Song Yunge was stunned.

Wen Minglou chuckled and said, "Why, don't you want what I give it?"

Song Yunge said: "It's not that I don't want it, it's just that the master's gift is all due to the master's mind, and I don't want to plunder the master's beauty."

"You are real." Wen Minglou shook his head and said, "I think my treasure has been transformed by my mind."

Song Yunge smiled embarrassedly and did not deny it.

Wen Minglou said, "Don't worry, this time I didn't refine it. I just got a treasure, so I'll give it to you."

Song Yunge was immediately secretly happy.

If it is a treasure that has just been obtained and has not been refined, it will save you countless thoughts.

I originally planned to compete for it, but after all, the treasure is touching. Once the news comes out, everyone wants to grab it.

He has to try his best to grab it to get it.

But unexpectedly, it took no effort to get it, and got it directly from Wen Minglou. The sky-blocking formation waved in front of him.

"Let's go." Wen Minglou said: "Follow me to get it."

"Yes." Song Yunge smiled.

Wen Minglou glanced at Zhou Yingying with a red face: "He will go with me, do you want to be with me?"

"I want to see what treasure it is." Zhou Yingying said.

The three of them floated to the yard of Wenming Building.

The two of them went to the martial arts training ground, and Wen Minglou entered the backyard.

Zhou Yingying glared at him fiercely and suddenly came over: "Sneaking, let's see!"

Song Yunge sideways to avoid it and smiles: "I'm afraid of disturbing my senior sister's good things."

"Shut up!" Zhou Yingying snorted: "Look at what level you have practiced!"

Song Yunge's momentum was refreshed.

Zhou Yingying suddenly felt inexplicable pressure.

Song Yunge smiled.

Zhou Yingying took the lead and hummed: "I'm a little good at it, come again!"

Her moves suddenly became light, as if there was an invisible force joining it, urging her faster.

Song Yunge felt a little awkward.

Zhou Yingying's movements were no longer coordinated. Obviously, this invisible power was not her internal force, otherwise it would not have been like this.

As fast as lightning, but not exquisite enough. Song Yunge avoided two moves, gently slid his palm and pressed it to her back, knocking it out.

Zhou Yingying staggered to the ground, blushed and glared at him fiercely.

Song Yunge said: "Senior sister, do you have any treasure?"

"Natural." Zhou Yingying smiled proudly, then realized that there was nothing to be proud of, and this treasure could not help him beat him.

"What treasure?"

"Lightning shuttle." Zhou Yingying took out a shuttle with blue light from her arms and said with a smile: "How?"

This blue light shuttle is only the size of a little finger, with smooth and exquisite curves, and strange patterns appearing.

On her white palm, it soon appeared and disappeared, as if it was about to escape into the void at any time.

"Good treasure!" Song Yunge exclaimed.

He showed an envious look: "It was given by the master, right?"

Zhou Yingying nodded.

Song Yunge nodded with a smile and said nothing.

"What are your eyes!" Zhou Yingying gave him a fierce look, took back the lightning shuttle and snorted: "I just got it now, and I haven't mastered its temperament yet. If I get it, you won't get any advantage!"

Song Yunge nodded.

He realized that Zhou Yingying was not familiar with this shuttle, but she was only able to control it, and once she was skillful and smooth, it was not easy for her to beat her.

Footsteps sounded, Wen Minglou walked slowly and handed a long sword to Song Yunge: "This is it."

Song Yunge took the long sword and felt heavy when he started, and the touch felt very good. His heart then sank, and he actually had the effect of calming his heart.

He looked down at the scabbard, which was a simple scabbard made of strange animal skins, exuding a faint fragrance.

There are no patterns, only the vicissitudes of life.

The hilt of the sword was wrapped in strange silk threads, warm and soft, and it was very similar to the rubber he had seen in his previous life.

He slowly drew his sword.

Silently, a cold air came to my face.

He couldn't help but shivered.

With his current martial arts, he has reached the state of insemination of cold and heat, and no matter how cold the weather is, it will not make him shivering.

This is because the cold air of this sword penetrates the bone marrow and crosses the defense of blood and energy.

The sword-body is black**.

It was like the sword body was covered with ink, but it did not completely cover the snowy light of the sword body, and there was a trace of light in the darkness.

This black luster exudes a sharp and cold air, without any restraint and awesome spirit.

"This sword is a black falcon, how about it?" Wen Minglou said with a smile.

Song Yunge exclaimed: "Good sword!"

Wen Minglou said: "It is indeed a good sword. It depends on whether you can control it. If you can't control it, you will be hurt by it."

Zhou Yingying was curious: "How could it be hurt?"

"It will destroy one's will and become more and more bloodthirsty. It can be called a murder weapon and a magic weapon."

"Master, it's so dangerous, let's just forget it, change one."

"One of these treasures, there is only one of them that I have never practiced in my heart, and the others have been practiced, and he disliked."

"Then take some effort to practice again."

"Senior sister, there is no need," Song Yunge shook his head and interrupted her: "Just let's just use this sword, Wu Jun, a good sword!"

"Have you thought about it?" Zhou Yingying frowned: "You need to suppress the ferocity and completely subdue it!"

Song Yunge smiled and said, "I can suppress the Blood Demon's Heaven-Swallowing Art, let alone it, a piece of cake!"

"...Okay." Zhou Yingying didn't say anything more when she saw that he was so sure.

What's more, what the master said is right. The rest has been refined. If you want to re-energize it, it will take too much energy and it will be too difficult.

"Master, then I'll go and find a swordsman to practice." Song Yunge said.

"This sword is extremely sharp and can disturb the other party's mind. When you fail to refine it, it will also disturb your mind." Wen Minglou said: "So it has not been completely refine to unite the mind. Don't draw the sword and use it easily."

"Yes." Song Yunge hugged his fists, turned around and strode away.

He couldn't wait to refine it, and then flew into the world and arranged a large formation of sky-covering.

As for the trip to Dayin Temple ten days later, he had to break the appointment, after all, the sky-blocking formation is more important.

If you have arranged the Great Array of Covering the Sky, you can go to Dayin Temple to see if Monk Haiyun has set up an ambush for himself and wants to surrender himself.

He stayed in his yard for the next two days, and Zhou Yingying came here regularly to deliver food.

In the evening of the next day, he completely took the Wuxia sword into his own, and his mind was connected and there was no barrier.

He smiled and when Zhou Yingying brought the meal, he had a good meal, and then turned into a flying rainbow and disappeared.

The next moment, he had already appeared in the capital's mansion.

He immediately felt something was wrong, and the magic eyes immediately glanced at the entire capital.

Under the night sky, Zhuo Xiaowan and his ladies were stepping above the palace in the air, and white lights fell from the sky like meteors dragging white flames.

He snorted angrily, and the Thunder Moon God Sword soared into the sky, and lightly passed by white lights, killing them.

This is the power of the Thunder Moon God Sword.

Zhuo Xiaowan and the five girls were staring at the sky with a serious face, ready to see clearly the direction of its flash.

I only saw a faint blue light passing by, as if thunders accurately hit the white light, and then the white light dissipated.

They breathed a sigh of relief and knew that these spirits were destroyed.
Chapter completed!