"What is this?" Although Zongtian is not completely free of speculation, speculation itself is naturally difficult to determine.

"The second attribute, of course." Although the soul-making voice was full of joy, there was also some doubt in her tone, "Although I always thought that it was just some residual toxins, but now it is already certain, although without my help, your body has indeed mastered new attributes on its own." ”

"It doesn't have to be too strange." After listening to the words of the soul maker, Zongtian understood a lot, "After all, I have also been soaked in the spirit king's toxin for three years, since you can help my body memorize those attributes, after such a long time, if my body adapts to these by itself, it should be reasonable, right?" ”

"Hmm." In the face of such an answer, the soul creation only responded softly, and it seemed that at this time, she was still suspicious of the training like Zongtian.

"And when it comes to attributes, I should have two more now." Zongtian's words naturally attract the attention of the soul maker, and this is also the purpose of Zongtian.

Under the gaze of the soul maker, Zongtian took out the short knife that was still praised by him at his waist. And with the injection of soul energy, the white blade of the sky also ignited with emerald flames. It was the fire of life that his father had given him, although the previous Zong Tian knew about its existence, but until this time it was really clear that his father had let a part of his soul beast lodge in that short knife, and the root of this flame was naturally the little Nirvana in the white blade.

Then there was the black blade, and this time it was no longer the faint black gas that was wrapped around the black blade. Some thick black mist was tumbling violently on the black blade, as if the sand had been boiled. Just like the situation of the White Blade, the source of the death qi was naturally the soul beast that his father had surrendered when he created the soul blade. Compared to Nirvana's closeness, Zongtian couldn't control that kind of dead qi before, but Yang Ling used his homologous dead qi to help Zongtian establish a connection with this black blade when he was leaving. For the gift given by his father when he practiced, Zongtian at this time finally became its rightful owner.

"Although it's not something you can master, it's a precious attribute of life and death after all, and it's not bad to have it like this."

"You don't have to be so strict." Although Zongtian seemed to be complaining in his mouth, the appearance of the soul still made Zongtian feel a little relaxed, and such a good start finally made the two of them tacitly bury the unchangeable past deep in their hearts.

"But I have a question." Zongtian condensed a green sphere on his left hand, "Shouldn't the Spirit King's poison be a colorful color?" Why is this just a bit of a gloomy green. ”

"You've got stiff wings." The tone of the soul maker had the appearance of a sister again, "With a little strength, you dare to compare with the Spirit King?" ”

"I see." Such straightforward words naturally made Zongtian understand the truth, and it seems that mastering attributes is just the beginning.

After a period of familiarity, Zongtian finally had some capital to walk the soul plane alone. However, although it seems that it will be a person, the soul will naturally always be by his side. Although Zongtian's departure has become a matter of time, for the journey that has changed, Zongtian naturally makes more preparations, and there is something he has always carried with him, and he still cares a little about it.

"What is this? By the way, the hairstyle is good. "Regarding the sword pattern obtained in the city in the mountains, Zongtian finally had the opportunity to inquire about the mystery, and the first person Zongtian could think of was naturally Xiangyin.

"Thank you." Although that somewhat strange hair color represents Zongtian's pain, since Xiang Yin thinks it is good, he is also willing to accept such a compliment, "And that is a sword pattern." ”

"Sword stripes? So complicated? Xiang Yin's expression was a little strange, it seemed to be a mixture of curiosity and disgust.

"So you have any research on sword patterns?" Although the sword pattern is a little incompatible with this Lingcheng with a sense of technology, Zongtian still has some hope.

"Me? Studying sword patterns? Are you kidding? It's just that in the face of that kind of question, Xiang Yin showed an incredible expression.

"I just think you're more knowledgeable." Although I didn't understand what I had touched, Xiang Yin's unhappy appearance naturally made Zongtian say some nice words. But I have to say that that is indeed Zongtian's true thoughts.

"If that's the case." Hearing this, Xiang Yin's face was obviously much better, "But I really don't know much about sword patterns, after all, you also know that sword patterns are not about creation, it's more like a craft." ”

Hearing such words, Zong Tian also understood why Xiang Yin just now felt uncomfortable. As the designer of the entire Lingcheng, Xiang Yin naturally prefers the kind of things that are more rich in himself, and the sword pattern is indeed like the iron itself, more of a repetitive skill. But even if this is the case, Xiang Yin will directly express her displeasure, naturally because of her somewhat crazy temperament.

"I see, then I'll bother." At this time, Zongtian naturally planned to leave, but his outstretched hand did not receive the action of Xiangyin, and looking at Xiangyin who was thoughtful at this time, Zongtian also chose to wait quietly.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Although not much time has passed, Xiang Yin still subconsciously said such words, and this is probably because he belittled the things in his hand just now.

"This sword pattern really impressed me."

"What do you understand?" Waiting is indeed in exchange for something unknown, and Zongtian is naturally full of hope to ask.

"No, I don't understand it at all." However, Kaoji only said so directly, "I'm just a little surprised by its structure, just like this look is already like a work of art." ”

"If you can copy it, I don't mind." Although the subtext of this sentence is that I can't give you this one originally, this is such a precious sword pattern after all, and at this time, the sky can be regarded as atmospheric.

"No, to create this kind of thing, you need a general impression at most, and something too specific will only limit your thoughts." While saying this, Xiang Yin also returned the sword pattern to Zongtian, "But to express my gratitude, I'll take you to meet someone I don't really want to meet." ”

"If you don't want to see it, don't be too reluctant." Although he didn't quite understand what Xiang Yin meant, in the face of these strange words, Zong Tian couldn't help but doubt Xiang Yin's state at this time.

"Reluctantly, reluctantly, but it is possible for him to unlock the secret of this sword pattern, so you don't care?"

"Actually, it's fine." Zongtian really thought about it seriously, but his answer made Xiangyin a little surprised.

"It seems that the past three years have really changed you a lot." Xiang Yin looked at Zongtian seriously at this time, "Although it is a good thing to be steady, isn't it a little bad that you take things so lightly?" ”

Although his change did make Zongtian feel the benefit of indifference, Xiangyin's words at this time woke him up like a morning bell and a dusk drum, and he may have been a little too negative at this time.

"Shall we meet then?"

"Don't say it." Xiang Yin also patted his leg at this time, "I really regret persuading you." ”

"It's a little late to say that." Zongtian just smiled.

Although Xiang Yin is a little crazy from time to time, she is definitely not a hypocritical person. At this time, she didn't say much, and directly led Zongtian to a direction that seemed more remote.

As the two of them drifted apart, they were not only getting farther and farther away from the hustle and bustle of Ling Cheng, but they had even gone outside Ling Cheng at this time. The dark and strange materials were gradually replaced by green mountains and green waters, and Zongtian, who had stayed in the city for too long, couldn't help but immerse himself in this nature.

Although the two of them are surrounded by some natural appearances, Zongtian gradually found some traces of life, and the destination of the two finally appeared not far away.

It was a building that resembled a country shop, with simple wooden huts and benches under pergolas for resting, which seemed to tell the truth. It's just that it's not a tea snack here, because the blades hanging under the eaves and a huge furnace seem to tell you what kind of shop it is.

"Second master!" Just as Zongtian was carefully observing, Xiang Yin shouted like this. Although the soul also has a family, such a title still makes Zongtian feel strange.

"Is it really the second uncle?" Zongtian asked in a low voice, but the response was only a blank eye.

"Of course it's fake, I just don't want to recognize this father." Such a reason is absolutely grotesque, anyway, Zongtian can't understand what kind of mentality it is to call his father the second uncle.

"What are you shouting early in the morning?" Similar shouts also came from inside the house, and looking at the sun already overhead, Zongtian could roughly understand that the family would still be somewhat similar.

"You're still alive." While saying something a bit excessive, Xiang Yin also walked directly to the house, but this was a little embarrassing, and at this time, he didn't know if he should go in with him.