"Huang Fuqi, you are really despicable!" Zhang Zichen slowly walked out from behind a few big trees.

"Whether I'm mean or not, it's none of your business. Huang Fuqi snorted coldly and asked, "Why are you all here?"

"This ......" Zhang Zichen was stunned for a moment, his face was suddenly red, and his eyes flickered.

The purpose of Zhang Zichen's trip was indeed a bit disgraceful, but he squeaked a few words and said, "We were practicing the technique of controlling the instrument nearby just now, and we heard a voice coming from this small island, we came in to take a look, but I didn't expect you to bully people!"

Huang Fuqi didn't care about Zhang Zichen's appearance, he snorted coldly: "What's wrong with me bullying people?

"Compare it, I'm afraid of you?" Zhang Zichen immediately raised the long sword in his hand and was about to pull it out.

But at this time, Long Fei immediately grabbed Zhang Zichen's hands and said a word in his ear, Zhang Zichen heard the words and immediately stopped drawing his sword.

At the end, Zhang Zichen actually inserted the sword into the scabbard, and said softly: "Forget it, I won't compete with you, you know each other, put down Senior Sister Ding Yao's clothes and leave here quickly." ”

The reason why Zhang Zichen has such a big contrast is mainly because Long Fei said to him softly: "Lao Jiu, calm down, your sword is broken, don't pull it out for people to find out." ”

Because he was afraid that someone would find out that Zhang Zichen's spirit sword had been broken, he had to stop this competition.

But Huang Fuqi thought that Zhang Zichen was afraid of him.

So Huang Fuqi became even more aggressive: "You waste, sooner or later I want you to regret it, a waste also wants to compete with me with a sword, you are still tender! Today I leave my words here, I must take away these clothes." ”

This Huang Fuqi, don't look at him on the surface, he is decent, but in private he is clearly a bird/beast!

You can't teach him a lesson!

Zhang Zichen was thinking about it, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, looking at his broken sword, he seemed to have an idea.

At that moment, Zhang Zichen shouted loudly: "Huang Fuqi, I'll give you my sword!

When Huang Fuqi heard this, this was a good way to trick Zhang Zichen.

In the entire sect of Penglai Immortal Island, although the disciples can choose a weapon of their own from the mountain of spiritual weapons, whether it is a treasure weapon or a spiritual weapon, its ultimate ownership is the sect's.

Therefore, in order to recover these weapons, the sect deliberately set a rule, and anyone who loses or damages the weapon will be punished for thinking about it on the sidelines, and expelled from the sect at worst.

And the one who enforces this rule happens to be Duanmu Batian of Wangxing Immortal Island.

Huang Fuqi sneered, if Zhang Zichen's spirit sword is replaced now, and then broken and thrown into the deep sea, this Zhang Zichen will not be able to eat and walk around at that time!

A low-grade spiritual weapon, this is a good thing, if this thing is lost, it will be a big deal.

When the time comes, Huang Fuqi will stir up a few sentences in front of the master, Duanmu Batian didn't like Zhang Zichen as a waste disciple in the first place, and he would be expelled from the master when the time came.

Thinking of this, Huang Fuqi's face couldn't help but laugh: "Change!

But Huang Fuqi didn't expect that Zhang Zichen was not moving, but he was already laughing in his heart.

Huang Fu Qi, Huang Fu Qi, you are smart and confused for a while, today I will let you carry this black cauldron.

"One hand for clothes, the other hand for swords!"

Zhang Zichen was quite bold, his move made Qin Xuan and Long Fei a little uncomfortable.

You gave the sword to Huang Fuqi, and if he found out that it was a broken sword, it would be bad.

Although Qin Xuan and Long Fei kept making small movements and playing small eyes, Zhang Zichen ignored them, still took his spirit sword, and walked over to exchange with Huang Fuqi.

With one hand handing over clothes and one hand handing over swords, the two worked together happily and the transaction was successful.

Zhang Zichen got the clothes he wanted, and Huang Fuqi also got the spirit sword he wanted, and the two of them were very happy.

I'm afraid that today, the two of them have known each other for more than a year, and they have seen each other the most pleasing day.

After Huang Fuqi got the spirit sword, he hurriedly retreated, for fear that Zhang Zichen would regret it.

But Zhang Zichen had no intention of repenting, he also took a set of girls' red clothes and retreated to Qin Xuan and Long Fei.

"Senior Brother Zhang, your sword is broken, how can you give it to him?"

"Yes, Lao Jiu, do you want to break your sword and be discovered by others?

Qin Xuan and Long Fei were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Seeing this, Zhang Zichen smiled lightly, and then muttered in their ears for a while, Qin Xuan and Long Fei heard this, their brows gradually stretched, and the mood that began to be anxious disappeared completely, replaced by happy eyebrows.

Seeing Zhang Zichen and the three of them muttering, Huang Fuqi's face moved a few times, and he shouted: "Zhang Zichen, what are you discussing? Are you discussing how to take away this spirit sword?"

Zhang Zichen didn't respond, he didn't bother to pay attention to this mad dog.

But Huang Fuqi still didn't give up, he scolded: "Hmph! If you want to snatch this spirit sword, no way! You three are all waste, I have heard for a long time, Qin Xuan, the big waste of Qingmang Island, has cultivated for a hundred years before reaching the realm of ghost and immortal control, and he has not been able to break through for a long time." And that dead fat man Long Fei, it is said that he has been on the island for more than 20 years, and he still can't control the technique. Three pieces of waste, all three of you are waste!"

If Huang Fuqi wants to scold, let him scold enough.

At the end, Zhang Zichen just snorted coldly: "Megalomaniac!"

Huangfu said angrily: "What did you say?"

Zhang Zichen smiled and said, "I said you are a megalomaniac! By the way, megalomaniacal, what are you going to do with my spirit sword?"

"What to do?" Huang Fuqi's eyes flickered from side to side, he had already made up his mind to destroy this spirit sword, and then throw it into the deep sea, letting it sink to the bottom of the water and disappear forever.

Just when Huang Fuqi was fighting this bad idea, Zhang Zichen suddenly scolded: "Huang Fuqi, you are so bold, you dare to destroy my spirit sword in front of us!

"What...... What?" Huang Fuqi didn't understand what Zhang Zichen was saying at all.

"Huang Fuqi, Lao Jiu's words, aren't you clear enough?" Long Fei continued, "We saw you just now, snatching his spirit sword from Lao Jiu's hand, destroying it, and breaking it in two!"

The old nine in Long Fei's mouth was naturally the seventeenth thousand, nine hundred and sixty-first generation disciple of Qingmang Immortal Island, and Zhang Zichen, who was ranked ninth.

And to blame this broken sword on Huang Fuqi, this is all Zhang Zichen's plan.

Sure enough, Huang Fuqi seemed to understand, and he snorted coldly: "You want me to destroy this spirit sword, and then run to complain? But no way, because I didn't destroy this spirit sword!"

"No?" Zhang Zichen sneered, "But now that the sword is in your hand, you still say that you didn't break it?" If you want to prove it, just pull out my sword and see if it's broken!"

"Three wastes!" Huang Fuqi cursed, and began to draw his sword, "I said that it was not broken......

Speaking of this word 'broken', Huang Fuqi was a little dumbfounded, because he pulled out Zhang Zichen's sword, and it was a low-grade spirit sword that was broken in two.