"Song Qingxiu, you insulted that senior so much, you are simply looking for your own death. At this time, Uncle Wu said with a cold face, that senior helped him solve the original predicament, and now seeing Song Qingxiu's insult, he was full of anger in his heart.

Originally, he still had a little sympathy for Song Qingxiu, but now, it has completely disappeared, and Song Qingxiu is to blame for coming to this point.

"Haha, I'm looking for death, that so-called senior, if he had the ability, he would have taken away the natal spirit weapon in my hand a long time ago, will he wait until now? Song Qingxiu laughed wildly.

Listening to these words, Zhou Yu looked at the radio closely, judging from all the previous things, this radio can sense his thoughts, so there will be some spiritual consciousness more or less.

In addition to using words to stir up the radio now, he is also constantly thinking about getting the natal flying sword in Song Qingxiu's hand.

Suddenly, a cloud of light suddenly lit up on the radio, which had been restored to normal, surrounding the radio.

Zhou Yu showed a touch of surprise on his face, is the radio going to be powerful, sure enough, he clearly saw a small light, which was slowly moving out of the radio, and in it, he seemed to see a small sword.

"You shameless guy, didn't you directly steal my things the first two times, why didn't you dare to come today, didn't you have the ability to steal my natal flying sword. On the radio, Song Qingxiu's mocking words were still coming.

At this time, Senior Uncle Wu, who had been staring at Song Qingxiu, laughed loudly a few times, "Hahaha, my Senior Brother Song, take a good look at your hand, the flying sword you are holding tightly is gone." ”

Song Qingxiu's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly looked at his hand, the flying sword that was originally held tightly in his hand disappeared without a trace, he was holding it tightly just now, and he didn't feel the flying sword disappear at all.

At this moment, he hurriedly pinched a sword trick with his hand, closed his eyes, and wanted to summon his natal flying sword back, and check the traces of that shameless predecessor by the way.

However, soon, he opened his eyes, his face changed drastically, and he muttered to himself in a bit of distraction: "This is impossible, this is impossible, how can I not sense the Natal Flying Sword, this is impossible, it is impossible for him to instantly eliminate the imprint on my sword, let alone move it thousands of miles away in an instant." ”

At this time, in the earth world, Zhou Yu watched as the small light successfully broke away from the radio and rose into the air, and there was a small cyan sword inside.

Hearing Song Qingxiu's words on the radio, he couldn't help but smile, and moved thousands of miles in an instant, which is much farther than thousands of miles, this is the distance between the two worlds.

Just when this light was completely out of the radio, in the world of Xianxia, Song Qingxiu, who was muttering to himself and couldn't accept this reality, suddenly felt a pain in his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"The brand, my divine thought imprint has been completely eliminated, this is the same, this is impossible, this is impossible, even a few elders cannot completely eliminate the divine thought on my natal flying sword in such a short period of time, my Qingmang, my Qingmang, and my Qingmang. ”

Song Qingxiu stumbled forward a few steps, and then slumped to the ground, looking depressed.

This natal flying sword, although he didn't spend all his savings, was also the best spiritual weapon he could have so far, and in terms of combat effectiveness, it was even better than Uncle Wu's natal spiritual weapon.

But now, the natal spirit weapon has disappeared, and the brand has been eliminated, which means that this flying sword no longer belongs to him.

In addition to the flying sword, he lost the gamble full of confidence this time, and he lost very completely, coupled with the loss of divine thoughts, which made him change from a high-minded and very chic immortal cultivator to a person who lost his soul and was pale and weak, as if he would fall as soon as the wind blew.

Seeing Song Qingxiu like this, Uncle Wu didn't have any sympathy in his heart, "Everything is your own doing, if you have the slightest respect for that senior, it won't fall to the point where you are today, I will take the things of Shenchu Villa in a while, as for the gambling contract, don't do it." ”

Although the surface was cold, Uncle Wu still had some pity and did not pursue the bet on selecting the items in the storage bag in the gambling contract.

It's just that, in his opinion, this Song Qing cultivator is not worthy of any sympathy, as an immortal cultivator, he is so reckless, he doesn't think about the consequences of anything, and even insults a senior immortal cultivator who has participated in the cultivation of immortals, it can be said that his mental cultivation is too bad.

Even those elders who were at odds with him, in the face of this senior, although they would have doubts, and there might be disrespect in their words, they would never dare to insult him.

When he met the senior, he also lost some of the things in his hand, but he only threatened with words and said some disrespectful words, but he never considered using more excessive insults.

Just as Uncle Wu turned around and was about to leave, a weak, but cold voice came from behind him, "Stop, what my Song Qingxiu said, naturally I won't break my word, this is the thing of the Divine Kitchen Villa, and also, this is my storage bag, you can pick one thing from it......"

The sound of the radio, at this point, came to an abrupt end, this time, the radio seemed to be turned off directly, no sound appeared, and the light above the radio gradually disappeared, and the flying sword slowly fell.

Seeing this, Zhou Yu's face changed, and he hurriedly held the hilt of the flying sword with his hand and gently placed it on the table.

At this time, he didn't bother with the flying sword, just picked up the radio and tried to flip some buttons, but the radio didn't have any response.

Looking at the radio in his hand, Zhou Yu had some bad premonitions in his heart, when he took items from the Xianxia world before, the radio was not like today, Zhou's body lit up and down, I am afraid that the energy of this flying sword is too large, which makes the radio also overdrawn.

If it's just an overdraft, maybe it can be replenished in a few days, but I'm afraid that the magic power of this radio will directly penetrate the past, in that case, he will lose more than he gains.

After all, all he got was a flying sword that he couldn't use at all, and if he let the radio's power disappear because of this, it would be a lifelong regret.

Zhou Yu shook his head and gently put the radio on the table, he could only look at it now, and couldn't do anything, because of the energy absorbed by the radio, he hadn't figured it out yet.

However, according to his inference, the most likely possibility should be that the radio is overdrawn and needs to be replenished, as for how many days it needs to be replenished, it is unknown.

His gaze was on the flying sword placed on the table, which looked very small in the light, and when the light disappeared, it still turned into a mini flying sword.

Zhou Yu slowly pinched the hilt of the flying sword, took it over, and watched it carefully with the help of the light.

The length of this flying sword is about ten centimeters, converted into an ancient unit of length, it should be a three-inch flying sword, it looks small, if you can fully control it and input spiritual power, I am afraid it can become much larger.

The whole is cyan, with some mysterious lines depicted on it, it looks very beautiful, put it in the hand, shorter than the length of a palm, it is really like a dagger, but it is much more beautiful than a dagger.

The flying sword gave him the feeling that it seemed to be very spiritual, as if it was about to come back to life at any time, more magical than any cold weapon he had ever seen, and it really deserved to be a spiritual weapon in the Xianxia world.

It's a pity that he hasn't even refined qi now, and even if he wants to control the flying sword, he can't do anything.

Holding the flying sword and looking at it for a while, Zhou Yu carefully put it in the drawer, preparing to study it carefully tomorrow, although it can't be controlled, but as a spiritual weapon, there must be something extraordinary.

After all, it's something that the radio has overdrawn and transmitted, and it can't just be put aside.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Yu thought about the conversations on the radio, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile, his radio was overdrawn and turned off directly, and the state was unknown, but compared to it, Song Qingxiu was much more miserable.

The Natal Flying Sword disappeared, and the imprint on it damaged his divine sense, and there was also a gambling contract with Uncle Wu, all of which together were enough to overwhelm a person's nerves.

Although he also took a lot of things from Song Qingxiu, such as fairy fruit seeds, spirit bees and wind carved meat, and today's natal flying sword, it was completely different from Uncle Wu's feelings.

took Uncle Wu's things, and the idea of wanting to make amends rose in his heart, but this Song Qingxiu was arrogant and arrogant, and he was also an enemy of Uncle Wu, so he naturally couldn't have a good impression in his heart, and unconsciously, he had already regarded Lao Wu as his own.

In the gradual thinking and recollection, Zhou Yu slowly sank into sleep, with some sweet smiles on his face, as if he dreamed of the scenes of himself holding this cyan flying sword and flying in the sky.