A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 218: Win the purple moon

The 218th chapter wins the purple moon

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

"Huh?"

Chen Feng jumped up with a sharp spirit, shocked in his heart, and looked around very guardedly.

But he didn't 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 the head and show the 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 pride: "Okay, don't look around like a goose, I'm in your hands now!"

"In my hands?"

Chen Feng looked away 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 dumb goose, you are not so stupid!"

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 angrily said.

"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 this knife by those people in black, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "You, is it possible that you belonged to this knife? Is it smart?"

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

Like the human soul, it is an intelligent creature, conscious, wise, and some are not even defeated by humans.

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

However, for a magic weapon, it is very, very difficult 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!

At the beginning, 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 yelled: "Yes, it must be. If you are not a tool spirit, how can you drive a long knife to cut out that knife by yourself! Ha, ordinary magic weapons will exist for thousands of years, doesn't it mean, How many thousand years old are you?"

"You are the instrumental spirit!"

"You are only a few thousand years old!"

Qi Ling exclaimed angrily.

"I am a human, a man of integrity! You are the best! You idiot, goose."

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

While speaking, she burst into tears.

"Unexpectedly, I won 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 him. Mother... Lord 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, can't wear beautiful clothes, can't catch butterflies...There is also a shameless goose who is touching me..."

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

Chen Feng sweats coldly: "Hey, this, this... I didn't know you were in the knife before..."

He was at a loss and said quickly: "Hey, don't cry, this, I didn't mean it before."

I don't care about winning Ziyue, still crying.

Chen Feng suddenly took her into her arms, 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 gave a shock, and didn't dare to cry anymore.

A tyrannical aura kept approaching, and soon he came to the side of the canyon. Chen Feng felt that he was no more than a hundred meters away from him.

Chen Feng held his breath and suppressed the qi~IndoMTL.com~ 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.

Chen Feng's most fear at the moment is that the little thing in his arms makes a sound, but fortunately, although the long knife has been trembling all the time, it is at least quiet.

The footsteps are light and heavy, far and near, Chen Feng can 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, when suddenly Chen Feng grabbed her again.

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

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

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