At this moment, the exaggerated young man appeared in Chen Bufan's sight again. He was still shouting loudly as before.

"The Soul Transformation Sword is born, come and grab it!"

The soul-transforming sword floated quietly in the sky, with a faint golden light extremely holy, like moonlight. The few rays of ghosts around the sword body were unknown where they were gone, and the sky was very quiet, without any waves or ripples.

Just when Chen Bufan suspected that this was really just a prank, the Soul-Creating Sword fell straight to the ground and steadily fell into the boy's hands. The golden light quickly dimmed until it disappeared.

The boy put away his long sword, sighed, and took a big stroll.

Seeing this scene, Chen Bufan became even more confused.

"If the Soul Transformation Sword is real, why did that young man deliberately attract bees and butterflies to attract people to fight for it? Isn't this very strange?"

"Someone fights like this with all the most popular artifact, while others turn a blind eye to it. The two extreme manifestations are really unpredictable. Could it be that there is something wrong with the Soul-Creating Sword? Or is it that the Soul-Creating Sword only belongs to that young man and cannot be used even if others snatch it away?"

Chen Bufan couldn't help but chase after him curiously. He flew very quickly and stopped the walking boy in a short while.

The boy was not surprised, but smiled slightly, as if he had known that Chen Bufan would chase after him.

"Are you here to take advantage of the situation?"

"I'm just wondering why some people are coveting the soul-transforming sword in your hand, while others are indifferent?"

"What's strange about this? Some people are greedy, while others have no desires and no desires!"

Chen Bufan naturally would not believe the teenager's nonsense. There are many masters in the mysterious capital, and the prevalence of the weak often occurs. In such a place where you speak with your fists, strength is particularly important. If you can have a magical weapon in your hand, it will be like a tiger with wings, and no one will let such a magical weapon pass by.

"What you said is very different from what you did. Since you are already the owner of the Soul Transformation Sword, you shouldn't come out to cheat. You have attracted countless monks to fight, and you are not just trying to get rid of them."

"You are quite interesting. I can't take out my own sword, show it off, and pretend to be a pussy. If they weren't greedy, why would they snatch my sword?"

"Along the way, you shouted that the Soul-Creating Sword has been born, everyone should go and grab it! They will naturally think that the Soul-Creating Sword has no belonging. You are just deliberately induced them."

"I induce them? Haha, it's ridiculous. If I really induce them, why are there still a large number of monks unmoved? In fact, this is easy to explain, it is purely whether there is greed in everyone's hearts."

At this moment, Chen Bufan suddenly thought of something. He glanced at the young man, his whole body was highly alert, and he secretly speculated in his heart: "This guy is definitely not just showing off. It is obvious that he did it on purpose, and the purpose was to attract the attention of monks from all directions and then make them fight. But what happened to the fight is unknown."

Chen Bufan looked at the boy with deep vigilance. He knew that this boy could not be treated with an exaggerated appearance. This man should be a scheming and scheming person.

"Hey, don't look at me with such a vulgar and ambiguous look, okay? I'm not good at this. If you want to find a man, there are all pure men who love grass butts butts."

Chen Bufan Khan: "What's wrong with the monks who fought before?"

"No, what can I do to them, a cultivator in the Tianxu realm? Fight against all the heroes alone?"

"Then why did they disappear after the fight without a trace."

"Who knows? Maybe I'm tired of beating and going home to pick up my wife. Hello, I said, are you all over? Are you very familiar with you? After searching for the roots, I almost told you about the eighteen generations of ancestors." After the boy vented, his expression suddenly changed. He pointed at Chen Bufan, "Maybe you... like me. Oh, my goodness." The boy retreated three feet away, looking lingering in fear.

The boy's words became more and more dodged, and Chen Bufan felt that things were becoming more and more strange. At this time, he suddenly remembered the ghosts that appeared faintly, and suddenly realized it and clenched the fists in his sleeves tightly.

"He just deliberately shouted loudly in front of me, with the purpose of attracting my attention. The soul-transforming sword, as its name suggests, has transformed all the souls of the world. Those monks did not go home to hold their wives but went to the King of Hell to report." Chen Bufan was glad that he had not become greedy.

"I didn't expect that you were so vicious and vicious at such a young age. You killed dozens of monks in just a short time."

"I don't know what you're talking nonsense!"

"You dare to argue, you deliberately use the Soul-Creating Sword to attract them, and then the Soul-Creating Sword to devour their souls."

The truth was revealed, and the boy was not panicked, but was much calmer than before. He played with the soul-transforming sword in his hand and said without rushing: "I haven't had a person as smart as you in the Mysterious City for a long time, but so what about being smart? In the end, I have to die in my hands!"

The boy tore off his hypocritical mask and revealed his true form. At this moment, he seemed to have changed. The cold aura around him was as if the boundless darkness at night could swallow people in an instant. He raised his head and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Realizing the danger, Chen Bufan was ready to attack.

"Oh, I didn't realize that you are actually a monk in the Jinying realm. He is one level higher than me. No wonder he is so confident. It seems that I will be the one who dies here."

Chen Bufan naturally would not be confused by the appearance of the young man: "A monk in the Tianxu Realm can be so prosperous and roaring in a place like the mysterious capital where he speaks with his fists. He must have his own unique features. Perhaps what I see now is not real, and the other party may still have hidden strength."

"Stop talking nonsense, either hand over the soul-transforming sword or keep your life."

"I knew you came for the Soul-Creating Sword. Since you were thinking about it and a gentleman has the beauty of becoming a human being, I will give it to you." As soon as the words fell, the boy threw it hard and threw the Soul-Creating Sword in his hand over. His movements seemed harmless, and the movement of the Soul-Creating Sword was parabola, rather than an aggressive flight method.

The soul-transforming sword shone brightly during the flight, like a meteor passing through the night sky, with golden light extremely holy, and the sword body trembled slightly from time to time.

Chen Bufan's face condensed, and the attack in his hand was pushed out strongly, directly shocking the Soul-Creating Sword.

"Oh! I said why are you like this? You are stopping me blatantly, just to snatch the Soul Transformation Sword? Now I give it to you, and you actually retreated. What's going on? Oh, let's not talk about it anymore. I have a stomachache. Let's go to the ward to feel comfortable first. Don't follow me! I don't have that good time."

Chen Bufan naturally would not give him a chance to leave. His body flashed rapidly like a ghost, and the distance between the two instantly narrowed.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!