The soul who rushed over Ke Xiaoliang was short and sloppy and looked less than one foot tall. If he was not carefully identified, he would easily be judged as a Nascent Soul.

Such a short and low-energy soul is so confident.

Ke Xiaoliang was dazzled by his confidence and relaxed a little.

Among the crowd, a tall soul with a blue-gold light shining with eight arms, two ends, a robes and a very complete set of magical instruments was holding a black sword in his hand, showing off to the surroundings.

"The quality of my sword is undeniable. The biggest feature is that it is sharp, sharp... and the fucking thing is sharp!"

"As long as your skills are enough, as long as your sword is used quickly, and you can hold it in your hand, there is nothing that can't be cut or cut."

"And now... the question I'm going to ask is, if I give my sword to any of you, will you be willing to use it for me and obey me?"

When this man was talking, a monument suddenly rose above his head.

There are some strange words on the stele, which are old and awkward and difficult to understand.

Many souls watching the fun around them were chewed and swallowed them back after they were "willing" that had come to their mouths.

One of them sneered and said, "Are you going to play a word game for us? Do we seem to be so easily fooled?"

"I want to make a fortune by myself, but I don't even look at where this is. Which of us, who is not knowledgeable?"

"Look at your loss, go back and practice again!"

An echo sound suddenly sounded around.

But Ke Xiaoliang walked to the short but confident soul, and in a voice that only the two could hear, he said, "Go! Let's agree."

The short soul turned his head and looked at Ke Xiaoliang dissatisfiedly and said, "You are the ones you want to help me! I, Yi Zhiding, are so easy to be fooled?"

Ke Xiaoliang said: "Brother! It's small! The pattern is small! He can use it if he asks a question, but you can't use it if you answer?"

"Even contracts like the Spirit must follow complete contract rules. The magic weapon that can forcibly sign certain unequal treaties is definitely not in this shape. It should look like a sword, a knife, a hammer or something."

The short soul's eyes lit up and suddenly felt that it made sense.

But he asked Ke Xiaoliang very alertly: "Since you have thought of it, why don't you go by yourself?"

"How could I be as handsome as you? I don't deserve such a good sword!" Ke Xiaoliang said.

When Yi Zhiding heard this, he instantly agreed with this statement and nodded: "You are very honest, I like it very much! Give you a chance to tell me your name, I will accept you as my younger brother, and I will become the Immortal Emperor in the future, and you will be my roller blind general!"

Ke Xiaoliang said: "You are welcome! I'm not worthy!"

Yi Zhiding had to persuade him again, but Ke Xiaoliang said in advance: "You'd better get faster, otherwise everyone else will understand."

Yi Zhiting immediately jumped high, stepped on a cloud with difficulty, and then said, "If you give me the sword, then I will promise you if."

After saying this, Yi Zhiding suddenly felt something was wrong.

The soul, who was holding a sword in his hand and waiting for the volunteer to take the bait, looked at Yi Zhiting, and the disgusting expression on his face was very obvious.

Although Yi Zhiting's answer hit the point, I'm sorry... this is not the fish he wanted.

However, Yi Zhiding's answer directly ignited many people's inspiration.

Immediately someone replied: "If you are just saying, then I will agree to your conditions. Please give me the sword, and I will obey you."

"If I got the sword, then I would pretend to obey you."

"If I obey you, would you give me a sword?"

"Give me a sword, I'll give you a fake fate and obey!"

All kinds of messy words and sentences began to challenge the bottom line of Chinese teachers.

The soul holding the sword high stared at Ke Xiaoliang in the crowd, waiting for his answer.

"Hello!"

"Everyone has answered your question. Who do you give this sword? Is there a sure letter?"

"You don't want to betray the debt! No! No one will be so stupid that they think they can't do anything in the city, so everyone can't do anything to him!" The crowd around began to cheer.

Whether the sword can be obtained is luck and ability.

But you have to pay a price to play with.

The cultivator of the soul holding a sword saw that Ke Xiaoliang was always dissatisfied.

He could only take the initiative to come over, hold the sword in both hands, and swayed in front of Ke Xiaoliang's eyes.

Then he asked, "You answered very well!"

"This sword belongs to you!"

This turning point is very stiff.

There was an uproar around.

Ke Xiaoliang did not take the sword, waiting for the explanation of the soul.

"I said it's as if it's, so the standard answer to this question is all false. If you don't answer it, it's true."

"So, this sword is here, the only friend who has not answered."

The explanation of this soul is no longer just far-fetched, it is simply a perfect level of fooling around.

A large number of people around him protested loudly, but it was ineffective.

This is the city, and I was kicked out of the city if I tried it.

If you just beep, you can't do it, who is afraid of whom?

"He is my little brother!"

"His is mine!"

"So... why not give it to me directly!" Yi Zhiding rushed up again, reached out and grabbed the sword.

The dark sword looks ordinary, simple and ordinary. Whether it is in shape or aura, it is like ordinary weapons in the mortal world.

But there were not many people present, who were just as powerful as their eyesight.

Even if you don’t have the strength to see through the eyes of the soul.

You can also see the evil aura of this sword that is as abundant as the vast ocean, and the sharp aura that seems to tear everything apart.

Yi Zhiding reached out to grab the sword.

The soul holding the sword did not fight back, but only touched the inspiration of the sword itself.

Surrounded by the sword energy, Yi Zhideng's palm was cut into several large holes.

The golden primordial jade liquid dripped from Yi Zhifang's palm.

Yi Zhiding quickly covered the wound with his mouth, widened his eyes and looked at the soul holding the sword, as if he was extremely aggrieved.

Ke Xiaoliang still did not receive the sword at this moment.

Instead, he said: "I, Ma Yuantao, never received a reward of no merit. The sword is very good. I want it very much, but if I am so ashamed of my responsibility, my sword will not be clear."

A sneer immediately sounded around.

The character is not so easy to establish.

It's not a matter of time and day.

All of the guys present are talented people who have lived for many years. How can they believe that the state a person shows is true by just a few words?

Ke Xiaoliang said this, but turned around and left.

He walked neatly.

From his nature, he really had no idea about this sword.

"Wait! This sword is for you, just do one thing for me!"

"If you do it, just write it off!" the soul shouted at Ke Xiaoliang.

He said this on purpose in public.

Ke Xiaoliang continued to move forward without looking back.

"You don't dare?"

"Because my condition is related to the Baotong Realm, you just escaped from the Baotong Realm, so... don't you dare?" The soul stimulated it with words.

A smile flashed through Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, but he turned around.

Then he walked towards the soul with great strides.

Then... he took off the sword he was holding.

"You said it wrong!"
Chapter completed!