"Oh... It's a little weird......" The wizard snorted, and then he summoned the magic, leaving some black smudges even on Yang Lan's broken arm.

"The glyph of the little insect ......" the child's soul laughed, urging him to recover his mana again. Yang Hao's right arm quickly grew bones, then blood vessels, meridians, and then muscles and skin.

"Almost like it......" Lingzi said, his right hand suddenly moved, Yang Lan's torn black clothes and the spirit armor on the ground exploded directly, and Yang Lan's red stripe appeared in front of several people.

Feng Wu was standing in front of him, and suddenly I saw Yang Lan somewhere......

"Oh, uncle's second division, what are you doing?" Feng Wu quickly did not pass.

"Ahem, the old man just wants to see if there are any hidden injuries on his body. For a moment, he forgot that you were still next to it...... "The spirit of this virtual face was strange, and he coughed again.

Xu Qinghe's mouth was twitching, and the spleen of the Ling Xu faction was known to the whole faction. If he wants to hang someone, no matter who you are, if he can dig you up, he will definitely be unequivocal and you will not be blind.

In any case, after you wait for the sect to turn him into a Taoist, you will see it. It's just a matter of time. Now I don't have much to see. He didn't know anyway. The corners of Reikiko's mouth were smiling, and the wrinkles on his old face were almost wrinkled together.

"Ahem...... How can you ......" At this moment, Yang Lan suddenly woke up and felt that something was wrong for the first time.

"Looks cool, doesn't it?" Yang Yan's eyes, at first glance, saw the old man's wrinkled old face, and the blood of the soul was still tightly wrapped, and the color was strange. Qinghe, and... The dance behind the phoenix?!

Later, Yang Lan looked at his right arm and left calf, and looked down at the general body of his red fruit.

Yang Lan hurriedly took out a robe from the storage bag, which turned out to be placed on his body......

When he saw it, he knew what was going on. This is obviously a good thing for fallen souls.

The phoenix jumped back and apparently saw ......

"Ahem... The old man gave you blood to refine the spirit sword?" The spirit of the virtual child is opened, a serious road.

Yang Yi looked at his storage bag and spread his hands.

"Where did this go?" Lingzi's face suddenly darkened, as if he had eaten Yang Lan.

"Ahem... At that time, I met a Jindan master and was robbed. Where can I compete with Master Jindan......" Yang said, still a little excited when he saw Ling Zi's face darkened.

At this moment, the blood soul of the soul unfolded, revealing the storage bag of the gods.

"Oh, do you know the Blood Refining Sword?" The imaginary soul circled around the blood soul a few times.

"Sure enough" Lingzhi Zi took the blood to refine the divine sword, and on the sword refined from the blood, there was still endless blood, and there were constant cries, and even on the sword, there was a ghostly entanglement.

"This is ......," Yang Yan looked up. Although he had also found the Blood Refining Sword a little unusual, it had changed so much now.

"Can this blood refine swords?" Yang Yan opened his mouth, his face was incredible.

"Oh yes, but its real name is the Blood Refining Sword!" The wizard's mouth was open, and it was hard to hide the look of surprise in his eyes.

"Second uncle, do you want my musical instrument ......" Yang Hao looked at the spirit again.

"Oh, this blood refining sword was given to you by the old man. Now it's just a kind of recovery" The imaginary son doesn't care about his face like an old man, he is so shameless that he will take Yang Lan's tools.

"Again, if it weren't for my uncle, this sword cost a lot of money, let me give it to you, this blood refining sword can show true strength. Do you think I'm going to give you this sword?" Sluggish.

Yang Yu's mouth twitched, and he also understood that the flying knife that Master Yuan Yingjie needed was naturally not something he could manipulate.

"Ahem... Ancestor, I was injured for the sect this time, and I also let your blood refining sword exert its true power, you see ......" Yang Lan coughed and broke the handcuffs.

"Isn't it enough that the old man will help you heal your wounds and reshape your broken limbs?" Ling Xuzi blew his beard and blinked.

Yang Hao's face suddenly turned black, and several black lines appeared on his forehead.

"Because the elderly are not respected" At this time, the phoenix danced, and almost as soon as the voice fell, she was gone.

"Dead gimmick, your" The wizard's beard trembled, and then he reached out, and a large hand with a magical illusion appeared, and the Phoenix Dance disappeared from the void.

"I told you, your hidden tricks are still far away......" the old face of the spirit was full of gloomy colors.

"I was wrong, I was wrong...... You have a lot of uncles in the second division. Don't worry about a weak woman......" Phoenix Dance looked pitiful, and a pair of eyes seemed to rise a little mist.

"Come on, this old man is also a person who has lived for more than a thousand years, and he hasn't eaten this one yet!" Ling Qizi squinted at the Phoenix Dance.

"But people really know what's wrong. Feng Wu snorted, completely stunned.

"Oh, I spared you this time, next time I dare to disrespect the division commander. I'm going to throw you into God's refining for two years. The undead split the corpse, then turned away and stopped talking.

Feng Wu looked at Yang Lan and stuck out her tongue.

The disciples went first. Phoenix danced with Spirit and Xu Qinghe, and then withdrew.

"Son, do you really think that old man is so angry?" The wizard said, pulling out a flying sword.

"The Sword of Blood Refining is a fierce sword. It is made up of the blood of countless people. It's not for you to use."

This sword was prepared by the old man Uncle Shi for some kind of cause and effect, Ling Xuzi sighed, as if he remembered something, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

"You still need to prepare for the causal relationship. What kind of cultivation is that person, can't it be compared to the cultivation of ancestors?" Yang Lan said, a little shocked.

"This is not a problem that can be solved by repair. The imaginary son shook his head, as if reluctant to say more.

"This sword was originally left by someone I was disappointed in. The name is Shimizu. This is a mysterious treasure. It broke in the first place. After the restoration, the level was reduced to Shangping Lingbao. Reiko looked at the handle. Sword, fainted.

Although the spirit of the virtual child was indifferent, Yang Hao still understood the traces in his eyes.

"Uncle soldier, otherwise, I don't want this sword. I have a lot to contribute. I can ask Instructor Dao to help me make a hand. Yang Lan was cautious.

"Listen, this thing is useless to me, but it's just a musical instrument......" Lingzi shook his head and turned away, not wanting Yang Hao and Xu Qinghe to see his expression.

Yang Lan looked at Xu Qinghe, Xu Qinghe smiled at him, nodded, and said that it was acceptable.

"That disciple thanks the ancestors of the two masters......" Yang Lan picked up the Qingshui Sword and bowed to the spirit.

"It's not good, it's not good, two elders, it's not good" At this time, several people shouted outside, saying that they were not good.

The imaginary son frowned, waved his big sleeves, and sent me to wait for 20 Jindan monks to go to Quwang, but when I arrived at Quwang, Quwang City had already become a dead city, except for some specific areas, Quwang City was surrounded by Quwang City. Braving a pool of blood......"