The three heads of Yang Wei looked at each other and saw the words "unreliable" from each other's eyes.

Zhenjun Yang Jing was even more straightforward and sneered, "Not to mention whether it is a magical weapon, even if it is a magical weapon, what a proud existence is the magical weapon spirit? How could he be so silly and slapped with a mortal monk and not let go? There must be any conspiracy in this."

It is not impossible to pay back, but there are always reasons behind it. For example, the old man with gold fingers living in the ring, who is sincere to the hero and practices, not for the purpose of resurrection, inheriting the mantle, avenging revenge... or other purposes. Otherwise, if it is not a relative or accustomed, who will work hard to be good to strangers?

Could it be that it is really targeted poverty alleviation and does good deeds without paying?

They suspected that this guy who called himself "the magical spirit" was the old immortal soul who was sinister and tried to seize the body.

The head of Yang Wei's eyes were slightly dark, and his fingers gently tweaked the sword spikes hanging on the hilt of the sword around his waist.

If something is wrong, he draws his sword to physically destroy the fake spirit.

Zhenjun Yang Jing also pulled Yutan back.

This is the first time Yutan has seen this beautiful "senior sister" up close.

Taking her beauty almost made me crazy for a moment.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Yangxiao."

Yutan crossed his hands and thanked him softly.

Yang Jingzhenjun rolled his eyes and said, "What are you grateful for? Do you see if Senior Brother Bao is taking over by the old guy?"

Yutan inexplicably felt that the aura of this "Senior Sister Yang Xiao" rolled her eyes similar to that of Senior Brother Yang Jing, and her essence was exactly the same as that of Brother Yang Jing!

However, when he heard the title of "Senior Brother Bao", he knew that "Senior Sister Yuxiao" was different from Junior Brother Yang Jing. Senior Brother Yang Jing hated Yang Hua the most in his life. Every time he saw it, he wanted to open his nostrils to the sky, so he would not obediently shout "Senior Brother".

Yutan answered honestly: "Senior Brother Bao's pulse is very stable and his spiritual consciousness is not abnormal. He should not have been taken over yet."

Zhenjun Yang Jing nodded.

"It's still time."

If the fake Yang Hua is taken over by an unknown old guy, for the safety of Ling Jizong, he and Senior Brother Yang Wei will have to kill him.

Cut the weeds and eliminate roots to prevent future troubles!

The head of Yang Wei put one hand on the hilt of the sword and asked Pei Ye: "Can Junior Brother Bao let that senior spirit of the weapon come out and see him?"

"I'll go and ask it."

Pei Ye asked the guy who claimed to be a magic weapon spirit in his heart. The latter agreed without hesitation, but he also put forward a condition: [A kind little fairy, if the old man comes out to see him, can you take him in? The old man is really... oh oh oh, I have been wandering for a long time...]

Pei Ye twitched his lips, neither saying he would agree nor saying he would not agree.

The elderly spirit also knows that they cannot get more and no longer talk about the conditions.

【Okay, okay... Then the old man is coming out.】

The head of Yang Wei saw a light of inspiration flying from Pei Ye’s eyebrows. The light of inspiration condensed in the air and finally condensed into a figure as big as a palm.

The figure bowed at them: "Three friends, please."

When the hazy spiritual mist surrounding the shadows dissipated, everyone saw that the spiritual mist was actually a little kid with three heads, a fat face, and fat hands and feet. He saw a green bamboo stick with a toothpick length in his left hand and a green wooden book cover in his right hand. In the center of the book, there were four simple ancient characters "Tiangong Machinery" written. The head of Yang Wei instantly saw that he was neither human, nor demon, nor demon, but spirit.

It should be the spirit of the weapon.

He had milky white hair, a hint of green, and a small jade-like hair crown on his head. Although he looked like a little baby and was tender, the years left traces on his eyes, making him as deep and quiet as an ancient well.

Realizing that the spirit of the weapon had no malicious intentions, the head of Yang Wei also lowered the hilt of the sword and gave a bow.

"Hello, senior."

Zhenjun Yang Jing and Yutan also performed rituals.

"I'm taking the initiative and rudeness. I dare to ask why I bothered my disciples?"

The weapon spirit flew to the back of Pei Ye's hair crown. The little paper man also followed suit and hid behind the weapon spirit, timidly stretched out half of his face, and blinked with big eyes: "Why do you want to tell you? Do you want to drive the old man away?"

Pei Ye: “…”

Three people from Yang Wei's sect: "..."

The spirit of the weapon clenched his fists angrily and said angrily: "No, no, you can't hurry up. If you dare to do this, the old man will jump down now, and let the entire cultivation world know that your Lingji Sect does not respect the elderly and love the young, and bullies the lonely and widowed elderly... Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, what kind of evil did the old man commit? Such a miserable life... The world is getting worse and worse, and people's hearts are not as good as ever, and even a few cultivators come to bully..."

It touched the tears that did not exist with the back of its fleshy hands.

The appearance of crying and robbing the world is deeply rooted in the essence of the old lady making trouble in the rural areas.

Pei Ye frowned impatiently. Her mind no longer hurts, but the noise created by the instrument spirit caused her ears to suffer. So she curled her lips and raised her hand to grab the instrument spirit and asked it: "Have you acted enough? If you have any purpose, just say it, don't pretend to be crazy and stupid."

The spirit of weapon cried and robbed the sky and the earth and was intercepted by Pei Ye halfway. While he was confused, he made a sound of "Gar" sound.

"Isn't this the style you like?" It flew out of Pei Ye's palm and turned around, "Is the old man still not adorable now?"

Pei Ye: “…”

Three people from Yang Wei's sect: "..."

She looks quite cute, but she can't stand being malicious and cute.

"I don't like it. I just want to know your purpose. It's better to tear your face if you don't explain it clearly."

Pei Ye could feel that the spirit of the artifact was not malicious to her and was even very close to her, but this kind of goodness that had no reason would only make her feel like a thorn in her back. In addition, the spirit of the artifact easily banned the system, which made Pei Ye feel even more irritated and extremely insecure.

"The old man's purpose is very simple, I just want to follow you." The spirit of the artifact floated in the air, his short legs were as soft as noodles, crossed his legs, his hands were placed on his knees, his fingers were rubbed restlessly, and he opened his mouth to put a high hat on Pei Ye. "A little fairy as kind as you must have a good character of respecting the elderly and loving the young, and he will not abandon the elderly at will, right?"

Pei Ye: “…”

Qi Ling said: "Okay, it's really not credible to say that. The old man will change his words and follow you to find the old man's master."

Pei Ye then raised his eyebrows and responded: "Finish your master?"

The spirit of the weapon nodded.

Pei Ye asked again: "How do you make sure you can find your master by following me?"

The spirit of the artifact replied: "Which dog can resist the temptation of meat? If you are here, the owner will come over when he smells the smell."

Pei Ye: “…”

Three people from Yang Wei's sect: "..."

They suddenly wondered whether the owner of the weapon spirit died or because the weapon spirit had no choice but to throw it away...

Deeply doubting that it is most likely that it is the latter_(:3"∠?)_

"You said you are a magic weapon?" Pei Ye walked around the weapon spirit, but didn't see what it was special. "What are your abilities?"

The spirit of the weapon reached out and sucked the box on the ground.

The gray box peels off its simple appearance and reveals its gorgeous and delicate true appearance. I saw several hand techniques for changing the spirit of the weapon. The box changes hundreds of forms in a very short time, from weapons to daily necessities to transportation, including all aspects of life, food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Chapter completed!