Chapter 662: The Beginning of Love
Fang Han stretched out his hand and patted her on the head, and a sentence came out of his mouth: "Be good, don't cry, uncle will give you candy!"
"Get out!" Zhang Mengmeng slapped Fang Han's hand away with a fierce expression, "You came just in time, our super invincible ghost catching combination is just restarting, I must catch all the evil ghosts, and then torture them so fiercely! Let them beat my dad!"
Fang Han glanced at her, although Zhang Mengmeng had made significant progress during this time, no matter how obvious her progress was, she was still a mortal, and she couldn't even be called a cultivator. How do you fight against that demon in the Dan stage?
The evil ghost was obviously teasing her just now, and if he used a little trick casually, she couldn't do it. In this way, how can we eradicate evil spirits?
Seeing the embarrassed look on Fang Han's face, Zhang Mengmeng glared at him and said, "You will dislike me, right? You didn't treat me like this before!"
When Fang Han heard this, he immediately stood on the spot. Why, why is this so ambiguous? It makes me feel like a negative person. Fortunately, there is no one else here, otherwise it would have been misunderstood.
Looking at Zhang Mengmeng like this, it is completely a series of three years of steady earnings and death penalty without loss! If this is known by the tigress in his own house, wouldn't he laugh at himself to death?
Seeing that she was about to open her mouth to speak, Fang Han hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop her, "I'm afraid of you, can't I take you with me?"
"Why do you want to take me?" Zhang Mengmeng glared and said, "Are we a good combination?"
"Combo combine!" Fang Han shook her head helplessly, and then thought about if there was anything she could use, otherwise she could only watch from the sidelines at that time, and she would definitely find trouble for herself again.
Fang Han remembered that she also had a 10,000-year-old peachwood sword, this sword was designed to restrain evil, but it was a sharp weapon to deal with evil ghosts, so that she could be regarded as having the ability to attack and protect herself.
Thinking of this, he took out the 10,000-year-old peach wood sword and handed it to Zhang Mengmeng, "You can use this!"
"What is this?" Zhang Mengmeng didn't care at first, but after seeing it clearly, she was so excited that she couldn't even speak, "This, this, this is the 10,000-year-old peach wood sword?"
"That's right!" Fang Han said with a smile: "What, don't you want it?"
As he spoke, he made a gesture to take it back.
Zhang Mengmeng looked anxious, and snatched the sword over, "Of course I want it!"
After snatching it, she looked at the sword over and over again, looking at every rune on it, and her saliva was about to flow out.
"It turns out that the evil spirit suppression rune can still be used like this! This evil spirit ward off rune can still be drawn like this, and it can be connected with other runes! What is this? Is the evil spirit repellent rune?"
Fang Han looked at it in wonder, are there so many evil runes?
Cultivating and catching ghosts are two different professions, and since Fang Han got this 10,000-year-old peach wood sword, he only knew that it was very powerful. But because he had never encountered any ghosts, he didn't know the function of these runes on the 10,000-year-old peachwood sword.
Also, after he became a cultivator, his body was full of supreme strength and yang, and those ghosts didn't want to approach him at all. Even the two female ghosts he had subdued before had been hiding in the ghost token and didn't want to come out at all.
Because after coming out, they could only move around Fang Han, and when they were hit by the aura on his body, they were at risk of being scattered.
Although it is closed in the ghost token, it is safe!
In fact, there are really so many runes, otherwise Zhang Mengmeng would not have kept looking at them like a treasure. It's just that the effect of these runes is only effective against evil.
When Fang Han used him against the enemy before, it was only when he faced the Earth Demon Stone that it played its greatest role. The rest of the rest of the people have played a role of less than one-third of the time.
That's it, so that Fang Han could easily defeat the people of Qianye Mountain.
However, the Ten Thousand Year Peach Wood Sword was no longer of any use to Fang Han! not that it was low-end, but because Fang Han had a more high-end Thousand Machine Sword.
He used the Thunder Wanjun into the Thousand Machine Sword, and his restraint against evil was stronger than that of the Ten Thousand Years Mahogany Sword. If it weren't for the Purple Gold Sword having the function of a giant sword, Fang Han might have already used the Purple Gold Sword to Guan Xuanxuan.
Fortunately, Fang Han will get back a lot of magic weapons from the demon world, and choose a lot of good magic weapons for Guan Xuanxuan, otherwise she may be unhappy again.
Haicheng is located in the northeastern part of East China and is also a subordinate city of East China.
On this morning, the weather was overcast and there was some fog that made many people feel irritable.
Just above Haicheng, two people stood on top of the flying sword, patrolling in Haicheng!
"Heyβ" Zhang Mengmeng shook her body, constantly adjusting her posture, trying to master her balance.
She stepped on the 10,000-year-old peachwood sword under her feet, but the swordsmanship she had just learned was not very proficient.
Fang Han shook his head from the side, before he asked Zhang Mengmeng to use a flying sword with him, but she was still unwilling, saying that men and women could not kiss each other. Fortunately now, the two of them searched in Haicheng for a long time, but they didn't find the evil ghost that fell in Haicheng.
"Can you hurry up?" Fang Han said with some impatience.
"How fast are you making me?" asked Zhang Mengmeng with a pout.
She's just learned the art of swordsmanship, and she's barely learning it. You must know that according to her strength, she can't learn swordsmanship, if she doesn't know spells and can rune, it would be impossible for her to make the 10,000-year-old peachwood sword fly.
Fang Han shook his head, and then kept searching in the city. The location on the mission tracker was never missed, and the demon was in this area, but he couldn't see it.
Is it in the basement?
Thinking of this, Fang Han said to Zhang Mengmeng: "Let's go down!"
After saying that, he pressed the head of the sword and flew down from the sky.
"Hey-wait for me!" Zhang Mengmeng hurriedly descended, but because she was too anxious, her whole body lost her balance and fell off the 10,000-year-old peachwood sword all of a sudden.
"Ahh
Panicked, she screamed loudly.
The people in the building next to them heard the screams and couldn't help but go to the window, but they didn't see anything.
"What's going on? I heard a shouting outside!"
"There's a voice, this is the twenty-sixth floor, ghosts can come up!"
Before they flew up, Fang Han and Zhang Mengmeng had used stealth techniques on themselves, so they were not seen by ordinary people.
"Bang!" Zhang Mengmeng felt her back hit the ground, and she was so frightened that she shouted again: "Ah-"
"Okay!" Fang Han looked at Zhang Mengmeng in his arms speechlessly, "Don't scream!"
Zhang Mengmeng heard Fang Han's voice and quickly opened her eyes. Seeing that he was caught by Fang Han, he breathed a sigh of relief. But when he looked down, the two of them were still in the air, and they hurriedly hugged Fang Han's neck, "I'm scared to death!"
Finding a remote place to land, Fang Han put away the purple gold sword, and said to Zhang Mengmeng, who was still holding himself and not letting go, "Can you come down?"
Zhang Mengmeng saw the indecent posture of the two of them, and hurriedly jumped off Fang Han's body, her face was so red that she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him.
When Fang Han saw her like this, his heart was also hot. She looks like a middle school student who is just beginning to fall in love, which is particularly moving.