Super Golden Eye

Shi Wuhuan sat down angrily on the equipment next to him, don't look too sulking. Shi Wuyu said earnestly:

"Ahuan, I know you are dissatisfied with your dad's decision. But that's our dad after all, so why bother to be more real?"

Shi Wuhuan still didn't speak, and Shi Wuyu couldn't help it: "In any case, you will talk less in the future. I will handle other things."

On the other side, Fang Yang came to the door of Jin Yan and the Seven-armed God King in a bad mood, knocked on the door, and Jin Yan soon greeted him: "Fang Yang? Why are you here at this time?"

Fang Yang replied, "I don't know if it is convenient or inconvenient to ask you for some things."

Jin Yan let Fang Yang into the room: "Come in, there is no convenience or inconvenience. What to drink?"

Fang Yang sat down on the chair and said, "Thank you, no need. I just want to know what the result will be if the soul is complete and it is forcibly merged with a sacred artifact?"

Jin Yan immediately became sensitive: "Why are you asking this? Could it be that whose soul was forcibly sealed?"

Fang Yang nodded: "You can also say that one of my deceased's souls is now sealed in a sacred artifact of light. I want to help him, but I don't know where to start."

Jin Yan thought for a while: "Your deceased person should be a person from the ancient martial arts world, but his soul is sealed in the light sacred artifacts of the West. It must have incompatible attributes. The longer the time, the greater the damage.

Want to save, one is to meet the great opportunity to turn his soul into a pure light attribute, and the other is to find a way to refine the light sacred power on the sacred artifact of light.

Besides, I can't think of any better way. But with all due respect, in the world, it is hard to say whether anyone can do it.

Even if there is a slight mistake, it is possible to damage the soul sealed in it, or even be broken up directly, and there will never be a chance of reincarnation! "

"Like This……"

Jin Yan's words are roughly the same as those of Shi Wuxiangru, Fang Yang can be regarded as confirming the truth of the matter: "It's nothing, you rest, I'm going back."

Fang Yang didn't even know what he wanted to do. In the middle of the night, without the slightest sleepiness, he drove out of Jiangbei Jade City.

Just turning over an artificial bridge, suddenly the little light on the bridge was attracted. Slowly stopping the car, Fang Yang walked over.

On the steps next to the bridge, squatting an old man in common clothes, with white hair and beard, and thin body, smoking a pipe silently there.

The blazing light came from the three-foot-long pipe pot in the hands of the old man, and it looked particularly dazzling in the night sky.

Fang Yang stopped when he reached the steps, and quietly looked at the old man smoking the dry tobacco on the opposite side. The two are five meters apart, which is the critical point for the attack.

Fang Yang couldn't move, the old man in Commoner didn't even look up, as if he hadn't noticed him, he was still there smoking dry smoke, flashing a regular rhythm.

The old man didn't know how long he sat here and how much he smoked. The copper pipe pot in his hand was already burning red, like a little sun.

Fang Yang waited until the old man's bag of cigarettes was finished before slowly speaking, "Are you here to find me?"

The old man in the commoner still did not raise his head, and slowly took out the tobacco from the yellowed pipe at his waist and put it on: "What do you think?"

Fang Yang asked: "I don't know how to call the predecessors? Which aspect does it represent?"

The old man skillfully installed the shredded tobacco, took out two flints, and hit it a few times. A spark fell on the dried shredded tobacco and ignited again.

Fang Yang found that the old man's hands were very large and stable, with calluses on them, very powerful, and at first glance they were masters of foreign skills.

Taking a deep breath of dry smoke, the old man finally raised his head, revealing his face as rough as a rock:

"I can't remember what I am called. People who know me call me Old Monster Yun, and you can call me that.

This time I come to Jiangbei, I want to persuade you not to go to QH again. If you agree, then I will leave immediately, and I will never show up again. "

Fang Yang's eyes narrowed slightly: "I'm sorry, I can't promise you. It's my freedom to go or not, and it is not my turn to make arrangements for me."

Old Monster Yun sighed a little regretfully: "Oh, why bother? The big world, where is bad to go, why do you have to go to QH?"

Fang Yang's answer is very clever: "Since you are here to stop me, then you know why I am going."

Old Monster Yun's body paused for a while, and soon returned to normal: "So, are you not going to change your mind?"

Fang Yang's eyes kept staring at the pipe pot in Old Monster Yun's hand: "You sit here and wait for me, don't you already have your own answer?"

Old Monster Yun nodded slowly: "Yes, I know you won't change your mind easily, so I have to use the most effective method to make you change your mind."

Fang Yang asked: "Do you want to take me away?"

Old Monster Yun shook his head: "Have you never heard that dead people are the most obedient? I'm old, and I can't do such a laborious task to lead people."

Fang Yang smiled: "Are you sure you can win me?"

Old Monster Yun said, "Otherwise, why would I be here?"

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

Fang Yang stopped hesitating, adjusted his breathing, and took a step forward slowly. Old Monster Yun didn't seem to see it, and he didn't even shake the hand holding the pipe pot.

Two steps, three steps... Fang Yang is less than two meters away from Old Monster Yun! When he took another step, the old monster Yun, who had been like a stone sculpture before, suddenly moved!

I saw the copper pipe in Old Monster Yun's hand turned a little, and the unburned ribbon of smoke spurted out with sparks.

The copper cigarette pouch followed, as fast as lightning, covering the seven vital points on Fang Yang's chest! All the movements were done in one go, without any muddle-headedness.

Fortunately, Fang Yang was prepared, although Mr. Yun’s copper pipe was a strange weapon, he did not dare to be careless.

He held the Dragonscale Sword in his hand for the first time, and deliberately lifted it upward. I didn't expect that the Dragonscale Sword, which was usually cut into mud, would only leave a white mark on the copper pipe, without cutting it off!

Fang Yang discovered that Old Monster Yun obviously only had the strength of the mid-Tian-rank stage, but he was able to do a lot of hard work, and coupled with the strange smoke pot in his hand, he could actually compete with the strength of the late-Tian-rank masters!

But Fang Yang didn't dare to get too close. Who knows if there is any other mystery in the skyrocketing fireworks?

Out of safety considerations, Fang Yang took two steps back, trying to put himself in a safe position, and at the same time beware of boss Yun's backhands.

Anyone who uses this kind of strange weapon will have his own unique moves, and he dare not move in vain until he finds out the reality.

Although Fang Yang has now broken through the heavens and his strength has advanced by leaps and bounds, he does not want to expose his true strength prematurely.

The QH trip that is about to take place is the real test. If you leave a little more hole cards now, you will have a better grasp at that time.

But Old Monster Yun is an old You Tiao, and he has a good grasp of fighter opportunities. With Fang Yang's retreat, Old Monster Yun immediately followed him, hiding behind the sky full of fireworks, and the long copper pipe was beaten, making the offensive more fierce!

Fighting between masters often only changes the situation in an instant. Fang Yang had missed the opportunity, and it was the first time he encountered such a strange move, and he was a little overwhelmed.