"Where's the tip? Take it out and take a look. ”

Mo Yan nodded, stretched out his hand into his arms, took out a purse from the innermost clothes, opened it, and saw that it was written: "Seeking the artifact of the dragon sword, smeared with dragon blood, can destroy demons." ”

"Let's go, hurry up and find You Longjian."

Yi Qinghan and Mo Yan flew down from the city wall, and then went door to door to find the century-old weapon shop.

Finally, they found it, and they searched and searched in the arsenal, but they couldn't find it.

Finally, under the shopkeeper's bed, he found an ironwood box, opened it, and saw a sword inside, and on the hilt of the sword, the word "Youlong" was engraved.

Yi Qinghan picked up the sword, only to see that the sword was rusty, and it didn't look like a legendary artifact at all.

Yi Qinghan threw the You Dragon Sword on the table with disgust, frowned and asked, "This is the artifact You Dragon Sword that your master said?" That demon just now is not even afraid of a magic weapon as powerful as a flame gun, will he be afraid of your embroidered iron sword? ”

Mo Yan picked up the sword and tried it, it was extremely heavy, he looked at Yi Qinghan: "Childe, the artifact is like a creature in nature, it has its own protective color, so as to avoid unnecessary fights between people to fight for it, isn't it written in my master's tricks?" Dragon's blood needs to be smeared in order to be enlightened, so we're going to look for dragon's blood now. ”

"Dragon's blood?" Yi Qinghan rolled his eyes directly: "Where to find dragon blood?" ”

Mo Yan thought for a moment, "Isn't the emperor known as the true dragon emperor?" Let's find the emperor and use his blood to smear this dragon sword, can't we? ”

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yi Qinghan completely felt that this matter was not reliable at all.

Let's not talk about whether this dragon sword is useful or not, just talk about the dragon blood, even if the blood of the true dragon emperor can open up this dragon sword, then Long Xilin, is it really the real dragon emperor?

However, I can't think about it so much now, I have to rush over as soon as possible, Long Xilin's life and death don't matter, he is just worried about Angelica.

Zi Junhan sandwiched Angelica under the crook of his right arm, grabbed her like carrying a small prey, and flew forward.

Angelica only felt the wind whirring in his ears, and the surroundings were dim, and he couldn't see anything at all.

After flying like this for about half an hour, Zi Junhan finally stopped, and Angelica only felt that the surroundings were quiet for an instant, and in an instant, a huge force supported her all the way up, and finally pressed her back.

Angelica felt a heavy bump against something cold and her back, and after that, her hands and feet were wrapped around the cold object.

She was startled, and looked down, only to see a purple vine beneath her feet, and the vines seemed to have thoughts, climbing all the way down her feet, and soon entangled her whole body into a solid one.

Angelica struggled hard, but the more she struggled, the tighter the vine became entangled.

Zi Junhan floated in mid-air like a ghost, and he suddenly approached Angelica and reached out to pick her chin.

"God of Wealth?" Zijun Han sighed twice: "Look at your skinny appearance, but you don't have the wealth of the God of Wealth at all." ”

Angelica's heart sank, how did this person know that he was the God of Wealth?

Isn't he mortal?

Angelica glared at him and said angrily: "Let me go!" ”

Zi Junhan stepped back for some distance, and then suddenly flew towards her, face to face with her face.