The wolf flying sword lying in the return furnace was very unhappy, and when a cup of calcination came out, he met such a rude monk, and he didn't even ask himself if he agreed, so he reached out to get it, and didn't give him a lesson, this dead bald head didn't know how powerful the emperor-level spiritual weapon was. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Speaking of Chen Yi's bald head, it was this guy who had gradientd himself again and returned to his original appearance. Although his clothes were still very dirty and torn, he knew at a glance that he was a monk. Chen Yi thinks it's better to be bald, refreshing!

Therefore, the first feeling for the flying sword is that Chen Yi is a sloppy monk.

But Feijian never thought that such a rude and down-and-out monk would have such a terrifying cultivation. Moreover, the spiritual power released has the power of a king, which makes it awe-inspiring.

However, awe is awe, and the flying sword is not a soft persimmon, you can pinch it as much as you want. Anyway, it is also a rare emperor-level spiritual weapon, and it naturally has an arrogant heart.

So, not to be outdone, the flying sword flew up directly, rushed out of the return furnace, and at the same time released a powerful sword power and pounced towards Chen Yi.

"Yes, yes, it's a good sword. Chen Yi felt the sword power of the flying sword, not only was he not angry, but he was very excited. This is the first weapon he has created, it is a royal-level spiritual weapon, and it is so individual, can you be happy?

Of course, Chen Yi has not forgotten that this baby flying sword has not yet recognized itself as the master, and it has to be subdued. If you don't pay attention and let this little guy run away, who will cry to?

Therefore, Chen Yi increased his spiritual power again, created a small enchantment, and enveloped himself and the flying sword, and first ensuring that the flying sword could not fly away was the most important thing.

Chen Yi didn't expect it at all, so he casually showed his hand, but he received unexpected results.

The arrogance of the flying sword, at the moment when Chen Yi created the small enchantment, was gone. Just floating in mid-air, unwilling to give in.

Seeing this, Chen Yi really wanted to laugh a few times, and he didn't intend to insert willows into the shade, so he was really not too surprised. Why did this happiness come so suddenly?

Chen Yi controlled the ecstasy in his heart, took a long deep breath, and then floated towards the flying sword, reaching out to take it.

"Go back!"

Suddenly, a coquettish shout sounded, and Chen Yi was so frightened that he really took a few steps back, his face full of confusion. In this ghost place, in addition to himself, the book spirit, and Xiaobai, where are there talking creatures?

And, listen to the voice, this is a girl. Even if it's yelling, it's still spicy and sweet. It is estimated that the person is also good-looking, and the monk can still take a soak.

It's a pity that Chen Yi thinks too much. Where can I see a beautiful woman or something? Except for him, there is not half a figure.

Swish!

Just when Chen Yi was very puzzled, the flying sword suddenly changed, a purple light burst out from the sword body, and quickly condensed and deformed in mid-air, and soon had the body characteristics of a human being, and it was really a woman.

Chen Yi was stunned, and the two bull's eyes rolled away, as if they wanted to see through the light that wrapped the body, and take a look at the woman inside, whether it was beautiful or not.

Of course, Chen Yi was just thinking about it, he was not stupid, he knew that this person was the sword spirit of the flying sword. The coquettish shout just now must have come from the mouth of this sword spirit.

After a while, the condensation of the sword spirit was completed, and the light of the wrapping faded, revealing the main body.

"I'm going to be so charming, do you want to be so charming? It's over, will Lao Tzu make a mistake?" ”

Although Chen Yi didn't speak, he was already shouting frantically in his heart, and he simply hated that his eyes were too small to see enough of the sword spirit. His throat rolled up and down, making a gurgling sound.

This can't be said that Chen Yi hasn't seen a beautiful woman, but the beauty of this sword spirit is too rebellious. She looks like she is no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but she has the figure of a mature woman. It can be said that it is a child-faced type of troublemaker.

Also, the sword spirit is petite, and his height will not exceed one and a half meters, so it should be very easy to hold it. And the long hair that was simply draped over the shoulders, and occasionally a few strands fluttered in the wind, it was called a divine temptation!

At this moment, Chen Yi has no other words in his heart, only one can remind him, and that is Lori! If he had to add a modification in front of this word, Chen Yi hoped that it would be the word 'small'.

"Have you seen enough?"

Sword Spirit spoke coldly, a little disappointed with Chen Yi's performance. Just by that look and expression, you can guess that this dead bald head must be a flower monk, not a Buddhist person who is dedicated to cultivation.

Chen Yi shook his head, sobered himself up, and smiled embarrassedly before saying, "What, you really can't blame me, just because you are so beautiful." Not to mention men, even women, after seeing you, they will be attracted. ”

"Flim tongue!" Sword Spirit glanced at Chen Yi, and he didn't eat him at all.

But although this is a reproach, because of the sweetness of his voice, it is also a pleasure for Chen Yi to sound. I wish the sword spirit kept talking, don't stop. So, the guy hurriedly accosted: "No, no, the monks don't speak, you are really beautiful." ”

"Am I beautiful or not, and have a relationship with you?" Sword Spirit still said coldly: "Your cultivation realm has been recognized by me. However, if you want me to recognize you as Lord, you still need to have the heart of a king, can you have it?"

As soon as Chen Yi heard this, he immediately put away his hippie smile and said, "This Holy Venerable will definitely go through the Great Thousand Planes and become the king of the ancients!"

When he said this, Chen Yi's momentum rose sharply, where is he still that rotten monk of Shi Cai? This momentum, if he didn't really have the heart of a king, he would definitely not have it.

But the sword spirit was always reluctant to recognize such a sloppy guy as the master, and snorted coldly: "With cultivation, you will definitely be able to create this kind of momentum, not counting that you really have the heart of a king." Unless, you sacrifice your heart's work, I'll see if the requirements are met. ”

Chen Yi knew that the sword spirit was too beautiful, and he was too disgusting now, so it was inevitable that people would look down on him, and he tried to find a reason to shirk it. Therefore, without saying a word, he immediately mobilized his spiritual power and forced out a drop of Origin Blood in his heart, which flowed out from the center of his eyebrows and floated towards the sword spirit.

Don't look at the blood the size of a soybean, but for cultivators, it is very precious. Only after reaching the True Immortal level will you have the Origin Blood.

Although Chen Yi was already a seventh-turn golden immortal, his origin and hard work were not much, only five. This time I made one, which was equivalent to one-fifth of his life, which made him a little prostration, and his originally ruddy face became a little pale. On his forehead, there were also a lot of beads of sweat.

The sword spirit was not polite, and directly reached out to catch Chen Yi's hard work, wanting to use the unique way of the spirit weapon to test whether the guy in front of him was really worthy of recognizing himself.

"It's ......"

The moment the sword spirit caught the painstaking effort, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked very surprised. And the two big watery eyes looked at Chen Yi seriously, as if they would not stop until they had a thorough look at the monk.