Although Wu De Xingjun said that he was discussing with the sword-wielding spirit officer, he did not have the slightest intention of discussing with him.

His tone was very gentle, and his actions were not ambiguous at all.

"Sir, when I first got this mask, I clearly said that it was mine in my hands. ”

The sword-wielding spirit officer felt inexplicably aggrieved, Wu De Xingjun's cultivation had already reached the middle three realms, and he had no way to resist.

"Oh...... I just said that I would borrow it from you for the time being, so that I could walk in the middle of the heavens, and when the time came, I would return it!"

"But now we haven't started walking in Zhongtian at all, and we haven't even come out of Xiantang, so it's just Zhen'anli walking around...... How can this time come?"

The little boy was anxious, he was anxious.

The sword-wielding spirit officer had a strong sense of complaint in his words, but he couldn't get angry, he respected the person in front of him from the bottom of his heart, not to mention his knowledge, character, and talent, he was very impressed by this gentleman.

"I said it, that's it, no one knows the timing better than me!"

Wu De Xingjun casually rewarded the sword-wielding spirit officer with a burst chestnut.

"Oh......" Zhijian couldn't refute anymore, and reluctantly put the mask up.

Zhang Qinghe didn't expect that the people in the Heavenly Palace would have such a side, he imagined it, how could the previous generation of martial arts have to be the same era as the Demon King, so after calculation, if the sword is still alive, I am afraid that it will be bigger than Li Shaobai, and it is estimated that it will be smaller than Xu Jianshan.

Thinking of the Heavenly Palace Overhaul that was stirring up the wind and rain outside, he had been so weak and obedient in front of the elders......

Zhang Qinghe smiled a little.

Ah......h Tiangong, I know, monsters, madmen, old yin walls, civil servants, and little milk dogs, everyone has ......

Just as Zhang Qinghe was associating, Wu Dexingjun was about to take off the mask of the sword-wielding spirit officer.

"Sir, do you really want to pick it?"

"It's okay, I'll get you a better one later. ”

Wu De Xingjun seemed to be finally impatient with the entanglement with the sword-wielding spirit officer, and confided what he thought in his heart.

"Ahh

"Seriously...... As soon as I came in, I felt that there was a better mask hidden here in Dongtian!"

Zhang Qinghe became more and more sure that the sword-wielding spirit officer was still a young child, and between his words, the child-like pampering and helplessness in Wu Dexingjun's words made him a little dumbfounded.

The gentle tone came out of the mouth of a fake fairy with a red face and fangs, and the waist of a tiger was indescribably weird.

"That's good!"

This time, there was no need for Wu De Xingjun to coax, the sword spirit officer directly took off his mask, and as the mask of the red-faced fairy boy slowly fell off, the little boy's green hair was scattered, and his body gradually returned to normal, but it was only half a foot taller than before.

But what surprised Zhang Qinghe the most was not these, he even looked closer in disbelief - this little boy looks like Zhang Yuan in terms of eyebrows, eyes, charm and skeleton!

He was about to call out Zhang Yuan's name almost immediately, if he hadn't looked closer, there were still a few differences, he would have thought that he saw a living, past Zhang Yuan standing in front of him.

"The Zhang family ......," Zhang Qinghe muttered to himself.

There is no doubt that the little boy in front of him is inextricably linked with the Zhang family in Lantian.

Zhang's family ...... Could it be that martial arts or sword wielding is Zhang Buqi?!

Who is Zhang Buqi and what is he going to do!

The sword-wielding spirit officer took off his mask, handed the mask of the red-faced fairy boy to Wude Xingjun, and stood beside him with a happy and innocent expression.

"Sir, when am I going to get a new mask?"

"Alas, San'er, I don't know what you think, dolls of the same age have begun to fiddle with some knives, guns and sticks, why do you like these gods and gods so much?"

Wu Dexingjun was quite helpless, and since he took off his mask, he no longer called Xiao Tong'er "holding the sword".

"Before Mr. appeared, my mother planned to send me to the county opera troupe! Compared with the talent of singing, San'er's cultivation talent can be said to be unable to catch up. ”

Yo, you are still gasping Wu De Xingjun was a little silent, he thought about it, after all, he had no place to put it in his hand, and then there was a crisp brain crash, and he collapsed the little boy to the ground with one finger.

"Sir, if there is no new mask, I will make a fuss for Mr. today. ”

Get...... This is also a piece of hob meat.

Zhang Qinghe looked at the two people in the field and only felt very funny.

"Don't panic, there will be. ”

He casually threw the mask of the sword-wielding spirit officer in front of him, and threw it into a hidden corner, which made San'er feel distressed for a while.

"Sir, what do you mean by that?!" The little boy hurriedly ran forward and was about to pick up the mask, but was stopped by Wude Xingjun.

"Leave it there, someone will pick it up. Wu De Xingjun said lightly.

However, his next action made Zhang Qinghe break out in a cold sweat-

I saw that he tilted his head slightly, turned his gaze to Zhang Qinghe's direction, and said with a chuckle:

"You're right?"

What's going on?!

How could he possibly see me?!

Zhang Qinghe had probed the void and reality with an iron sword before, and these two people were obviously just from the past time and space, how could they communicate with me?!

"Can seniors see me?" Zhang Qinghe pointed to himself and asked Wude loudly.

However, Wu De was speechless, and with a light lift of the cold iron chain with his right hand, the bronze coffin, which was taller than a person, was about to be carried behind the red unicorn supplement figure.

A few manic and dull crashing sounds sounded from inside, as if it was a living thing, Wu Dedu entered the spirit yuan, chanted something silently, gently soothed the things inside, and called the little boy again-

"San'er keep up!"

"Okay!"

The little boy walked side by side with Wude Xingjun, and the direction he went was where the inheritance of Prince Yin was.

Zhang Qinghe turned his head to look at the corner, and a mask that seemed to have gone through hundreds of years of vicissitudes and accumulated years of morning ashes was lying quietly.

He gritted his teeth and put away the mask, the inexplicable familiarity in his heart came to his heart again, he calculated his destination, and Hua Hong chased in the direction where the two left, wanting to see what happened next.

I finally feel that I am so close to the people of the cloth, why can't I find more information?

So the two of them were in the past, walking indifferently, one in the present, chasing in vain, towards a common destination......

"San'er ......"

"What's wrong with sir?"

"Aren't you good at singing, listen to the songs. ”

I saw that the little boy did not shirk, let alone be ambiguous, and cleared his throat-

"The gods are good, the gods are good, the immortals are blessed and long-lived, the heart and liver are cooked in the sky, and the fruit has become a wedding dress.

The rare confusion disease of mayflies is hidden in the mundane and precious well. There are saints sleeping in coffins, and there are demons and temples busy. The end is hard work and good fortune, but I don't know that I was confined to the fat intestines.

The more this thing goes on, the more they don't have to be arrogant. It's just a big show, and it's going to open in a thousand years......"