Wet.
Some warm smell.
It feels...it seems pretty good?
Zhao Yang, who was sneak attacked by someone, blinked, then pushed Shen Bing mercilessly and pressed Shen Bing against the wall again.
The sword seal flashed between the eyebrows, and the pure Yang sword soul appeared in Zhao Yang's pupils.
"I don't want to ask again."
"Is Sword Immortal angry?"
"..." Zhao Yang increased his strength in his hand.
"I'm so scared. The angry look of Lord Sword Immortal is really scary."
As he said this, Shen Bing's expression had not changed at all. When he was about to be cut off his neck, his figure suddenly flashed, and his whole person turned into starlight and broke away from Zhao Yang's control.
Then....
"Certainly!"
With a light shout, the next second, Shen Bing's figure was pulled out of the starlight.
Feeling the space around which was almost twisted by the sword energy, Shen Bing's face showed a hint of helplessness: "I have used Ningxing's shadow, Lord Sword Immortal."
"You are not Shen Bing." Zhao Yang whispered behind her.
"Why am I not me?" Shen Bing looked at Zhao Yang curiously and asked, "You are not really like what Li Gang said. I think I feel distorted in my heart, right?"
Zhao Yang: "???"
What the hell?
Why did it still touch Li Gang?
Seeing Zhao Yang's crappy appearance, Shen Bing chuckled: "Just in the afternoon, he said his home was haunted and called me."
Zhao Yang: "..."
Although there were tens of thousands of alpacas running by in her heart, Zhao Yang still stared at her eyes coldly on his face: "Don't change the topic."
"Uh... do I have it?" Shen Bing asked in a blink of an eye.
"What do you think?"
"Well, okay, since Lord Jianxian doesn't believe me, then... I will give the three tickets for the Wutong Fairy Boat in my hand to someone else."
While speaking, Shen Bing, who was imprisoned, smiled and took out a few gold stamping posts carved from his sleeves, and shook them in front of Zhao Yang.
"Hmm?" Zhao Yang looked out of his mind and glanced at him.
real?
Is it really a ticket to Wutong Fairy Boat?
"Ha, you said I was fake, but this ticket wasn't fake, right?"
As he said that, Shen Bing handed the ticket in his hand to Zhao Yang.
On the opposite side, Zhao Yang hesitated for a moment, let go of her confinement, took the ticket and checked it.
It's true.
Not only does it contain the mark of Wutong Wan, but it also has the aura of the Xuanniao clan, so it is impossible to be fake.
Or, even if the ticket is fake, the Wutong Fairy Boat will admit it with the breath left by the mysterious bird above?
Such an idea suddenly flashed through Zhao Yang's mind.
However, Shen Bing's next move dispelled Zhao Yang's remaining thoughts.
"Well, there are these two small toys that you promised you. Do you still want them?"
Just like a magic trick, Shen Bing took out a pair of bronze decorations from his cuffs.
It was a pair of bronze cranes the size of a palm, with sword energy overflowing. If the bronze he created itself had not been used to imprison, the sword energy leaked from the bronze cranes could have been demolished!
Seeing the bronze crane, Zhao Yang took a deep breath.
He didn't say anything anymore. After taking the crane, he casually stroked his eyebrows.
At the sword seal, a drop of blood fell down with a pure color, but like the most brilliant gem in the world.
Tick.
Tick.
Blood dripped on the bronze crane.
The next second, two sword energy surged into the sky!!!
"Quiet!"
A cold snorted from his mouth, and the sword soul of the Pure Yang Immortal Sword in Zhao Yang's pupil showed a hint of pressure, which made the momentum of the two bronze sculptures in a state of riot suddenly stop.
Next second.
However, the sword energy burst out even more violently!!!
"Damn!"
He swears, and as he has no choice but to encourage his true energy to forcefully calm down the spiritual energy caused by the riot of the crane in the room!
However, how could a pair of spiritual riots caused by a pair of sword-cultivating cranes of the Yuanshen level be suppressed by him, a cultivator who had just stepped into the Yuanshen level?
In nearly a moment, all the decorations in the room were swept into dust, which directly caused the Qianyuan Heluo Formation to riot. Relying on the power of the mountains and rivers and dragons, the scope of this spiritual riot was confined to the room...
When everything subsided, Zhao Yang looked at the empty room, the formation text and sword marks caused by the sword energy that were forced to be exposed on the wall, and a little helpless look on his face.
"What are you doing?"
"string!"
In the room, two red-crowned cranes as big as palms shouted, as if they had responded to Zhao Yang's words, then lowered their heads and combed their feathers.
Um.
When you feel embarrassed, spiritual beasts often have much more advantages than monks.
They can pretend to be stupid and scream a few times. Anyway, no one can understand, so they might be able to stumble around...
Will they tell Zhao Yang that the reason why such a big noise just now was because they suddenly felt his sword soul?
I thought that after being sealed for thousands of years, I would have to clean up the mess after coming out, or become the guardian of the lucky Shushan junior... Who would have thought that I would encounter someone who was even more powerful than them?
I just felt the concentration of the sword soul... I definitely have become an immortal sword immortal, okay!
Follow Zhao Yang in this life, they have the hope of becoming immortals!
Facing such big shots, they do not express their own sense of existence. How can they demonstrate their own sense of existence?
As for the riots caused by this... it's drizzling.
The two Yuanshen Cranes were distracted by the chaos they caused, which made Zhao Yang a little disgusted.
Seeing them jumping on the ground like two sparrows, Zhao Yang could not think of any other adjectives to express his mood except toothache.
You really treat yourself as a pet???
What do you want to make a fuss!!!
He lifted the two cranes one by one, ignoring the other party's expression "You want to make trouble?", Zhao Yang turned around and walked out.
Walk to the door and open the door.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yang still whispered:
"No matter who you are, I have promised this love."
The sound was not loud, but it was enough for the people in the house to hear it.
After saying this, Zhao Yang opened the door and walked downstairs.
Whether Shen Bing is true or false is not in his plan. He needs these two unclear spirit beasts to understand the current situation. As for feeding, it is their parents' business.
I remember my dad said a few days ago that he wanted to raise a few birds and listen to the sound?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yang lowered his head and looked at the two small ones in his hand with a strange look.
"The soul level is a bit dangerous...
It's okay.
At worst, you can be a more secure bird cage..."
On this side, Zhao Yang was heartless and planned to use the two "old seniors" of his soul to his father as a toy. On the other side, "Shen Bing" who was finally no longer threatened, a bright smile appeared on his face.
With one hand, he clicked on the black frame. Looking at the influence of flashing in front of him, "Shen Bing" stretched his waist and said to himself lazily:
"Well, Shen Bing said that he will never lie to you...
Chapter completed!