Obviously,

Xiaobai wants to be the boss, and he can't wait.

Yu Qiao's face showed surprise: "Ah! There is still this kind of operation?!I'll try!"

Immediately, Wei Qiao recited the mantra again, set a momentum, closed his eyes, shrugged the tip of his nose, and the white light flashed slightly, and the Burning Sky Sword suddenly soared into the air, and quietly disappeared into the ground in an instant.

It was also a coincidence that at that time, Qin'er and the boy were holding hands and looking at the mountains in the distance, and they spoke softly, but they didn't realize it.

The Burning Sky Sword entered the ground, and he immediately transformed into a teenager.

Xiaobai took a closer look:

The young man was nineteen years old, with a fine red silk hanging on his neck, and a piece of crystal green jade tied around his head, wearing a dark robe, green silk like ink, and a purple turban tied a knot, and his solemn face was casually draped with strands of slightly messy black hair, which almost covered half of his face, revealing only a cold and unruly Ruifeng eye.

Xiaobai smiled, "Hehe! Brother, you're in the right place!

The young man sniffed, bowed slightly, his forehead trembled, and his voice was a little reluctant: "I've seen the boss!"

"But why did I go into the ground to transform into a human?"

Xiaobai: "You are just a wood-level weapon, and you can't be compared with an immortal-level weapon! If you don't cultivate enough, of course you won't have the face to see people! You must double cultivate with the master's soul, and when the master's soul power is cultivated to reach the advanced level of the Mixed Yuan Taixu! You can transform into an adult, and you can walk with the master from now on!"

"Oh~" Qiao slanted a glance at Xiaobai.

Although it was a flash, Xiao Bai still saw the trace of arrogance in the young man's eyes, so he said awe-inspiringly: "Okay!

Qiao was looking around at the dark world around him, and after listening to Xiaobai's words, he bowed his hand, "Well, what the eldest brother said!", he closed his eyes and stared, shrugged his nose, and twisted the trick, but there was no response.

Xiao Bai and Meng Yi gradually got along, and they sensed that Meng Yi was looking for the Burning Sky Sword, and said in a hurry: "What's wrong with you?

Yu Qiao sniffed, "I~ I haven't forgotten! Maybe it's because the master was lying in the arms of Miss Wanqing on the top of Qianren Peak that day, and kept abandoning me next to the tree, this morning breeze and evening dew! I suffered some wind cold! This nose has some nostrils that are half plugged, and the nose hair is sticky! The nasal cavity is slippery, and I don't feel it, this ......"

Before the words fell, Xiao Bai flew up in the air and kicked on Qiao Qiao's buttocks, "You have a seven-foot beard eyebrows, you are really hypocritical! Look at your weak appearance! Lao Tzu kicked your chrysanthemum slippery!"

Xiao Bai suddenly stood still again, looking nervous, and tilted his head to the ground to listen, "It's over, it's over, a few people with bad intentions walked over to the little master......"

Meng Yi turned his head and looked into the distance, wondering in his heart, "No, is it not right? Could it be that the Burning Sky Sword was lost by himself? No, I have to turn back and look for it!"

The young man was about to turn around, but was lightly pulled by Qin'er.

Meng Yi: "What's wrong?"

Qin'er pouted, "My brother and they're here!"

As soon as Qin'er's voice fell,

"What a coincidence!"

Yan Xiaoyu's voice had already come, indifferent and disdainful.

Yan Xiaoyu, Yan Wuyu, Xue Zhong, Zhou Dashan, Zheng Shaobai and others have been waiting and have walked in front of the two.

The young man Meng Yi glanced at the other party, his face sank like water, and he didn't speak, a trace of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were indifferent, his eyes slid over Yan Xiaoyu's chubby face, and he didn't care for a moment, and looked at Yan Wuyu behind him.

Since moving out of the Qinshan ancestral hall that year, Meng Yi has not said a word to Yan Xiaoyu.

The young man will always remember that day, the fat Yan Xiaoyu threw the young Meng Yi's most beloved wooden dragon knife down the steps at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and looked at the young man condescendingly, the eyes of disdain and disgust were like two sharp and cold blades, deeply pierced into the young man's heart.

Yan Wuyu saw Meng Yi looking at him, his heart jumped wildly, his slightly curled and long eyelashes trembled, and his pretty face was white and as full moon, but it was still expressionless.

Yan Wuyu's eyes were calm, following the young man's gaze, but there was a hint of surprise in his heart, "He seems to be a little different today! There is no trace of cowardice in the eyes of the ancient well that seems to be projected for thousands of years! Some are incomparably confident and indifferent to everything! He has changed!"

The young man's gaze stayed on Yan Wuyu's face for 5 seconds, and there was a flash of heartache in his heart.

Like Qian'er, Xiao Yu was once the most distressed and pitiful girl of the teenager.

Maybe it's because the boy and Xiao Yu once made a child relationship, although they didn't complete the parental kneeling ceremony, once upon a time, the boy always regarded Xiao Yu as his future wife.

However, everything changed, not long after the boy and his mother were kicked out of the Qinshan mansion.

On an early morning when the sky was full of colorful clouds and the clouds were rising, by the Mulong River where the two had played barefoot together, Xiao Yu said coldly: "I, the person Yan Wuyu looks down on the most in my life, is the person who can't withstand any hardships and setbacks!

Xiao Yu waved his hand lightly, looked up sideways, looked at the sky, and tears came out of his eyes.

The young man's sad heart was dripping blood, and he stared at the red silk silk silk kissing silver bell bracelet on Xiao Yu's wrist, which was given to Xiao Yu by the young man.

The young man lowered his eyes, turned around and left, without a trace of nostalgia and hesitation, and said self-deprecatingly:

"There are so many people in the world who look down on me as a waste material!

——

now

The young Meng Yi's gaze lingered on Xiao Yu's face for a moment, and then he looked at Yan Yuntian and the others in the distance.

"Qin'er, let's go!"

In the face of everyone, the young man immediately became like gold, and he decided to send Qin'er home first, and then turn back to Qianrenfeng to have a look.

"Stop!"

Yan Xiaoyu's right arm moved slightly, and a long-handled fishtail scale purple-bladed broadsword was already in his hand, his wrist sank, and he blocked the young man sideways.

It was a spirit-level weapon, called the Northern Darkness Cold Abyss.

The hilt of this sword is twelve inches long, the sword body is three feet and five, the wide blade is double-edged, the sword belly is black and cold, and the edge is glowing with the purple cold light of the forest. The greatest power is: where the cold light comes, everything becomes an ice edge, and the extreme cold dies. Of course, in order to exert the maximum power, the soul power of the owner of this sword must be cultivated to reach the Taiqing Spirit Rank or above.

The young man Meng Yi lowered his eyes, glanced at the edge of the sword, and squinted at Yan Xiaoyu's fat face, his eyes were indifferent, unmoved, and he actually took another half step forward under his feet, and the purple cold light of the blade was already reflected on the cute yellow phoenix kiss jade bracelet bracelet on the young man's waist.

At this moment, Qin'er noticed the phoenix-patterned jade bracelet bracelet, and was shocked, she felt a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"Brother Xiaoyu!you~?" Qin'er raised her head and pouted.

Yan Xiaoyu saw that the young man Meng Yi did not retreat but advanced, and this momentum made him secretly surprised.

Seeing that Qin'er was a little angry, after a slight hesitation, the sword body trembled slightly, and the figure retreated by half an inch.

Qin'er was worried about Brother Meng Yi, so she took the young man's hand and pulled it back slightly.

Yan Xiaoyu saw it, gritted his teeth, his thick chest bulged, took a deep breath, and said loudly:

"Qin'er! Don't get me wrong! I just want to learn from Meng Yi and improve together, and now Meng Yi is also on the cultivation list of the Shangqing Xuan Rank! I know that Meng Yi is smart and very good at memorizing! The mantra on the sword book of the Burning Sky Sword must be familiar with it...... Where's your Sky Sword?"

Yan Wuyu behind him was stunned for a moment, looked up and down, only to find that the Burning Sky Sword on the young man's back was really gone, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed in his heart, and said secretly:

"Alas, I still don't want to forge ahead! Once the Burning Sky Sword recognizes its master, it must be dual-cultivated with the master's soul, and it must not leave an inch before it can quickly exert its power, and abandoning the weapons it holds at will is not the style of the future Holy City warriors!"

"Haha! I know! This kid must have used some kind of trick to possess the Burning Sky Sword that day! Can't pull it out, can he? Put it at home as a burning stick, right?", it turned out to be Zheng Shaobai laughing wildly.

Xue Zhong in the back frowned slightly, glanced at Meng Yi suspiciously, pouted slightly, and raised the long-handled Purple Gold Heavenly Hammer that was dragging behind him.

Only the huge fat Zhou Dashan, who was majestic and standing behind Xiao Yu like a mountain, glanced down at the back of the heads of the people in front of him, picked the hair that was scattered randomly, looked back at his father in the distance, and checked the unicorn head Xuanyue axe in his hand, his expression was slightly embarrassed.

The young man Meng Yi didn't even raise his head, and smiled at Qin'er, "Qin'er, you go home first! I have to turn back to the mountain road to look for it!"

Yan Xiaoyu: "If you want to leave, don't make excuses! Such a heavy sword! Will you lose it? If you want to run, just say it! Hahaha!"

The young man suddenly had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, staring indifferently at Yan Xiaoyu's slightly deformed face with a smile, and suddenly became fearless, thinking:

"Why don't I bring the Burning Sky Sword with me today! Can you still dismantle me into eight pieces? Hehe! These villains!"

The young man's right hand struggled out in the warm palm of Qin'er's little hand, helped the wooden dragon knife behind his back, grinned, stretched out his index finger and circled in his nostrils, and flicked his fingers at the North Stygian Cold Abyss across his chest, and shouted in a fuss:

"Damn! This sword is really a divine weapon! It can even block my finger flick magic skill!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's jaws dropped, you look at me, I look at you,

Yan Xiaoyu secretly wondered if this Meng Yi had become a fool.

What does "!" mean?

This is his finger flick magic skill, and it is also assisted by boogers?

Qin'er was also stunned, thinking, "What's wrong with Brother Meng Yi? This day is talking nonsense with one foot and one leg on the ground! What am I relying on?"

"Brother Mengyi, what's wrong with you?", Qin'er looked up at the young man, her eyes full of heartache and worry.

In an instant, a large cloud flashed sideways, the ground under his feet shook slightly, Zhou Dashan had already carried the beast head Xuanyue axe and ran to Meng Yi's side, the big fat hand like a pumpkin in September gently supported Meng Yi's back, thick lips muttered, although the voice was rough and thick, but it was very gentle:

"Less~ Young Master!You~ Are you okay?",

Dashan thought that the young man might be desperate and made a mistake.

When the Meng family was still living in the mansion of the Qinshan ancestral hall, Zhou Dashan's father Zhou Hengtang was a servant of the Meng family, and Zhou Dashan grew up with Meng Yi naked and a toddler!

At this moment, Meng Yi is very happy in his heart, he has gained a lot recently, and he has learned the news that his father is still alive, and since then he has the careful teaching and care of Master Wanqing! Qin'er will never give up! With the Three Realms Against the Wind and Cloud and the Sun Slash, the Fierce Sky Sword, his cultivation state has also returned.

The boy looked up at the sky,

Suddenly I feel lucky,

seem

There was already a beam of warm light projected for thousands of years, reflected in the tear-wet pupils of the once countless lonely dark nights, and the young man suddenly felt full of strength.

"Little Lord, Little Lord, the Burning Sky Sword has fallen to the ground and disappeared from the ground under your feet!"

Xiao Bai's secret words suddenly came from his mind, interrupting the young Yunshan's distant thoughts.

It turned out that Xiaobai had taken advantage of the young man's good mood to open his mind and communicate with the young man Meng Yi at will.

"Oh, I'll go, Xiaobai, how can this be?"

The young man didn't know that Xiaobai couldn't hear the secret words between him and others, and he could only communicate with his heart, but he shouted without a head.

As soon as these words came out, even Qin'er was startled and looked around.

Who is Xiaobai?

Who is Brother Meng Yi talking to?

Fifteen-year-old Zhou Dashan is enough, seeing Meng Yi so strange, the pit must be crazy! Tears immediately poured out, pea-sized tears slid across the fat face like a crystal xiaolongbao, and fell on the edge of the unicorn's head Xuanyue axe, splashing one after another.

Zhou Dashan's body moved, he lifted the Xuanyue axe upside down, wiped his tears with his sleeves, stepped back with his left foot, and instantly drew a weird half-solitary, his arms were divided in front, he made a mistake, a pair of cold axes stretched out front and back, his fat buttocks twisted, and he protected the young Meng Yi behind him.

But looking at the cold light and cold shadow of the North Darkness Cold Abyss Sword in front of him, the fat fifteen-year-old boy held his head high, and his tears were already flowing into a river, and his cry shook the sky:

"Uh-huh...... Brother Xiaoyu! Don't do this to the young master! How uncomfortable the young master is!"

Yan Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, looked up at the fat face of the mountain crying, couldn't help but take a step back, and saw him crying, so he pouted and said, "Look at you like a bear!

Yan Wuyu was taken aback by the mixed feelings in his heart, and pulled Yan Xiaoyu's yellow squirrel mink short coat to stop it, and thought to himself: "Could it be that he really lost his mind?!"

Qin'er's heart was like a pinprick, she gently tugged on Brother Meng Yi's arm, raised her little face, two clear tears swirled in her eyes, and her voice was heartbreaking, "Brother Meng Yi, what's wrong with you? Brother Meng Yi~"

The young Meng Yi suddenly realized, instantly understood everything that was happening in front of him, he reached out and scratched Qin'er's little nose, took her little hand, and said with a smile: "Qin'er! I'm fine."

raised his hand and patted the back of Zhou Dashan, who was like the mountain in front of him,

"Don't cry anymore! Your pair of beast-headed axes will rust into scrap metal if they are wet with your tears!"

Zhou Dashan turned around: Nima! The tears on his face are really enough, and they have already flowed to his neck.

Looking at the mountain, the young man smiled slightly.

Yan Wuyu had already taken out a handkerchief and handed it to Dashan, and said in a low voice: "Don't wipe it with the cuffs of your jacket!

Dashan looked down and saw that what Xiao Yu handed over was a silk handkerchief embroidered with green water, green lotus and red dragonfly, and after a little hesitation, he saw Xiao Yu's eyes full of anger, staring at himself, and hurriedly inserted the double axe in his back, took it, and wiped his head and face for a while.

"Yan Xiaoyu, you want to admire my Burning Sky Sword, right?"

The young man Meng Yi's voice suddenly turned cold in an instant, squinting at Yan Xiaoyu and taking a step forward.

Yan Xiaoyu was forced by the young man's momentum, and hurriedly put away his sword and held it upside down, but he didn't make the slightest concession, and the tips of the two noses almost touched together.

Meng Yi: "Open your eyes and see clearly!"

The young man broke off, stretched out his right hand, slowly raised it, and his heart moved, and he silently called: Fierce Sky Sword, get up!

Xiao Bai was in a hurry underground, ripped off the purple headscarf on Qiao Qiao's head, and rubbed wildly in his two nostrils: "Okay, little lord call, hurry up!"

He sucked his nose vigorously, recited the mantra silently, closed his eyes and shrugged his nose......