As soon as Chen Xiaoqiang sat down, Jin Yongsheng appeared beside Chen Xiaoqiang and said, "Hey, be careful, this sword is very evil......"

All the treasures in the Naxu ring, Jin Yongsheng, had been checked, and the belongings given to him by the old military god, he was naturally more attentive, although they were not registered one by one, but they were all listed in Jin Yongsheng's mind.

This black sword, when Jin Yongsheng saw it, he was curious to pull it up, but no matter how hard he tried the black sword, the black sword always did not move, and asked the old army god afterwards, the old army god repeatedly told Jin Yongsheng, do not move this black sword, this sword is called the god of death, the big murderer, is the top murderer in the ancient world, most of its masters died violently, none of them ended well, he received this sword is really an accident, no one in this world can control this sword. Since then, Jin Yongsheng has completely forgotten about this Death Sword.

Chen Xiaoqiang suddenly came to ask for a sword today, and Jin Yongsheng naturally knew that what he wanted was the god of death, because there was only this one sword in his Naxu ring.

"You are a second product, what should you do, don't bother the master. Hearing Jin Yongsheng's words, Chen Xiaoqiang turned his head and glanced at him. "Ah, Chen Xiaoqiang, we have a gentleman's agreement...... Why are you still calling. Jin Yongsheng immediately jumped up and screamed as if deceived.

"I only said the second grade, not the gold. Chen Xiaoqiang had a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

What words?

Don't play like this.

Jin Yongsheng almost didn't cry.

Hate turned around and said, "Okay, okay, Chen Xiaoqiang, just let this Grim Reaper clean you up." ”

After saying this, Jin Yongsheng appeared in front of the old army god, and with an angry expression, he turned his eyes to look at the old army god, and threw down a sentence: "He can't die." After that, he turned around and walked away with a grunt.

Jin Yongsheng knew that the Death Sword was a fierce soldier, and he knew that Chen Xiaoqiang would not ask him for a sword for no reason, if Chen Xiaoqiang was really instigated by the old army god, Jin Yongsheng would naturally come to confirm, although the goods had been calling him the second grade for the past few days, which made him very unhappy, but he didn't even know how many realms he had ascended to, and he should have been teased by Chen Xiaoqiang for two days.

Jin Yongsheng didn't deal with Chen Xiaoqiang all day long, but in fact, it was all on the surface, and the two teenagers cared about each other very much in their hearts...... This is a hot-blooded boy, and the way he likes and expresses himself is different.

"Yong boy, don't go far......" The old military god didn't know why Jin Yongsheng was angry, because he was worried that Chen Xiaoqiang was behind him.

The power of any weapon with spirit is extremely powerful, especially the divine weapon with self-consciousness such as Henggu, Wanlong, and Death, which is not something that ordinary martial artists can control.

Although Chen Xiaoqiang's qualifications are high, the old military god has never had the idea of letting him use the god of death, and after being injured in the battle with Geng Huang this time, Wan Long proposed several times, saying that Chen Xiaoqiang could even endure "A Thousand Generals to Kill", and it was natural to subdue the little god of death, and that young man's cultivation was growing rapidly, and he also needed a top-level weapon to match it.

The old army god knew that Wan Long obviously wanted to pull out the seedlings in order to improve the cultivation of Jin Yongsheng's rookies.

However, whether it is Jin Yongsheng or Chen Xiaoqiang, including the two teenagers' partners Yin Jiabao, Jin Xuanling and Jin Yuanyuan, these seemingly ordinary children all have different talents, and for this reason, the old military god is willing to take a risk.

In the Naxu ring, after Jin Yongsheng left, Chen Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and reached out towards the Death Sword.

There is everything about this Death Sword, the old military god has already told him, and he has also said that it is up to him to choose whether to take the sword or not.

A top murderer!

Is there anything more seducing and confusing than this?

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they are the most fearless when they are young!

Chen Xiaoqiang, who was extremely excited in his heart, but had a calm face, poked out his hand, and the world in front of him immediately changed.

A man in a black cloak, whose entire face was hidden in a large loose cape, was playing chess alone against a chessboard.

"After waiting for so long, it turned out to be a little ghost. ”

Chen Xiaoqiang felt his eyes sweep his whole body.

"My name is Chen Xiaoqiang, from now on, you are the master's sword. Chen Xiaoqiang issued his unique feminine voice to the man, neither humble nor arrogant, not frightened, and his voice was surprisingly calm.

"Hehe, it's not a small tone. The man's hat slipped off suddenly, revealing a pale skeletal face, with black charms painted on his face, and a pair of black hole-like eyes with a little crimson next to each other, which was very eye-catching.

Suddenly seeing the skeletal face of the Death God Sword Spirit and the heavy murderous aura rushing to his face, Chen Xiaoqiang was also shocked in his heart, but then he regained his composure.

The man stared at Chen Xiaoqiang for a long time, and saw that Chen Xiaoqiang looked at him with a normal face, and didn't want to continue to say anything, revealing a fierce expression, and the chessboard in front of him silently moved to Chen Xiaoqiang and said: "Little ghost, if you want to be my master, you will break the game of chess in front of you first." Oh, first of all, if you can't break it, you'll die. ”

Chen Xiaoqiang turned his gaze to the chess game, and after looking at it for a while, he looked up at the Death Sword Spirit, revealing a very harmless boy-next-door sunny smile.

After a while, Chen Xiaoqiang appeared in front of the old military god with a normal face with the Death God Sword.

"A sword is a good sword, but it's not too constrained. Xiaoqiang thanked the teacher here. Chen Xiaoqiang spoke respectfully and bowed to the old military god who was still soaked in the medicine barrel, and then turned to leave.

"How did he do it?" the old military god looked dazed.

The young man was holding death in his hand, how could this sword be so easy to recognize the master?

Wait a minute......

"I like this kid. In the sea of old soldiers' souls, the voice of ten thousand dragons sounded.

"Wanlong, what did you see?" The old military god thought that it would take Chen Xiaoqiang at least three or four days to subdue the Death God Sword, so he hurriedly rushed into the soul sea and asked Wanlong.

"It's nothing, the strong boy solved the game of Death's serial chess. Wan Long spoke, blowing the fingers that had just been extinguished.

"How did he solve it?"

"Death to those who stand in my way! don't do this, throw away this ......" Wan Long learned from Chen Xiaoqiang's voice and the way he threw chess pieces when playing chess with the Grim Reaper, and then shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's unraveled." ”

"Is this okay?"

"Yes. I thought that this kind of stupid trick should be Yong Boy, but I didn't expect the strong boy to be very good at it. ”

"Death Suit?"

"Probably not. Who knows, but I think this thing must be the same as Xiao Chichi now, with a confused expression on his face. Aha, ahaha......"

In the sea of souls of the old army god, the sound of Wan Long's hearty laughter lasted for a long time.

It's nearly noon.

Jin Yongsheng, who was struggling to practice the fifth type of "Meteor Fall" in the jungle, sweated like rain, and the move of this punch was just a punch with both arms one after the other, without any legal cooperation, but the boxing book said that the realm of punching should be to the point where the leaves could not be moved, and the fist force would enter without traces, and the hole in the source was like a needle, 100 meters deep, and the iron and stone were the same.

If he didn't cooperate with the law, he just used his fist power to break his mind, Jin Yongsheng practiced hard for more than ten days, and he felt more and more hopeless.

The first few punches of "Meteor Fall" are all amazingly destructive, including Jin Yongsheng's finger stacking method, and this type of broken mind has completely upgraded to a new level in terms of fist intent.

Jin Yongsheng had just found a way to use his fist with his mental power to match his own strength, and now he had beaten him back to his original form with a single thought.

Simply control the power, punch to be light or fast, light to the point of not being able to reach a feather, so fast that it is unpredictable, hold your breath and calm your breath, then punch, and then punch......

Jin Yongsheng under the tree no longer snorted, and every time he inhaled and punched, no less than a dozen times, but when he landed on the trunk of the tree where he punched, on the trunk, the fist-sized hole was like a strange mouth, and shouted to him, you didn't succeed, you stupid.

Keep practicing!

I've made progress, and the trees before were blown up by my fists, but now it's much better.

Come on!

Practice makes perfect, you have learned everything like light, not to mention breaking your thoughts, Jin Yongsheng is so relieved and motivates himself.

"Brother Yong, Brother Yong'er......"

The appearance of Yin Jiabao did not interrupt Jin Yongsheng to continue practicing boxing.

Don't stop, because Heng is still suffering.

"Brother Yong'er, go and talk to Brother Qiang, don't let him take that sword, the monster in that sword will kill him......"

At noon, after meeting Chen Xiaoqiang with the Death Sword in his hand, Yin Jiabao immediately saw the ghost and changed his frightened expression, and pulled Chen Xiaoqiang for a long time to whisper but could not make Chen Xiaoqiang give up the Death Sword in his hand, so the fat man came to find Jin Yongsheng for help.

Yin Jiabao is born with the ability to perceive all things and all spirits, and he can see things that ordinary people can't see.

Under the black robe of the Death God Sword Spirit is full of unjust souls and ghosts, and the killing evil aura of this sword is so strong that even Wan Long is a few points inferior.

At the two points of crimson between the eyes of the Death Sword Spirit, Yin Jiabao felt the sad fate of his previous sword masters, who were invaded by demons and deceived the gods, and his temperament became more and more irritable, and then he was bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty, like a mad demon.

"Brother Yong'er, that sword is extremely fierce, let's destroy him, don't let Brother Qiang take it. ”

It was the first time Jin Yongsheng heard Yin Jiabao say that he wanted to destroy something, so he couldn't help but stop, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Jiabao, have you been to persuade him?"

"I persuaded me, but Brother Qiang didn't listen to me. Yin Jiabao showed an anxious expression.

"He listens to me?" Jin Yongsheng said with a pout.

Chen Xiaoqiang got the Death Sword with the smug and stinky look on his face when he came out of the Naxu ring, but Jin Yongsheng was unhappy all morning, even if he practiced boxing, he felt unhappy.

"What should I do then?Brother Yong'er, Brother Qiang will die with that sword...... You have to find a way to save him. ”

Chen Xiaoqiang will die!

It's not that serious, is it?

Jin Yongsheng felt that Yin Jiabao was a little exaggerated, patted Yin Jiabao on the shoulder and said, "Jiabao, don't worry, Chen Xiaoqiang will not die." ”

"Yes, yes......"