to herself, "Zhao Yun, what ability do you have to actually make it recognize you as its master? Fine, Mighty Fighting Sword, since you have no intention of hiding your name, I will follow your wishes. I hope that ugly fellow Zhao Yun won't make you happy for nothing. "
She couldn't help but look at Zhao Yun's unconscious face again. She looked at her faintly discernible eyebrows and the terrifying deep scar. She didn't know what she was feeling, but she suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She chuckled and said, "Qin Shihuang's descendant actually gave birth to a Zhao Yun. It seems like this world will definitely be very interesting. I'm thinking of something to do, so I might as well play with this ugly fellow. At the same time, I'll take a look at its eyesight and see if it's wise enough to recognize a hero, or if it's completely muddled. "
Her eyes flickered, and her lithe body floated into the air. She looked into the distance and saw that ten miles away, the hundreds of remnant soldiers of the Fanyun Stronghold were galloping wildly on their horses. She silently activated her tyrannical divine skill and flicked a ball of dark green vital energy from her onion tube. She pouted her small mouth in dissatisfaction, "Zhao Yun, this ugly fellow, is really useless. I have to practice medicine for three days again."
The personal guards of the Fanyun Stronghold were scared out of their wits by Zhao Yun. They urged their horses to flee. When they were ten miles away and saw that Zhao Yun didn't chase after them, they were slightly relieved. They talked to each other to boost their courage, but they still felt unsettled.
One of them said, "You scared me to death. Do you think that fellow is really Zhao Yun? It's like he knows witchcraft. We can clearly see him drawing his sword, but we can't dodge at all. "
Another person said, "That's right. Why did we provoke that fiend? Even Big Brother was killed by his sword. What kind of ability do we have? We still want to take his head as a reward. Our brains are simply full of shit. "
Another person forced a smile, "Who cares if he's Zhao Yun or not? Anyway, we can't afford to provoke him, so we can hide from him! This time, I can save my life because I often pray to Buddha and ask for scriptures. " He felt that reciting scriptures after killing people was quite similar to crying cats and crying rats. But at this moment, he was safe and sound. It was enough to show that God and Buddha were spiritual. It seemed that he had to pray more in the future.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill behind his head. He turned around in confusion, only to see a large mass of dark green air whizzing towards him. He couldn't help but be puzzled and shouted, "Everyone, turn back????"
Before he could complete the word "turn back", the dark green air mass suddenly expanded and enveloped all the minions.
A breeze blew, and the green air disappeared. It was empty.
These hundreds of burly men and their tall and strong horses disappeared mysteriously, as if they had never existed. There was no trace of them left.
"Ugly fellow, why aren't you waking up? Are you pretending to be unconscious and irresponsible? Are you still a man? "
Zhao Yun was in a daze when he heard someone chattering in his ear. He shouted irritably, "So noisy! Who's the irresponsible one? "
When he opened his eyes, he saw the girl in green lying by the bed, looking at him gloomily. He was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, and there was a wisp of fragrance lingering on the quilt.
The girl screamed, "Why aren't you getting up? You're lying on my bed and my quilt. Are you trying to be irresponsible?"
Zhao Yun remembered that he was about to kill this girl with a sword, but he was knocked out by her. He couldn't help but wonder, "She deliberately instigated the minions to kill me. Why didn't she kill me after knocking me down?"
He moved his arm and suddenly realized in surprise, "My shoulder doesn't hurt anymore!" He clenched his fist and felt full of strength. The internal injuries caused by Madame Haitang were all healed.
Zhao Yun looked at the girl in confusion. He couldn't tell whether she was a friend or an enemy. For a moment, he didn't know how to treat her. He stuttered, "You, you?"
The girl said angrily, "You what? You ugly fellow. I saved you out of kindness, but you don't know what's good for you. You made my quilt bloodstained. How am I supposed to sleep? Change your clothes first, then come to the room next door to find me. "After saying that, she didn't wait for Zhao Yun's reply and floated away.
Under the dim candlelight, Zhao Yun looked down. The clothes on his body were bloody and torn into pieces. He couldn't see anyone anymore. He saw a set of clothes prepared by the bed and carefully checked it. After confirming that there were no hidden weapons or poisons, he finally felt relieved.
The clothes fit him well, but the color was bright and painted with flowers and birds. It wasn't to his taste. He frowned and reluctantly put it on.
Zhao Yun put on the clothes. He wasn't in a hurry to go out. He carefully thought about the girl's intention, "What is this girl's intention? Why did she not only change from wanting to kill me to saving me in such a short time? Even her attitude changed from cold to strange? "
He touched his shoulder and felt no pain. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. He reached out to pull open his collar and turned his head to take a look. He saw that there wasn't a single scar left. He sincerely admired the girl's medical skills, "That waiter didn't lie. This girl's medical skills are really amazing. I don't know what method she used to treat my shoulder injury. It's actually as good as new. The injury on my shoulder is fine, but the injury on my chest was caused by Madame Haitang's mysterious vital energy. Blood clots are difficult to heal, but she was actually able to heal my injured body unknowingly. "
When he thought of Madame Haitang, he suddenly cried out in surprise. He hurriedly recited the four words' lotus nature cleanses itself '. He opened the gentleman's pouch and used his divine sense to explore. He took out the package that Si Jian, the maidservant of Tian Xiang Palace, presented to him.
Zhao Yun hurriedly opened the package and pulled open a few pieces of clothing. Sure enough, he saw the gold-threaded robe lying safely on the bottom layer. He felt relieved. Thinking back to his miserable victory over the bandits of the Turning Cloud Stronghold, he inwardly exclaimed in relief.
It turned out that when Madame Haitang gave him the Bliss Pill that day, he was aroused and took off all his clothes. He even felt that the thin, close-fitting gold-threaded robe was in the way and threw it on the ground.
When he received the package this morning, he saw that the gentleman's pouch was still there. He felt relieved and casually threw the package into the pouch. Afterwards, he hurried on his way to seek treatment for his injuries. He actually forgot to wear the gold-threaded robe that was invulnerable to swords and spears.
Fortunately, he was able to borrow the immense pain from his shoulder injury to kill the Silver Leopard King.
If Zhao Yun wore the gold-threaded robe, he would be invulnerable to swords and spears. However, he would be powerless and unable to gather strength. The Silver Leopard King only needed to chop Zhao Yun's head with his saber and he could only die with hatred.
However, now that Zhao Yun's strength had completely recovered, he could use his mystical sword technique to predict the enemy's movements. To him, the gold-threaded robe was only beneficial and not harmful. It could also slightly make up for the fact that his zhenqi was sealed by the Locking Dragon Pill.
Without any hesitation, Zhao Yun took off the gaudy robe and put on the gold-threaded robe. His gaze swept over the other two robes in the package. Suddenly, his heart stirred.
Although the color of these two robes was plain, the material was soft and smooth to the touch. They should have been made by a master. Zhao Yun clearly remembered that he didn't bring any other clothes. Then, these two robes were specially prepared by Madame Haitang.
When he thought of Madame Haitang, Zhao Yun instinctively felt a wave of revulsion. He only wanted to tear all of these clothes to shreds. However, he had a second thought. "Am I really that narrow-minded? Since I've already made up my mind to kill her, could it be that I don't dare to wear the clothes she prepared? Clothes are clothes. I really shouldn't have held a grudge against her. "
His gaze drifted to the bright red and purple coquettish clothes again. He made up his mind. "No matter what, Madame Haitang's clothes are better than these coquettish clothes."
He immediately put on the white robes. He was afraid that the size wouldn't fit, but he didn't expect that it would fit perfectly. It was as if his body had been measured with a ruler.
Zhao Yun couldn't help but be stunned. He thought to himself, "Could it be that Madame Haitang ordered people to make these clothes overnight? But how could she know????"
Suddenly, Madame Haitang's coquettish red lips and resentful eyes appeared in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but feel upset. He waved his hand and got rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart. He whispered to himself, "Zhao Yun, calm down. There's still a demoness who can't distinguish between good and evil to deal with."
Zhao Yun calmed himself down. He held the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword tightly and walked out of the beautiful woman's boudoir. He knocked on the door next door a few times and shouted, "Miss, if you have anything to say, please say it directly. Zhao Yun has come as promised."
The green-clothed woman in the room chuckled and said, "You're welcome. Come in, come in. I want to see how handsome you will look in the clothes that I have carefully selected for you. "
The clothes were indeed specially made by this woman to humiliate him!
Zhao Yun sneered and pushed the door open. "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. How can I be handsome with a scar on my face?"
The woman smiled and raised her head, only to see Zhao Yun dressed in white. She couldn't help but be stunned and angry.
If his handsome face wasn't disfigured, Zhao Yun's majestic gait would be graceful and elegant to the extreme. However, with his ugly face, his white robes looked neither fish nor fowl and disgusting.
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