Cheng Huan saw that his attack was easily blocked by him, his expression was cold, but he did not flinch: "In this case, why did you fall into such a person, a ghost." Although you are a senior, it is an exaggeration. ”

Although Wei Zhi still had that familiar face, it gave people a completely different feeling.

His whole person is indescribably cold and depressed, even if he raises his eyes, he is slow, but there is a chilling sense of persecution.

That's the indifference and alienation that often comes after staying at the top for a long time.

He looked at Cheng Huan condescendingly, as if thinking that this back was so bold, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, and a little smile appeared on his face: "Interesting." ”

Wei Zhiren was still laughing, but his hand was slowly raised.

The pale and slender index finger gently stretched out towards Cheng Huan's forehead.

Even when Cheng Huan faced Feng Ming, he didn't have this sense of oppression that he couldn't move.

She mobilized all her spiritual power, but she still couldn't resist the prohibition of that finger.

In the flash of light, Wei Zhi's hand was already on Cheng Huan's forehead, a little cold.

A cold sweat broke out on Cheng Huan's back.

"I'll give you a small gift as a thank you. Wei Zhi smiled slightly, and Cheng Huan only felt that an unprecedented spiritual power broke into his body along Wei Zhi's fingers without refusal.

Cheng Huan's body, which was originally not particularly stable, was strangely separated from the spiritual power and demonic energy.

She trembled, and when she came back to her senses, Wei Zhi was looking at her blankly.

"Master?"

Cheng Huan pursed his lips and looked at him for a moment, his tense back slowly relaxed.

Wei Zhi looked around with some confusion: "Why are we here?"

"You just ......" Cheng Huan saw Wei Zhi's dazed appearance, and subconsciously wanted to hide it, but when he thought of the ten-year separation between the two and Jiang Yuebai's advice, Cheng Huan's words turned around again: "Don't you remember?"

Wei Zhitou subconsciously deviated.

It's a retrospective action.

Cheng Huan said: "When you were in the box, you suddenly spent 300,000 demon stones to shoot this black stick, and then we arrived here." ”

Wei Zhi gritted his back teeth, and he didn't have any memory.

Cheng Huan glanced at him and continued: "It seems that a senior borrowed your hand and took a picture of this item. ”

Wei Zhi looked up suddenly: "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Cheng Huan said with a smile: "Yes." ”

Wei Zhi's body stiffened, and then he stepped forward and grabbed Cheng Huan's hand, and undoubtedly entered her body with aura, checking whether she was injured.

Cheng Huan didn't make any moves to resist, she looked at Wei Zhi's nervous appearance with a smile: "He caused me to owe me a big favor to the demon clan." ”

Wei Zhi replied without hesitation: "I still have it." ”

"Tsk. Cheng Huan's claws touched the back of Wei Zhi's head unruly: "Don't worry, that senior doesn't seem to have malicious intent." ”

Otherwise, he would have done it to himself.

Wei Zhi didn't say anything.

Cheng Huan withdrew his claws: "But next time, don't let people use your body casually." ”

Wei Zhi didn't know what he thought, and the ghost city blushed examinedly: "Okay." ”

After a pause, he added, "Except for Master." ”

Cheng Huan nodded subconsciously, and then felt that something was strange, so he coughed and diverted the topic: "That person should have some relationship with you, this black stick can't even Feng Ming take it, he can actually shrink its shape." ”

As he spoke, Cheng Huan stepped forward, picked up the black stick that was already only on his arm, and shook it twice in his hand: "I just don't know what this thing is for." ”

Wei Zhi didn't know why, when he saw Cheng Huan's slender hand holding the long black stick, he turned red from head to toe: "Master......"

"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Huan was taken aback by Wei Zhi's reaction.

Wei Zhi wanted to speak and stopped.

Cheng Huan hurriedly put down the black stick and came over to look at him.

Wei Zhi paused, and whispered, "When I touched it just now......"

"Huh?"

"I seem to have a connection with that black root. Wei Zhi said, instinctively raising his hand: "I seem to be able to control it." ”

After speaking, Wei Zhi's heart moved, and the black stick actually floated with his mind, and then flew in front of him.

Cheng Huan couldn't help but be surprised: "It's strange, it stands to reason that there is indeed a sense between Lingbao and the monk, but usually after dripping blood to recognize the master, you don't seem to have dripped blood on it." ”

Wei Zhi was also a little confused.

He felt strange when Cheng Huan touched the black stick.

I don't know if it's his delusion, at that time he felt that Cheng Huan's hand seemed to touch him.

But in this case, Wei Zhi would never be able to tell Cheng Huan.

The two pondered for a moment, but nothing came of it.

However, Wei Zhi was very satisfied with this 300,000 demon stone spirit treasure.

Seeing this, Cheng Huan couldn't help but say: "It just so happens that you haven't obtained the spirit treasure yet, if you like it, you can accept it." It's just that it's not known what kind of attack power it has. ”

Wei Zhi lowered his head and thought for a moment: "I can feel that it is hard. ”

Cheng Huan's thoughts took a big turn uncontrollably, and she pretended to be calm and said: "The spiritual treasures in the world are relatively hard. ”

Wei Zhi said: "It's very hard. ”

Cheng Huan raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh?"

Wei Zhi was silent for a moment, and suddenly turned out a long sword from the storage belt given by Jiang Yuebai.

Cheng Huan's eyes lit up: "This is the sword that Master obtained when he traveled, and it is called Xiaoyao." According to the grade, it should be the ninth grade of the yellow rank, and it can be used even in the infancy of the yuan. ”

Wei Zhi put the Xiaoyao Sword on the table, picked up the black stick, took a deep breath and slammed it down.

The table shattered and the sword cracked.

The two looked at each other.

Cheng Huan stepped forward after a moment to pick up the Easy Sword that was easily smashed in two, and then couldn't help but look at Wei Zhi's black stick again: "Yes, it seems to be really hard." When you reach the Yuan Infant Stage, relying on this black stick, it is estimated that you can kill a Jindan stage monk with a single stick. ”

Wei Zhi showed a satisfied smile: "That's it." ”

Cheng Huan said: "Since you plan to use it as a spiritual treasure, you should always give it a name." ”

Wei Zhi was stunned: "Master help me get one?"

Cheng Huan couldn't help but smile and said: "The natal spirit treasure is naturally better taken by yourself." ”

Wei Zhi didn't blink his eyes: "I like what Master takes." ”

Cheng Huan looked sad: "You let me name me, it's better to let me fight with you for three hundred rounds, don't torture me." ”

The corners of Wei Zhi's mouth grinned: "Then it's called the three hundred rounds of the big war, and the nickname is three hundred." ”

Cheng Huan: "???"

Wei Zhi put away the three hundred and smiled very innocently: "Master deserves to be a master." ”

Cheng Huan was praised and scolded as commonplace, but in the face of Wei Zhi's crystal clear eyes, she still involuntarily looked away, withdrew the enchantment, and sent a message to Ling Xiao outside, letting them in.