"Who are you?"

Ye Ning, who had just been on the line between life and death, became more cautious and asked loudly. [ ]

Ye Miao looked at Ye Ning, who was suddenly talking to himself, and said, "Fifth brother, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Ning did not answer his elder brother's question, and the magical voice in his mind rang again: "You don't need to speak, just think in your mind, and you can talk to me."

"Who are you? Where are you?" Ye Ning calmed down, and after seeing more of the monk's methods, he gradually became able to accept some weird things.

"Me?" The voice said somewhat sadly: "I am the weapon spirit now, inside your so-called Silver Roc Sword!"

"Weapon Spirit? What is Weapon Spirit? Is it a ghost?"

The voice smiled bitterly and said: "Haha, I forgot, you are just a novice monk, what do you know about weapon spirits? Let me tell you this, any magic weapon with a weapon spirit, no matter what the level of the first acquaintance, will one day grow into

A sacred weapon!"

"Holy weapon?"

"Ahem, forget it, you are not just ignorant. The magic weapons used by monks are divided into magic weapons, treasure weapons, holy weapons, and divine weapons from low to high. In addition, there are ancient spiritual weapons that have existed since ancient times."

When Ye Ning heard this, he was overjoyed and said: "In other words, my Yinpeng sword will one day become a holy weapon?"

"Hmph." The voice seemed to be angry and said: "What Yinpeng sword? Our Lin clan and Tianpeng clan are mortal enemies from birth. How can you call this Yinlin sword Yinpeng sword?!" After a while, that

The voice said again: "Oh, I remembered, you kid is here to commemorate that Chen Feipeng! He is still a loyal person. But who is Chen Feipeng? I don't even bother to talk to him!"

Ye Ning hesitated, he didn't believe Qi Ling's words.

Who is Chen Feipeng? The most outstanding disciple of Mingzong, who owns the sub-sacred weapon "Linglong Luotian Pagoda"!

The weapon spirit didn't even bother to talk to him, so why would the weapon spirit talk to him?

"Kid, stop thinking." Qi Ling said with a smile: "Your spiritual power is not enough for me to breathe. The main reason why I am talking to you is because of the sword on your waist!" Qi Ling's voice trembled.

, seemed particularly nervous: "Is that sword the legendary Jinlin Sword?"

"Yes, the Golden Lin Sword."

"The Holy Ancestor appears, and the Golden Lin Sword finally reappears in the world!" The voice of the weapon spirit suddenly became louder, and seemed extremely excited: "The ancestor of our Lin tribe is sealed in the Golden Lin Sword, one of the six sacred beasts that existed in ancient times.
Chapter completed!