Long Feicheng's "naughty" voice came, and Yan Shouyi and Yuan Jiujian fell silent.
The two felt that their intelligence had been insulted.
Yan Shou said angrily: "You idiot, come up quickly. When has it become too serious?"
Long Feicheng felt something was wrong and hid in the sword-making pool and refused to come out: "Hey, you guys agree first, don't get angry, I was just joking."
Yuan Jiujian said coldly: "If you continue to stay in the sword-making pool, the cold water will corrode the Zanpakutō, and your soul will be frozen into ice."
Just as he finished speaking, a black light suddenly shot out from the sword-making pool!
The two of them looked up and saw a long sword that was completely black and had faint blue cracks on its body, floating in mid-air.
Compared with before, the appearance of the Zanpakutō has not changed much, but for some reason, Yan Shouyi always feels that the Zanpakutō has become a little different.
Of course, this difference is to filter out the obscene aura that Long Feicheng brings to the Zanpakutō.
Yan Shouyi thought about it carefully and discovered the difference.
Although the previous Zanpakutō was powerful, it was still a dead thing and lacked a little aura.
And the current Zanpakutō looks so different because of this added aura.
This is probably the difference between peerless magic weapons and ordinary weapons.
A wisp of soul floated out of the Zanpakutō, it was the careless Long Feicheng.
He crossed his legs in mid-air, frowned and asked, "Senior, isn't it true that the Zanpakutō is such a crotch-stretcher, and yet you are still afraid of this cold water?"
Yuan Jiujian smiled and said: "That's natural. The reason why I said that is just to trick you into coming out."
"You are so disrespectful!" Long Feicheng said with a playful smile.
"Xiaolong, how do you feel now?" Yan Shouyi was concerned about the situation of Long Feicheng.
Upon hearing this, Long Feicheng turned into a black light and penetrated into the Zanpakutō's body, and then controlled the Zanpakutō to fly around the room.
"How should I put it? This feeling is wonderful, a bit like being reborn, and I feel that my strength has also improved a lot. After integrating with the Zanpakutō, I can straighten as much as I want, and bend as much as I want.
It can be very hard, or it can be very soft.”
Just describing it in this obscene way was not enough, Long Feicheng also specially performed it.
The originally extremely hard Zanpakutō, under the control of Long Feicheng, could actually bend like a snake. It even danced in mid-air, although it looked a bit funny.
At the same time, Long Feicheng's voice also sounded in Yan Shouyi's mind: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan, call Brother Yan!"
"Why are you putting up the phone?" Yan Shouyi said with a helpless smile.
"Hehehe, we can communicate at any time from now on!" Long Feicheng flew to Yan Shouyi excitedly, "You don't have to pay the phone bill!"
"Go out!"
Yan Shou laughed at Long Feicheng, then reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife.
At this moment, Yan Shouyi felt the surging power from the Zanpakutō, and this power could be used at his will.
"The Zanpakutō contains the evil spirit that Xie Qingcang left behind when he was fighting on the battlefield. This evil spirit should not be underestimated. Not only does it improve my strength, it can even allow Xiaolong to control the enemy by himself." Yan Shouyi
I feel sad in my heart.
With such a peerless magic weapon that can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, it can really kill people's heads from thousands of miles away.
As soon as Yan Shou let go of his hand, the Zanpakutō did not fall to the ground, but floated beside Yan Shouyi.
He turned around and bowed deeply to Yuan Jiujian: "Junior thanks senior for making swords! Senior will always be the honored guest of our folk education!"
Long Feicheng also put aside his previous disrespect and bowed to Yuan Jiujian in a dignified manner: "To thank you for your help, I will take you alone tonight..."
Yan Shouyi quickly covered Long Feicheng's mouth.
Yuan Jiujian sighed: "Everyone wants the sword to be immortal, but there is no time when the sword will not rust. I am old!"
Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng looked at each other and thought to themselves that there was something in this old man's words.
Long Feicheng liked him and said with a smile: "Senior, I have a friend named Lao Jin. He is a descendant of ancient medicine from the Qihuang Sect. He must have some panacea that can restore his glory."
"Then how do you ask for it from him?"
"Junior said, I have a friend..."
"sensible!"
Yuan Jiujian stroked his beard and praised Long Feicheng.
Yan Shouyi felt helpless for a while, if Longfei City was allowed to develop like this, he would be the number one bustard in Rongcheng.
…
After spending the whole night forging the knife, the biggest stone in Yan Shouyi's heart was relieved.
From then on, Long Feicheng was the soul of the Zanpakutō. The two brothers had a common goal, which was to kill the scourge of the national master together.
After settling Yuan Jiujian and Yuan Jianxin, Yan Shouyi dragged his tired body back to rest.
Because early the next morning, there was still a very important matter waiting for him to deal with - receiving the leaders of major civil sects!
This meeting had a great impact, and it can be said that it attracted the attention of the entire Taoist world.
It can be said that the outcome of the meeting between Yan Shouyi and the leaders will directly determine the future direction of the relationship between the two factions.
After the negotiation, everyone is in peace and fighting against the enemy together.
If the negotiation fails, everyone will face each other with swords and swords, and it will be life and death.
Therefore, Wang Jixiang didn't even have time to wait for the results of the knife casting last night. He arranged manpower all night to clean up the folk religion stronghold.
The memorial tablets and white flags were taken away, a red carpet was laid out, and tables and chairs were prepared in the meeting hall. The identity cards of the leaders of the major forces were placed in front of each table, and the seating arrangement was also very particular.
In addition to the five major civil sects, there are also some small organizations with few members in the world.
The members of this first-class organization range from fifty to five hundred. It would be useless to carry out a single organization, but if the folk religion can absorb them all, it will be a considerable force.
After resting for two hours, Yan Shouyi got up at dawn.
Lin Yin and Lin Yu specially sent him a suit tailor-made for him, but Yan Shou just took one look at it and asked them to put the suit away.
How can you wear a suit when a civil sect meets?
Doesn’t this mean you are out of touch with the masses?!
In order to show that he has not forgotten his original intention, Yan Shou rummaged through the box and found the plain coat he wore when he first came to Rongcheng.
Although this suit of clothes was made by Feng Yixuan, it is a bit worn because it has been worn for too long and he has participated in various battles with Yan Shouyi.
But Yan Shouyi didn't care.
These signs of dilapidation just illustrate his dedication to the folk sect.
He was about to let all the leaders see his dedication.
Lin Zitong, with a big belly and a blanket, carefully dressed Yan Shouyi.
She straightened the wrinkled corners of her clothes, then took two steps back and looked at her husband.
Compared with when I met Yan Shouyi in the back alley of the bar more than a year ago, this man seemed to have changed a lot.
She gently touched Yan Shouyi's missing eye, feeling a little distressed.
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Shouyi grabbed Lin Zitong's hand and asked with concern.
Lin Zitong shook his head: "I'm fine."
"Don't be nervous," Yan Shouyi comforted him gently, "You are almost due to give birth. Don't have too many emotional fluctuations. When I solve today's matters, I will contact Yu Luming. It's time to bring my brother's soul back.