When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.

Nangong Fan had such a feeling at this time, he was looking up and down the Black Dragon Sword, but perhaps because he already had a weak spiritual intelligence, the blood light bloomed, as if his pupils were flickering.

"The more powerful the sword, the more difficult it is to put your mind on it. ”

Is the Black Dragon Sword powerful? Its essence is the smelting of the Black Dragon Skeleton and the various strange things that were once treasured by the Second Demon Sect. It can be described as a treasure that countless people dream of.

It's only now that the treasure is covered in dust, and it has been in the refining furnace for an unknown number of billions of years, that many people can't perceive its essence. Imagine that at the beginning, the blood demon son pinned his soul in it, and only lived for billions of years. If it really shows its brilliance, I am afraid that the three great gods of today will be moved by this. Nangong Fan must not hold it in his hand with a big grin like now.

Perhaps it was because he had successfully placed his affection in a sword in the fantasy world, and under Nangong Fan's gaze, he quickly discovered some subtleties...

The Black Dragon Sword was successfully recognized by Nangong Fan by being soaked in essence and blood, and the relationship between them is needless to say. He used the Black Dragon Sword, as if he was dancing a part of his body, relaxed and freehand, and greatly strengthened his combat power.

But at this time, he realized that there was indeed an inextricable connection between a person and a sword, and it was not much better than ordinary weapons and people. But in the deep feeling, the two are actually repelling each other. It is impossible to blend like water, let alone pin a wisp of your soul on the sword.

Nangong Fan's pupils glowed, and even his three eyes opened with him, carefully looking up and down the Black Dragon Sword.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a slender black snake coiling around the sword, and a ghostly light was released from the pupils.

Peer-to-peer across space.

Nangong Fan could clearly see the kindness and fear in his eyes.

Contradictory and true.

It's like a puppy, wanting to get close to its owner, but afraid of the owner's punches and kicks, so it has to curl up in the corner so carefully.

"Fear?"

Nangong Fan didn't know why he felt like this, but he vaguely understood a little, maybe this was the reason why the Black Dragon Sword had been dependent on him for more than ten or twenty years, but there was still a gap.

"Why am I afraid? Am I afraid?"

Nangong Fan rubbed his chin and couldn't help but ask himself.

He knew that if he didn't get to the bottom of the matter and settle it, he would be able to put his sword on hold for the time being.

Fortunately, he didn't want to see results in this short period of time, now the ring competition has not passed a day, and there is still time. Thinking about it, there are still **** days, and it is not difficult to find the problem, right?

As long as the fear in the weak spiritual wisdom of the Black Dragon Sword is removed, with the intimate cooperation between himself and it for so long, it is not a problem to integrate a wisp of mind into it.

"There should always be a reason to be afraid. ”

Nangong Fan put all his thoughts here, and the sky gradually became dark, he still didn't have a clue, but became more and more irritable in it.

"That's not right. ”

Nangong Fan knew that going on like this would only affect his mood and make a mess of himself, so he immediately reined in his mind and put the Black Dragon Sword back into the scabbard before jumping from the bed to the ground.

He walked to the small table and picked up the teacup, like a cow chewing a peony, and drank it in a gulp.

A faint fragrance spread in his mouth, and the whole person seemed to be purified.

He slowly opened the drawer of the table, and two sticks of sandalwood were quietly placed inside.

Sandalwood does not only refer to the incense of Buddhism, in fact, all wood incense will have the effect of calming people, which is the best auxiliary resource when cultivating.

Many places are rich in woody incense, and the money is called a pot.

Nangong Fan has long known that the wood incense in this drawer is in full bloom, and even the grade is not low, if it is about the price, at least it is a hundred high-grade spirit stones.

A stick of wood incense of this length can last almost a night, which is completely in a slight spirit stone.

He was already extremely embarrassed to eat and live in this inn for nothing, and a few days ago, he naturally didn't have the cheekiness to burn two sticks of incense to cultivate.

However, at this time, he was irritable, and he couldn't care about it so much. Of course, perhaps more of a reason is that he will at least get a spirit crystal in ten days, and he will have food in his hands, so he will not save here for the sake of efficiency.

Today's consumption is just to get more spirit crystals after the ring competition.

Nangong Fan erected the wood incense, and with a flick of his finger, he lit it. A faint warm current emerges, and a little bit of shallow fragrance slowly ripples in the room.

He sat silently at the table, staring blankly at the slowly burning wood incense, and vaguely felt that the wood incense seemed to burn faster than he imagined.

In the fragrance, Nangong Fan quickly cleared most of the distracting thoughts, and the whole person looked a little solemn in the faint light.

A lot of thoughts suddenly came to his mind, either about the two miracles, or about previous experiences. His whole being was completely empty at this point.

Thinking about everything is not necessarily a good thing.

Nangong Fan's pupils flashed with essence, clearing most of the thoughts that might cause him to think deeply, and his goal was to focus on his past experience.

I don't even have the heart to ponder the bits and pieces in the illusion world, so as to improve my own skills. All his mind was spent on memories. Reminiscing about the bits and pieces of himself and the Black Dragon Sword, I want to find clues to solve the biggest problem in front of me.

The cyan mist slowly swirled, and the woody incense kept making an inaudible sizzling sound under the burning of the morning sun, and the speed was beyond imagination.

Bits of fly ash dance in the wind, dotting the room with a green mist.

Suddenly, Nangong Fan's pupils became strange, and he faintly found a little source.

At this time, the wood incense also burned to the end, and the fly ash was annihilated, leaving no trace.

Nangong Fan's pupils regained color, and he solemnly put another stick of incense back into the drawer.

He could feel the value of the unknown wood fragrance in front of him at the trough. Although it burns happily, the effect is far superior to that of ordinary woody incense.

He sighed faintly, his eyes calm, and pulled the black dragon sword back from the scabbard he was carrying.

The cold light loomed and landed steadily on the wooden table.

Nangong Fan licked his lips, his face full of seriousness.

"Although you are an out-and-out evil sword, you already have a spiritual wisdom in my hands. I am evil, you are the evil sword, I am the devil, you are the magic sword, if I am a god, you are the sword. ”

Loud and sonorous.

Nangong Fan really regarded the Black Dragon Sword as a living being.

This was just a temptation for him, and in his previous memories, he suspected that when he was in the Barbarian Continent, the Black Dragon Sword had just given birth to spiritual wisdom and eroded his heart, killing the entire orc village in one fell swoop.

This makes it difficult for him to accept, which creates a gap between the two who are intimate. This gap is constantly growing, getting bigger and bigger, and even affecting the development of the black dragon sword's spiritual intelligence, and it is still maintained in its original form, but because its essence is too powerful, it still has a little instinct as a black dragon.

The Black Dragon Sword did not change at all.

Nangong Fan's face remained unchanged, he knew that the birth of the estrangement was very simple, but if he wanted to eliminate it, it was not something that could be easily done in a few words.

"Whew!"

Nangong Fan exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the atmosphere became relaxed, he looked at the little guy on the wooden table with a friendly gaze, and his mouth began to chatter.

"At the beginning, I was afraid that I would lose myself under your terrifying devouring power, so I was afraid, afraid, and even wanted to abandon you directly. You also know how powerful your ability is to devour flesh and soul as your own nourishment as long as you kill flesh and blood. This is completely no different from magic skills, and even a little more domineering..."

"At that time, I didn't know much about the power of devouring, and I felt like you were a little guy who wanted to devour everything. Because of the teacher's teaching, I want to influence you to be used by me, and I am afraid that I will be turned against you, so I will become a sword slave who only knows how to kill. Now that I know the nature of the Devouring Power, my dislike for you has long since vanished..."

"I think you can feel my feelings after following me for so long, right? Our relationship is even closer than that of Ao Canglan. You're the one who has always been with me..."

Nangong Fan's pupils slowly closed, and the more he spoke, the more he became more engaged, and he narrated all the feelings in his heart. Even when it comes to the negotiation with the Black Dragon Sword later, it has nothing to do with it, and it is completely regarded as the best object to pour out the depression in his heart.

He didn't notice it, because he was so involved that he had missed the flickering and slightly trembling Black Dragon Sword more than once.

It is estimated that at this time, the faint spiritual wisdom of the Black Dragon Sword was full of confusion - "Brother, how can you say that? Even Tang Seng and his own monk are not as good as you... Elder brother... I see! Can you stop and ?... Brother, I've had enough. Stop, stop!"

It's a pity that Nangong Fan has been shaking his head, and even one hand is still playing the beat.

The pressure since the ascension finally has a good person to talk to, why not take advantage of the opportunity?

The trembling of the black dragon sword became weaker and weaker. It is estimated that it has no love at this time.

A ray of luster fell on Nangong Fan's forehead through the window.

It's dawn!

Nangong Fan stopped chattering unsatisfactorily, opened his pupils, and was not a little tired, but a hundred times more energetic. He lowered his head and looked at the black dragon sword resting on the wooden table, and there was no sense of urgency to explore.

"Let it be!"

As soon as he grabbed the black dragon sword, he was about to plunge it into the scabbard on his body...

His hand stopped, and his pupils flickered with a hint of strangeness, "Why does it feel a little different?"

As the words fell, the black dragon sword in his hand bloomed with a dazzling blood-colored luster, completely releasing the power of his heaven-level mid-grade.

This blood light is the same as before, Nangong Fan looked at it and deeply felt that it did not have the sharp momentum as before, but felt a little softer... Lovely?

"Am I perverted?"

Nangong Fan blinked, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what was going on.

You must know that in the past, when the Black Dragon Sword showed its power, he, the master, could also feel a trace of terrifying thoughts, but it was only because he had been with him for too long that he could ignore its existence.

"Did it work?"

Nangong Fan muttered in his mouth, and the black dragon sword bloomed with a dazzling blue light.

This green is the green of Qinglian Dao Huo...

In the past, the Black Dragon Sword had not bloomed with blue light, but it was only done by the Wind Blade Law or the explosion of Dao Fire Breath, but now it spontaneously overflowed this soft luster.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Nangong Fan feels that the black dragon sword in his hand seems to have changed a lot, the blue line running through the sword body has obviously increased, and the entire silhouette no longer shows the domineering spirit that belongs to the dragon clan.

It's become introverted!

No matter how stupid Nangong Fan was at this time, he knew that the Black Dragon Sword had undergone changes that he had not witnessed, and then he thought about it up and down, and soon determined that the estrangement between the two might have dissipated.

He couldn't help but dance with joy, looking up and down the black dragon sword, and he actually had a little feeling in his heart that he was dancing the long sword in the illusion.

You must know that at this time, he has not yet fused his soul into the sword body.

"Hahaha, Black Dragon Sword, how did you become like this? ”

Nangong Fan didn't care about the time agreed with Wu Yi'an at this time, it was almost up, compared to going to the appointment, how could it be important to figure out the changes in the Black Dragon Sword?

In his words, blue light and blood light leaped from the black dragon sword's body, and the two lusters complemented each other, looking beautiful.

It seems that the Black Dragon Sword is also full of pride in his new appearance, and is showing off to his master.

Nangong Fan laughed heartily, sat down in front of the wooden table again with the Black Dragon Sword in his hand, and did not try to hook his mind on it for the first time, but slowly looked at the Black Dragon Sword that was completely shrouded in luster.

As if looking at the palm of your hand, the intimacy was completely incomparable to before.

At this time, he was even more sure that the estrangement between them had been completely erased, and he had returned to a state of intimacy, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were part of his body.

It's a novel experience.

Nangong Fan slowly opened his eyes.

"There are three more blue lines on the sword, and one of them even has the breath of Dao fire... It seems that when it was calcined by Qinglian Dao Fire, its essence had changed quietly and silently, but its materials were too big one by one, and now the process was completed under some kind of opportunity. ”

The grade is still the middle grade of the heaven level, but its ability has been raised to a higher level, just as the same living beings have been sublimated to the extreme. If the Black Dragon Sword is also regarded as a living being, this change seems to be particularly normal.

"Compared with the awe-inspiring feeling of evil intent before, now under the rendering of the aura of Dao fire, it has the connotation of the vicissitudes of righteousness. ”

Nangong Fan was extremely satisfied.

Demon skills and evil swords, in fact, have similarities, when used for righteousness, they are positive, but they are more likely to erode the user's heart than the pure orthodox exercises and spirit swords, and make the user fall into the evil way.

And now, the Black Dragon Sword seems to be evolving from the direction of the evil sword to the divine sword and the fairy sword. This process may be very long, but Nangong Fan is willing to grow with it.

In most of the day's contemplation and chatter, he completely relieved the question of whether the evil sword was or not.

Whether it is an evil sword or not, it is worthy of being abandoned for him, so why think about so many things that he has and does not have?

Even if it is an evil sword, it is a big deal to suppress the evil intent and influence it. If you don't even have this bit of self-confidence, what kind of strength do you have to cultivate?

Nangong Fan was full of spirits, and decisively separated a trace of divine thought and wrapped it around the Black Dragon Sword.

There seemed to be a faint cheering sound in his ears, which set off all kinds of joy in his heart, as if in the illusion of a complete family and a good mind, except for not seeing the possible children, there were no regrets. Soon he forgot everything and sank into it completely, unable to extricate himself.

......

The tower's bell rang four times.

At this time, there are three young people in their prime sitting in the hall on the first floor, there are men and women... There are fat people.

This is the husband and wife of Fu Hongzhao and Ju Jiujiu, who are accompanying Wu Yi'an, who has been sitting for half an hour.

The husband and wife were so anxious that beads of sweat flowed from their foreheads, if it weren't for the little prince who kept blocking them, they would have rushed into the inn on the side.

Let the little prince sit and wait like this, what kind of system will it become?

Wu Yi'an was still alone, leisurely sipping the tea on the table, and he couldn't see any hurry.

"Little prince, I..." Fu Hongzhao couldn't sit still anymore.

Wu Yi'an waved his hand, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Interesting." It's a kid who shocked me. ”

He was not angry at all.

"Little prince, your business matters. We just have to wait here. Ju Jiujiu squeezed out a smile with difficulty.

However, the beautiful woman, no matter what kind of smile she had, seemed to inject vitality into this lifeless restaurant.

Wu Yi'an glanced at Ju Jiujiu appreciatively, and then looked away with just a glance, "Although Brother Nangong and I have only met for the first time, it is the same at first sight, and it naturally makes some sense for him to do this." ”

There was a lot of confidence in the words.

"Besides, what can I do?"

The husband and wife glanced at each other, no longer dissuading, but they were also restless, and from time to time they set their eyes on the door.

Wu Yi'an smiled slightly, and continued to sip tea slowly without care. This is the real thing, and every time it is almost just a mouthful, the teacup will be put down.

But when Wu Yi'an drank all the tea in the teacup in this attitude, Nangong Fan did not appear at the door.

At this time, it happened that the bell of the tower rang six times in a row.

It's noon!

"That guy, you don't think we entered the academy a long time ago and didn't come here to take a look, do you?"

made Wu Yi'an wait for two whole hours, and Fu Hongzhao had to give a thumbs up to this bold guy in his heart.

Wu Yi'an was still breezy and calm, and there seemed to be no change from before, and he couldn't help muttering, "It seems that there is really something important..."

"Little prince, why don't you go in after having lunch here?" Ju Jiujiu stood up.

After noon, the competition had to rest for an hour, and now even if you go in, it will only be empty.

"It's fine. Wu Yi'an nodded, and no longer insisted on continuing to wait for Nangong Fan.

The food was quickly served one by one, and even without alcohol, a whole table of all kinds of food was laid out.