Mixed Miners

Under the control of Yang Ling's thoughts, Chen Feijian flashed in the air, sometimes like a light and shadow shuttle, sometimes like a lotus bloom, sometimes as a dragon, and sometimes as a crane.

With the guidance of Yufu Jianyan, Yang Ling feels that he and Feijian have a feeling of connecting with the soul. It seems that this flying sword is an idea in his own brain. Although this idea is still immature, there are still some oysters, but that It’s just that I’m not completely familiar with Yufu’s swordsmanship, and I practice a lot, and practice makes perfect, and there is no obstacle.

This feeling of connected souls and spirits greatly surpassed the primary feelings of flesh and blood that were only used to control the magic weapon. At that time, the relationship between Feijian and himself was like his own legs and feet. Although it can be used, it can only be used. Do some very simple movements, cut and cut, you can't understand the kind of 360-degree rotating and side kicking, but you can only make a simple dog-legged peeing posture, the unforgettable sorrow will make you Sad to heart.

In addition to the manipulation of the flying sword posture, the biggest thing is the blessing of its power. It turns out that Yang Ling uses the flying sword, which is simply to inject the vitality into the flying sword, and then savagely attack with the physical properties of the flying sword. In this state, he can hardly cut even the shell of the Yuanyuan Yuanxiao, but now that there is a sword, with the support of the power of the spirit, you can activate the array inside the flying sword and transform the input into the spirit. Ten times the increase, and then released through the flying sword.

At this level, the power of the magic weapon can be truly exerted.

Unfamiliar, then practice.

Yang Ling took back the flying sword and then immersed himself in the sword. In the uncomfortable place, he explored the gods into the springs and waited for the springs of the toppings to fall.

Time passes, and blinking is another month.

Yang Ling, sitting on the platform, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up and turned to step out of the gate of Yufudongtian. After a few seconds, his figure appeared on the square in front of the hall of Yuxu Palace.

I saw his hand wave, after a brilliance flashed, a flying sword of four or five meters long and two feet wide was suspended in front of him, and he stepped up.

"咻~"

Feijian released a fierce momentum and vacated, then turned into a bright and clear light, holding him in the sky and disappearing into the sky.

So cool~!

Yang Ling stood on top of the flying sword and opened his arms against the setting sun. The wind and the wind whistling, and the mountain was swaying. This is a happy and happy expectation. He has been waiting for almost a year. Now, he can finally make a push. The legendary sword fairy.

The scenery under the feet passed by.

After flying for a few minutes, the mountain gradually became flat and low. Yangling felt that the scenery below seemed familiar. Not only did it have a two-story building, but there were also electric poles and concrete pavements, and then looked up.

Lying trough~!

How come there is such a big city?

He quickly stopped his body shape, let go of God and read it, suddenly stunned, Laozi is not in the critical space, how can he fly to Chang'an?

Did Laozi accidentally penetrate the array of the eight-pole magic star disk?

Yang Ling was a little embarrassed for a while, feeling that the brain was somewhat deficient in oxygen.

On the way to the surrounding areas of the city, there are still a lot of cars coming and going. At this time, it is the evening hours of work, and countless people come out from the office to look up at the sky and see the sunset that is rare in the early spring.

"Dad~ Look, there are people floating in the sky!" A little girl sitting on her father's shoulder pointed at the sky.

"Hey, is the cartoon more eye-catching? You refer to Dad!"

"There..." The little girl pointed to the outside of the city.

"My day~!" The man’s hand loosened his eyes, and the little girl planted it with a bucket.

"The trough ~! Look, there is a sword fairy in the sky!" Another place in Chang'an City, a guy who is walking suddenly pointed at the sky and screamed.

"Where? Where? Your uncle, really a sword fairy, is on the top of the West!"

"Go, go, I want to worship him as a teacher..."

"Sword is a fart, it is estimated that Linghai Technology has released new flying equipment?"

"It’s so handsome! I want to marry him..." A girl screamed on her mobile phone while she was mad.

......

Big!

Yang Ling, who stood on the flying sword, was shocked by the information he gave back in the mind. He quickly took away the flying sword and disappeared from the air with a flash of his body.

But this can't hide the fact that he used to pull the wind.

Although it was only a minute or two minutes, the small half of Chang'an City was almost sensational, and with a large number of photos and videos spread on the Internet, a legend of Chang'an appeared in the face of swordsman.

Numerous people began to analyze these pictures, because it is a bit far apart, the recent shooting distance is almost one kilometer, and almost all of them are photographed on mobile phones. They are all amateurs, so people’s faces are almost invisible. Shooting a few kilometers away, you can only see a vague little point on the photo.

Although people can't see clearly, but that one is huge, the sword that shines in the sunset, but many of them are clear.

A lot of analysis data shows that this is indeed a plus-plus-large sword. Especially at the moment when Yangling disappeared, the Feijian volley will shrink when it bounces. It is impossible to suspend the aircraft.

Regardless of the excitement of the outside world, Yang Ling has now hid in the courtyard of the system~www.readwn.com~ But he has not recovered from the fear of the previous ones, and he was laughed at by the situation in front of him.

There is a small square table in the center of the yard. There are all kinds of cut ingredients on the table. Yuanxiao meat, bean skin slices, fish and shrimp mud... There are seven or eight kinds of forests, and there is a hot pot in the center of the table. Holding a steel gas cylinder, it was tumbling and tumbling, the red soup was hot, and the whole yard was filled with a strong spicy flavor.

Around the table are crowded with strange human and semi-human creatures. The spider old man dominates one side, leaving Oda Snow, the old man, the kitten sitting in the chair, some with chopsticks, some with forks, and The direct use of the claws, all in the hot pot, all the red face, sweating, sweating, and occasionally lifted the wine glass to touch, Yang Ling saw this, there are several Yufu on the ground Xianjia's wine bottle.

Two egg tarts were at the table, spit a long tongue and watched a few people eat hot pot. Occasionally, there was a call in the mouth, and Oda Snow would throw the hot Yuanxiao meat to it.

Seeing Yang Ling appear, the two eggs ran over with the fleshy butt, and put the meat in front of him, and then looked forward to seeing him. (To be continued.)