"What's the noise, what's the noise? I won't let people sleep!"

Another voice sounded in his head, and Zhang An only felt that if there was a busy city in his head now, his head was swollen.

"Who are you?!Do you know who I am?!" This voice was a little rough, and Zhang An could tell that this should be the soul of March Thunder speaking.

"Who are you? I don't care who you are! You make Uncle Ben sleep! That's your mistake! Quickly apologize to Uncle Ben, and you can not be held accountable!" And this voice is the voice of the white light figure that lit up that night after Zhang An was captured by Liang Qi.

Zhang An interjected, "You appeared again? I haven't thanked you for saving my life at that time, dare to ask your name." ”

"I've been living in you for almost six years, and you don't know my name for a long time. Back then, he called me A-Yuan, so you can call me Brother Yuan. However, what the hell is this, it will make a lot of noise as soon as it comes!" Ah Yuan looked through Zhang An's dantian and stared at the long sword he held in his hand.

March Lei shook even more in Zhang An's hand, and said angrily: "I am a magic weapon under the immortal product! You little thing, how can you talk to me?! You still want me to apologize, do you believe it that I killed you with a sword?"

"Under the immortal product?" Ah Yuan said disdainfully: "What about the immortal product? It's just from the hands of mortals, do you know who Uncle Ben is?!"

After Ah Yuan finished speaking, the white light in Zhang An's dantian skyrocketed, causing everyone to cover their eyes.

Zhang An could no longer hear the voices of Ah Yuan and March Lei, and after a while, the white light gradually dissipated, and the voice of March Lei came out of his mind, "I'm sorry, Brother Yuan, Uncle Yuan, my brother is wrong." ”

"Okay, okay, just know it's wrong. I still have to go to sleep, it will take a while for the recovery of the power of the origin, during this time, you will take good care of this kid, don't let his life hang by a thread again, let alone let him die!"

I don't know what A-Yuan said when the white light flashed, anyway, March Lei was honest now.

Zhang An was still struggling, March Thunder was honest, Zhang An didn't hold it steady, and threw March Thunder directly to the other side of the Shen Sword Pool.

Zhao Qinglan hurriedly ran over, slapped Zhang An's shoulders with both hands, touched her whole body up and down, and said, "Xiaofeng, are you okay, you were almost taken away by the sword just now." Then I said to myself, I thought you were stunned, what the hell is that white light, what have you experienced in the past year?"

Zhang An shook his head, and his mind cleared up a little, "Huh, what just happened?"

"Is your body okay?" Chen Jingwu and Yue Cang also walked up and asked.

Zhang An shook his head, "I'm fine, I just feel like I had a fight with someone just now, the kind of quarrel that scolded the street, and now I feel empty in my head." ”

Feng Jiayu also hurriedly stepped forward and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you." The magic weapon of the god product is better, and the soul is relatively easy to accept. Once this reaches the immortal product, the soul of the instrument will be more unruly. It didn't hurt you. ”

Zou Yijian was still beating the pig iron, with a sneering face.

Zhang Angang wanted to say that he was fine, but the March thunder at the end of Shen Jian Chi flew up again and flew towards Zhang Anxun!

Chen Jingwu jumped up and wanted to grab the March Thunder, but the March Thunder turned around, crossed Chen Jingwu, and flew to Zhang An, who was retreating again and again, and the hilt of the sword rubbed against Zhang An's hand.

Zhang An looked at everyone hesitantly, trying to hold the March Thunder.

Suddenly, the sword body flashed and thundered, a thunderbolt slashed, and a burst of purple smoke floated on the sword body, and the purple smoke slowly condensed, it was actually a strong man with double braids and waist, and the strong man's waist was wrapped in a purple coarse cloth, but the upper body was not wearing silk. Under the coarse cloth on his waist, purple smoke kept floating, and he didn't even have a lower body!

"It's... This is a human being or a ghost!" Zhao Qinglan wanted to take a closer look, but she was afraid.

The strong man arched his hand and said in a loud and powerful voice: "Brother Feng! From today onwards, I will always accompany you! Whether the road is smooth or the road ahead is bumpy, the March thunder will be your most handy weapon!"

"Me?" Zhang An pointed at himself and said in disbelief: "You mean me? Don't you mean that the immortal artifact soul is unruly? Why do you call me Brother Feng?"

"Oh, don't care about these details!" March Lei floated to Zhang An's side and said flatteringly: "We met, that's fate! Look at you, there are so many swords in Shenjian Pool, you fell in love with me at first sight, this is fate!"

Hearing this, Zhang An smirked: "You are normal, talk well." Also, don't use the word 'photo', it always feels weird. What did A-Yuan tell you, the difference between before and after is too big. ”

"Hey, don't blame it. Let's admit the Lord first and take the process that should be followed. As he spoke, March Thunder drilled back into the sword body, and the sharp blade gently slashed through Zhang An's fingertips, quickly sucking a trace of spilled blood into the sword body.

After a flash of red light, March Thunder flew out of the sword again, hurriedly picked up Zhang An's cut finger and blew it, put it in his mouth and smacked it twice.

"Tsk!" Zhang An pulled out his fingers with a look of disgust, and rubbed Zhao Qinglan's hand hard.

March Lei said innocently: "Brother Feng, put it in your mouth twice, you can stop the bleeding quickly!"

"Wow fart!" Zhang An didn't have a good air, the shape of March Lei was a little weird, so after being smacked a few times, Zhang An even wanted to chop off this finger!

March Lei didn't care and said: "I don't care, anyway, the Lord will admit it, I will be your sword in life and your ghost in death." ”

Yue Cang looked at such a farce and said with a smile: "Since ancient times, I have heard that it is difficult to train the soul, but it is really interesting to rush over to recognize the master." ”

"No way!"

Everyone was chatting, but they saw Zou Yijian wrapping his robe and walking down from the sword-casting platform, "You can't take this sword away!"

"Let go of your mother's fart!" Zhao Qinglan scolded, and then paid attention to Feng Jiayu beside her, and changed her words: "You fart! Wanlin Guixuan Sword was originally mine, you don't say that the dove occupies the magpie's nest, your mother said that the sword in the Shen Sword Pool can be picked, and now my junior brother has picked it, and you don't agree! This master has all been recognized, what else can you do?!"

"I said no, it's not good!" Zou Yijian pulled out the blue-gold long sword again, and there was a murderous aura behind him, "I am the owner of the Worship Sword Villa, and I only said what I said about the matter here! This is the last sword my father cast before his death, and it is also the only immortal magic weapon in the entire Worship Sword Villa! I see that you are holding the Wanlin Guixuan Sword as an excuse, and the real purpose is that this March Thunder is real!"

"Jian'er, don't be presumptuous!" Feng Jiayu hurriedly said, "This sword was originally meant to be given to a real person, why do you want to do this!"

Zou Yijian looked at him coldly, "Real person, isn't it just that I have been cultivating for a few more years! With my talent, after seven hundred years of cultivation, I have already ascended to the immortal realm!

Chen Jingwu protected everyone behind him and said slowly: "Indeed, I killed Xinghuai indirectly, if you want to take revenge, just come." There is just one sentence, I have to tell you, Xinghuai had a good relationship with me back then, he died, your mother can't control you, I have fulfilled my responsibility as an uncle!"

"Then you can try it!"