At the end, Fang Satin threw out another stroke of the gods, threw out a fairy weapon, and said: "The fairy weapons have been borrowed from you, if you can't even solve the problem of a little hairy child in the late Yuan Infant period, you deserve to die." ”

Immortal weapon!

Everyone was boiling.

Immortal weapons are to Taoist weapons, just like people in the upper realm are to people in the lower realm, and there is no doubt about the existence of crushing in the traditional sense. As a result, people who were originally not optimistic about Qingyang became more and more dissatisfied.

The people of the Demon Realm can give immortal weapons to the cultivators of the Dark Demon Realm, can they expect the immortals here to also throw out immortal weapons?

For these immortals who came out at a critical juncture, they can't be trusted at all, won't they be so kind?

Even the pile spirit couldn't hold his breath, and said in a deep voice: "Although there are people from the upper realm presiding over the battle, but after all, it is a fight between the monks of the lower realm, you are too small to do this, right?"

Fang Satin snorted coldly, and the killing intent flashed in the eyes that swept over the pile spirit.

"Why not, you guys, just give the immortal weapon too. Le Yao's silver bell-like voice sounded.

Her voice, intentionally or unintentionally, was aimed at Qingyang, wanting to interfere with Qingyang before the war. Because she did this, she suddenly remembered that in the first battle, Yan Ruyu deliberately released flower petals, and she may have helped the female cultivator named Chuchen.

This slut!

"Shang Immortal, can you lend the Qingyang Immortal Weapon?" the people below shouted.

There are immortals on the other side, and they also have them here, although the number of people is smaller, it is impossible not to even take a fairy weapon.

The disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect only need to borrow a fairy sword from Qingyang.

Look at the extraordinary temperament of those immortals, there are one or two whose temperament is also very similar to sword cultivation, and there should be fairy swords.

The eyes of everyone's hope were focused on those people.

Gradually, their voices weakened, and the few people clearly pretended not to hear.

They scolded in their hearts, just borrowing, not not repaying. Now it's not just a matter of the Yunlan Realm, but a matter of demon cultivation and Taoist cultivation, what kind of system have these people become!

But what if they don't borrow it?

At this time, Yan Ruyu's lazy voice sounded, "Qingyang, these two fairy swords will be given to you as your reward." ”

As soon as she waved her sleeves, two sword groans sounded, and she only saw a flash of sword light, and flew in front of Qingyang.

"Use these spirit stones too. Yan Ruyu waved her robe again, and a storage bag was thrown in front of Qingyang.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then became excited.

It turned out that the Yan Hall Master also had an immortal weapon, and it was a fairy sword that Qingyang could use, and there was more than one, in addition to the fairy sword, there were also spirit stones that could be used. As for what kind of spirit stone it is, it is not difficult to guess, it is naturally a fairy spirit stone.

And, she said, it's a gift, not a loan!

The Lord of the Yan Hall is really powerful, and it can't be measured by common sense at all.

Everyone in the Yunlan Realm felt extremely relieved, and they looked at a group of demon cultivators with the same hatred, and a small number of eyes swept over the people in the Immortal Realm, which was full of disdain and suspicion.

Fang Satin's proud face stiffened slightly, and she glanced at Yan Ruyu with a gloomy look, this woman even has a fairy weapon!

Gritting his teeth, he waved his hand, and a few fairy spirit stones flew in front of the demon cultivator, "These fairy spirit stones are also enough for you to use, as for the immortal weapon, if you win, it will naturally be your reward!"

Everyone in the Yunlan Realm: Hehehe......

Qingyang held the two fairy swords, chose the one that was more suitable for him, and the other one was put away by him. And he also took out a fairy spirit stone from the storage bag and held it in his hand for later use.

Now his mortal body should be able to barely absorb the power of immortal spiritual power.

"Shang Demon, with the immortal weapon, I will definitely be able to take his head!" said the demon cultivator confidently, excitedly touching the immortal weapon and feeling the spiritual power flowing inside, it was really great.

For his speech, Fang Satin was not interested, and he was still very painful about the immortal weapon and the fairy spirit stone, and said angrily: "I've heard too much nonsense, tell me with action, don't say it so beautifully!"

Damn Yan Ruyu, if I catch you, I will definitely strip you to the bones and skin!

Today's humiliation you have inflicted on me, I must return it a thousand times over!

Yan Ruyu naturally didn't expect this person's measurement to be so small, but even if she knew, she would only smile faintly, she didn't pay attention to people at such a level, besides, there was Chu Xun by her side.

"Let's start!" Qingyang stood with his hands in his hands, holding the fairy sword in one hand, hunting in green shirts, his face was resolute and cold, and he had a bit of the brilliance of a sword fairy.

"Hmph, junior looking for death!" The demon cultivator was a little annoyed when he saw that Qingyang actually let him strike first, only the weak would strike first.

However, the other party is so rampant, he doesn't mind taking advantage of this, and the rampant person will naturally pay the price.

With a flash of spiritual power, he suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Yan Ruyu's eyes flashed, and he caught him running towards Qingyang at an extremely fast speed, because the speed was so fast, he didn't even have time to expose his traces of spiritual power fluctuations.

However, if she remembered correctly, Qingyang's mutated spirit root was the wind spirit root, and he was also very good at speed and body skills, and if that person wanted to win from speed, the abacus should have been wrong.

Bite!

As soon as Qingyang raised his hand, the fairy sword burst out with bright light, drawing an arc, and collided with the weapon of the demon cultivator who suddenly appeared.

"The first trick, count yourself lucky, you can't be lucky forever. The demon cultivator smiled coldly, evoked a yin smile at Qingyang, retreated slightly, and disappeared in place.

However, when it reappeared, it was still gently blocked by Qingyang.

His complexion changed slightly, and a slight suspicion appeared on his confident face, but he quickly calmed down again.

In order to confirm what he was thinking, he needed to repeat the move several times.

Bite!

Bite!

Bite!

……

There were several sounds, all of which were the sound of his attack being blocked by Qing Yang's casual wave of his hand.

"Your speed is not slower than mine!" said the demon cultivator, gritting his teeth.

Although Qingyang didn't move in place, just out of his sword, without the same speed, it was impossible for him to catch his figure, and naturally it was impossible to block the attack.

He originally wanted to seal his throat with one move, but he didn't expect that this infant kid really had two brushes to block him with so many moves.

Qingyang looked at him seriously and said, "No, I'm faster than you." ”

What the?

Before the man could react from Qingyang's mouth, there was no Qingyang's figure in front of him, he hurriedly raised his mental vigilance, his eardrums moved slightly, hum, he captured Qingyang's location.

As soon as the immortal weapon was raised, he learned Qingyang's movements to resist and go back.

With the same ding, he blocked it.

But his complexion changed suddenly, why did Qingyang appear behind him again?

He hurriedly picked up the protective body and protected his body.