"Haha..."

Bai Wuxian lay on the ground, looking up to the sky and laughing, "Refreshing! The little brother is a real person who doesn't show his face, and he has a stunt. ”

"Huh!"

Leng Xuan gritted his teeth, and the corners of his mouth barely squeezed out a smile, "You're not lazy, you can still take my palm." ”

Bai Wuxian supported the ground with one hand, barely stood up, felt a salty taste in his throat, turned around and walked upstairs, just arrived at the second floor, "poof", a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and suddenly his lungs had difficulty breathing, and he kept coughing dryly.

Bai Wuxian only then thought back to the confrontation just now, his fist had just touched Leng Xuan's palm, and a stream of something like electricity instantly hit his whole body, as if he had been electrocuted, and his body was completely paralyzed, what kind of kung fu is this? So evil? Is it difficult that he is a master of the house?

Leng Xuan also staggered before he stood up, and when he saw Bai Wuxian hurriedly going upstairs, he knew in his heart that Bai Wuxian was not lightly injured.

"Let's go!" Leng Xuan said to Jiang Xinyi with a straight face, just walked a few steps, turned around and walked to Pan Fei, who had been squatting in the corner in fright, and said coldly: "Young Master Pan, you'd better not mess with me in the future!" ”

Pan Fei had witnessed the fist fight between Bai Wuxian and Leng Xuan with his own eyes, was that still a fist? can actually make such a loud noise, and now being intimidated by Leng Xuan, Pan Fei nodded hurriedly, I am afraid that if I am not careful, my life will be guaranteed!

After Leng Xuan finished speaking, he walked quickly to the door, and as soon as he walked out of the door, the pain in his right arm made Leng Xuan grin and be miserable, feeling that his metacarpal bones, and even the entire right arm, were almost broken, and his heart ached.

"What's wrong with you?"

The pain on Leng Xuan's face made Jiang Xinyi worried, how much energy was there from the loud noise just now, and his arm would be crippled if it was not wasted!

"It's fine!" Leng Xuan bit his lip fiercely and said, "A little injury, it's not in the way." ”

Yan Ruyu, who had finished paying, ran out like the wind, looking at Leng Xuan anxiously and distressedly, she knew that Leng Xuan must have been seriously injured, "Quick, I'll take you to the hospital." ”

Leng Xuan waved his hand weakly, rejected Yan Ruyu's kindness, looked at Jiang Xinyi with a pale face, and said with a smile: "Let's go home." ”

"But..."Jiang Xinyi was also stunned, how could she not go to the hospital after being so seriously injured?

Leng Xuan didn't answer, and walked towards Tang Hui's Audi car, and the girls knew that they couldn't persuade Leng Xuan, so they hurriedly followed.

"Brother Leng Xuan, I'll drive." Tang Hui took on the role of the driver very sensibly, and played her drifting skills, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground echoed in Yanjing City at night.

As soon as he got home, Leng Xuan rushed into the room and locked the door, the most important thing now is to heal the wounds, otherwise the arm will be scrapped.

Yan Ruyu also jumped up from the car, followed in a few big steps, and saw that Leng Xuan locked the door, and did not bother, thinking to himself, Leng Xuan must have his own way to heal his wounds, exhaled deeply, and fell obliquely on the sofa in the living room, and the nervous worry just now faded little by little.

When Jiang Xinyi and Tang Hui arrived, Yan Ruyu gave them a look, and pointed to Leng Xuan's room, and the second daughter sighed slowly, Leng Xuan's pale face just now made them startled.

Leng Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed, unbuttoned the clothes on his body with one hand, when he took off his right sleeve, Leng Xuan let out a "hiss" sound, took a deep breath of cold air, and now this right arm is in great pain when he touches it.

"What? Injured? ”

Just as Leng Xuan was treating his arm, a voice came from not far away.

"Who!" Leng Xuan was shocked, the room was so big, if someone came in just now, he should have found it, is it an illusion?

"Let me out, I'll treat you." The voice rang out again.

Leng Xuan got off the bed, followed the voice of the searcher, it came from the drawer of the desk, and when he opened it, there was only a scroll sent by the Hokage, and the scroll could speak?

"You're talking to me?" Leng Xuan said to the scroll.

"Yes, open the scroll and let me out."

Leng Xuan took out the scroll, wondering in his heart, isn't there only the Flying Thunder God technique in the scroll? How come there's still something in there?

As soon as the scrolls were all opened, Leng Xuan realized that in addition to the high-level ninjutsu of the Flying Thunder God Technique, there was also a skeleton-like thing behind this scroll, and the sound was made by the painting, and he blamed himself for being too careless that day and not completely reading the scroll.

"What are you?" Leng Xuan couldn't help but ask, and from the diagram next to him, it could be seen that this thing should be sealed on the scroll.

"I'm not a thing, I'm a psychic beast." The skeleton on the painting said angrily.

"Oh?" Leng Xuan really didn't expect that the psychic beast was actually sealed, what kind of evil psychic beast was it?

"As long as you break the seal, even if I sign a contract with you and become your psychic beast, I will follow you for the rest of my life, and I will never hurt you." Seeing that Leng Xuan was not at ease with himself, the skeleton hurriedly said, it has been in the scroll for hundreds of years, and it doesn't want to stay any longer.

Leng Xuan read the diagram carefully, and it was true, there was a line of small words at the bottom, just as the skeleton said, while unlocking the seal, the skeleton also became the psychic beast of the unsealer.

Leng Xuan finally understood the Hokage's intentions, this scroll was his graduation gift to become a shinobi, Leng Xuan never dreamed that Lord Hokage loved him so much, and gave him such a valuable gift, not only the Flying Thunder God technique in the scroll, but also a psychic beast, Leng Xuan also wanted to have a psychic beast before, but he couldn't always find a psychic beast that suited him, and this little thing was all in the Hokage's heart.

Leng Xuan didn't think much about it, the things sent by the Hokage had to be accepted with a smile, looking at the diagram, sealing with one hand, and silently chanting in his mouth: "Chen, Hai, Mao, You...... Untie! ”

The scroll shook violently, "brush", a black thing came out of the scroll, Leng Xuan fixed his eyes, a white skeleton stood in front of him, and his whole body exuded black flames, to be precise, it should be a black chakra, with a great energy, and a very disgusting sense of evil.

"Aha, it's finally out, I've been holding it for hundreds of years." The skeleton stretched out and said excitedly.

After venting his excitement, the skeleton looked at Leng Xuan with empty eyes without eyes, and said with great satisfaction: "You little ninja is good, you have actually mastered the wind, water, thunder, and three caste chakras, it seems that you are very talented, and you will not suffer at all to be your psychic beast." ”

Leng Xuan was taken aback, what is the origin of this skeleton? You can know the caste of the chakra on your body by looking at it?

"Ahem." The skeleton coughed lightly twice, and formally introduced himself, "My name is Bone Spirit, I am a psychic beast in the ghost path of the Six Paths, hundreds of years ago because my contractor did a little too much, after the tenth generation Hokage killed him, he sealed me in the scroll, saying that people who are destined will naturally come to rescue me, and in this way I have been sealed for hundreds of years." ”

"Bone Spirit, what's your name?" Leng Xuan's face was speechless, can't he start a nice name?

"I'm called Bone Spirit, and I'm still a ring." As the skeleton spoke, its body twisted into a ball, shrinking rapidly, and in a moment, a blood-red ring appeared on the ground, a bone material, on which a delicate skull was carved.