Peerless Martial Soul

"Ahhhh, you disgusting stinky man, take your hand off me! I feel goose bumps all over my body by touching it, are you nauseous?"

"what?"

Chen Feng jumped up with a violent spirit. He was shocked in his heart and looked around in a very alert manner.

But he did not find anyone in this hall!

Chen Feng shouted in a deep voice: "Which friend is hiding here, come out! What kind of ability to hide your head and show your tail!"

"Ha, brat..."

The voice rang again just now, and Chen Feng heard it clearly this time. It was a little girl's voice, crisp and immature.

She giggled, her voice full of triumph: "Come on, don't look around like a goose, I'm in your hands now!"

"in my possession?"

Chen Feng turned his gaze suspiciously. He only saw the long knife in his hand. Thinking of this, Chen Feng suddenly moved in his heart: "Say, you are this knife?"

"Yes, you are not so stupid, you dumb goose!"

The voice said with a grin: "I live in this knife now!"

"Then, are you a human or a ghost?" Chen Feng asked.

"Bah, you are the ghost!" the voice of the immature girl said angrily.

"Since it's not a ghost, I'm relieved." Chen Feng patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Feng suddenly remembered some rumors that Yan Qingyu had told himself before, and then thought of the fight for the knife by those people in black, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "You, is it possible that you are the spirit of this knife? ?"

Yan Qingyu once said that some magic weapons, those above very, very tyrannical weapons, will produce weapon spirits.

Artifacts are like human souls, they are intelligent creatures, conscious, wise, and some are not even lost to humans.

A magic weapon with a weapon is far more powerful than a weapon without it.

However, it is very, very difficult for a magic weapon to generate a weapon spirit. Not only must the level be at least the level of a treasure, but also there are some special circumstances!

Yan Qingyu once said that even if Qian Yuanzong was as large as Qian Yuanzong, there was no magic weapon in the entire sect.

Chen Feng didn't expect that he could get one, how could he not be ecstatic?

He shouted: "Yes, it must be. If you are not a tool spirit, how can you drive a long knife to cut that knife by yourself! Ha, the general magic weapon will exist for thousands of years. Doesn't it mean that you are already several? Thousand years old?"

"You are the spirit!"

"You are only thousands of years old!"

Qi Ling exclaimed angrily.

"I'm a human, a serious person! You are the best! You idiot, goose."

Obviously, what Chen Feng said just now didn't know how to poke her sadness, but this immature female voice didn't know how to swear, just those few sentences over and over again. After being scolded by her, Chen Feng not only didn't get angry, but found the voice very cute.

While talking, she suddenly burst into tears.

"Unexpectedly, I won against Ziyue. As the proud girl of heaven, I actually fell to this point. Ah... I knew that I would not touch this knife if I killed it. Mother Lord... Lord Lord... Where are you? Come and save me, I don't want to be trapped in this knife!"

"In this, I can't eat good food, wear beautiful clothes, can't catch butterflies... There is also a shameless goose that touches me..."

The cry was miserable, and those who heard it wept.

Chen Feng was in a cold sweat: "Hey, this, this... I didn't know you were in the knife..."

He didn't know what to do, and said quickly: "Oh, don't cry, this, I didn't mean it before."

Win Ziyue no matter what, still crying.

Chen Feng suddenly took her into her arms, and Qu Huashang was furious: "Let go, you stinky rascal, big idiot."

Chen Feng whispered: "Don't move, someone is coming outside."

He faintly felt a tyrannical breath, passing over the canyon.

Winning Ziyue was so excited, she didn't dare to cry anymore.

A tyrannical breath continued to approach, and soon he came to the side of the canyon. Chen Feng felt that he was no more than 100 meters away.

Chen Feng held his breath and suppressed the qi, so that there was no breath in the body, like a dead object, a stone.

The huge breath, gradually approaching, and very familiar, is exactly the breath of Zhang De.

The sharp ones seem to stab people, like sharp arrows.

What Chen Feng was most afraid of at the moment was that the little thing in his arms made a sound, but fortunately, although the long knife was trembling all the time, it was at least quiet.

The footsteps were light and heavy, far and near, and Chen Feng could even sketch this scene in his mind: "Zhang De is walking around the top of the canyon, peeking around."

Finally, the footsteps faded away, and the huge breath disappeared without a trace.

Ying Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to speak, suddenly Chen Feng grabbed her again.

"Ah, rascal, you let me go..."

"Don't move, Zhang De is very suspicious and will go back and forth."

Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, suddenly the tyrannical breath came again.