As soon as Xiao Lin Yan threw it away, the black knife fell heavily to the ground, and then a terrible howl came: "Oops! But I fell to death! ”

Listening to this strange voice, Xiao Lin Yan hid his body behind a broken pillar, poked out his little head and cautiously looked in the direction where the voice came from, the scene just now really scared him a lot. Who would have thought that a rusty broken knife would actually appear out of thin air with a black smoke head, grinning at you with bared teeth, and talking! How can a knife speak? Is it really an evil spirit born of resentment, as the old man in the village said?

At this time, I saw that the strange black broken knife actually floated slowly, and after a slight pause, it flew straight in the direction where Xiao Lin Yan was.

Xiao Lin Yan, who was always paying attention to the movement here, saw that the strange broken knife was actually floating towards him, ran the exercises, and instantly performed the "magic step", turned around and ran. That speed is even better than when he ran away from the beasts before!

He shouted as he ran: "Uncle ghost, I entered here by accident, not intentionally to disturb your rest!" You have a lot of them, so let me go! At the same time, he was still reading something similar to a Buddhist scripture in his mouth, and he didn't know where he heard it.

The black broken knife chased after him, and the head made of smoke floated above the knife, and said with a grin: "Little doll, don't run, I'm really not a ghost!"

Seeing this, Xiao Lin Yan ran faster, and at the same time couldn't help but sneer: "You're not a ghost? I believe you're a ghost! If I don't run away, I'll be a ghost! ”

He ran in front, the weird black knife chased behind, one person and one knife went around the head in this dilapidated hall for more than a dozen times, Xiao Lin Yan really couldn't run, and sat in a corner of the hall. It seems that I can't run away today, forget it, what about love!

"Little doll, you are not very old, how can you run so much? But I'm tired of killing the knife master! I won't eat you again, what do you run! The black broken knife in the rear also floated up, and the blade of the knife rose and fell in the air, as if it was really "tired".

Xiao Lin Yan sat on the ground, holding the silver short knife borrowed from the thin monkey tightly in his hand, looking vigilantly at the strange black knife hanging in mid-air, thinking: I'm not running and waiting for you to eat? Who has ever seen a talking knife, and there is a smoke head of some kind of ghost, and you don't believe it if you don't have malicious ghosts! When I'm a three-year-old, huh? Later, I silently added in my heart: I'm six years old!

I saw that a head shrouded in black smoke was condensed on the knife again, and it was about to open its mouth to speak, Xiao Lin Yan raised the silver broken knife in his hand, and didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and cut off the head according to the smoke. After all, it was smoke, there was no substance, and Xiao Lin Yan's indiscriminate slashing fell on the black blade, and he suddenly remembered the sound of a gold and iron clash.

"Hey, little doll, don't cut it, don't cut it, it's painful to kill me! I'm a sword spirit, do you understand the knife spirit? Not a ghost! Stop! With Xiao Lin Yan's slashing, the weird black knife seemed to be really painful, shouting in the air, and constantly swinging the blade.

"Knife Spirit? What's that? Never heard of it! Don't try to deceive me, you devil! Xiao Lin Yan paused slightly, and then slashed at the black broken knife again.

"I'm really a sword spirit, stop it, and if you cut it again, it will be broken!" The smoke head grinned.

Xiao Lin Yan finally stopped in disbelief, looked at the black broken knife suspended in mid-air, and said, "Since you said that you are not a ghost, but what kind of sword spirit, how can you prove it?"

How do you prove this thing, the sword spirit is the sword spirit! But seeing that the boy was about to raise his knife and cut again, he hurriedly stopped his movements and said, "Slow down, listen to me." The weapons in the world are divided into four grades: heaven and earth, the highest level, followed by the earth level, followed by the Xuan level, and the yellow level is the second. All weapons above the prefecture level have the opportunity to cultivate spiritual wisdom, which is for the instrument spirit. The gap between weapons with and without them is like a cloud of mud, so once a weapon with a machine spirit is present, it will inevitably become the object of competition for everyone in the world. And I, the knife master, am the knife spirit in this black, get it, little doll! ”

After listening to what the guy who called himself the sword spirit said so much, Xiao Lin Yan nodded as if he didn't understand. After all, he grew up in a small mountain village, and the most powerful person in the village is the patriarch Lin Gu, who can barely be regarded as a second-rate powerhouse when he is put on the rivers and lakes, and he is also the bottom of the second-rate. For these things, Xiao Lin Yan has no way to learn them systematically, but this is just that his knowledge of the rivers and lakes is not enough, but it does not mean that he is easy to be coaxed. Xiao Lin Yan calmed down and asked, "Then you mean that you are the instrument spirit of a ground-level weapon?"

I saw a pinch of his head in the smoke, and the corners of his mouth went up, as if he said with disdain: "What is the prefecture level?" Can I be matched with the knife? ”

Xiao Lin Yan asked tentatively again: "That...... Heaven? ”

I saw that the head in the black mist shook his head again, and Xiao Lin Yan was about to raise his knife and cut it again when he saw this. The guy who claimed to be the sword spirit hurriedly stopped his movements and said, "Oh, my little ancestor, what's wrong?"

Xiao Lin Yan sneered: "You said earlier that only weapons above the prefecture level can produce machine spirits, and you also said that you are not the earth level, let alone the heaven level. It's clear that the devil wants to deceive me with clever words, and watch me hack you to death! ”

"Don't fight, don't fight, Dao Master, I am a peerless divine soldier, how can I use the worldly classification to limit it? And the kind of tasteless thing that the evil ghost has, I don't care about it! The smoke shook his head and hurriedly said.

Xiao Lin Yan didn't chop again, and after chatting for a while, he felt that this smoke head didn't seem to have any malicious intent. He put his mind at ease for a while, and then asked, "Just treat you as a divine soldier!" But if you are a divine weapon, then you should be highly sought after in the outside world, how can you wait to rust in this hellish place? ”

The smoke head sighed, as if with endless sadness, and said: "I think I followed my master to walk the rivers and lakes back then, and acted chivalrous and righteous, how happy and happy!" But helplessly, the master was killed by a traitor, and I was also broken in that earth-shattering battle, leaving only this half of the knife body to survive. ”

Xiao Lin Yan listened to the words of the smoke head and felt that it did not seem to be lying. I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I have also longed for the colorful rivers and lakes, and I can't help but sigh when I hear that a generation of heroes were assassinated by traitors and died. Then he asked, "Then according to you, you have been sleeping here, why did you suddenly wake up?" And why are you chasing me? ”

The smoke head continued: "I was asleep, but suddenly the prohibition outside the valley was different, and I woke up from my slumber, and then I sensed a familiar breath, and I ......"

Along the way, the smoke head suddenly approached Xiao Lin Yan, and after sensing it carefully, he said in surprise and joy: "This is ...... "Ink Recipe"?"