However, Fang Xun'an had just squatted down, and the tip of that sword moved instantly, pointing at his bud again.

Fang Xun'an was about to jump, but when he looked up, he found that the sword was actually pointing at him again, so frightened that he stumbled and fell on the book.

Fang Xun'an got up and found that the tip of the sword was still pointing, he froze for a moment, and then tentatively moved his body, and the tip of the sword also moved.

Fang Xun'an didn't believe in evil, he poked out a flower root, the sword above his head did not move, he stretched out a hand, the sword still did not move, he was ruthless, and half of his body poked out, but the sword still did not move.

At this moment, Fang Xun'an only had one part left that did not move, in order to pursue the truth, he moved the bud slightly, and the tip of the sword above his head immediately moved.

Fang Xun'an saw that it was actually beating the idea of its own bud, pointed to the sword above his head and jumped to his feet and scolded: "Dog thing, what do you want, you actually want my bud, don't you know that this is my most precious thing, hurry up and take it back for me!"

If the purpose of this sword was Fang Xun'an's other parts, he wouldn't be so angry.

The other parts are broken, and they will all grow back, but it will take a little longer.

But Fang Xun'an knew that if his buds were gone, it would really be gone, and there was no such thing as growing back.

The sword seemed to understand Fang Xun'an's meaning, and the tip of the sword immediately returned to its original position, no longer pointing at his bud.

Seeing this, Fang Xun'an couldn't help but be surprised: "You little thing is quite sensible!"

After Fang Xun'an lost the threat brought by the tip of the sword, he arched himself again and prepared to jump.

"Take off!" Fang Xun'an roared after aiming, and the power in his body exploded instantly, and the whole flower turned into a small cannonball, rushing straight towards the hilt of the sword.

However, the accuracy of this jump was deviated, causing Fang Xun'an not to install it, but to pass by.

"Not good!" By the time Fang Xun'an reacted, half of his body had already passed the position of the hilt of the sword.

Fang Xun'an saw that he was about to fly out, but at this time, he had an idea, and the flower root was like a tentacle, quickly wrapped around the hilt of the sword and hugged it tightly.

Fang Xun'an's momentum was still unabated, causing him to be straightened in an instant, and when the flower roots he felt were about to be broken, that momentum slowly disappeared.

"It hurts me, the next time you take off, you have to aim a little bit. Fang Xun'an rubbed his flower roots, and then looked the hilt of the sword in front of him up and down.

"It doesn't look like anything special!" Fang Xun'an fumbled around it, but didn't find any mechanism.

Fang Xun'an scratched his head and said puzzledly: "Strange, how to use this thing, I don't know how to give a manual." ”

He recalled the consistent path of cultivating immortals, and thought of a possibility: "Then this thing still has to drip blood to recognize the master?"

There is indeed a saying in this world that there is a drop of blood to recognize the Lord, just like Gu Xintong's Black Abyss Demon Shadow, which needs to be recognized by a drop of blood.

However, all of them with this function are very high-level magic weapons, Fang Xun'an couldn't believe that the sword in his mind still needs to be dripping blood to recognize the master.

No wonder the tip of this sword just now kept pointing at its own bud, it turned out that it wanted to recognize the Lord!

"This wave is making a lot of money!" Fang Xun'an rubbed his hands excitedly, he slowly lowered his body, stretched out a leaf and scratched it on the sword.

"Hahaha, you're mine!" Fang Xun'an raised his head and laughed, he had already begun to imagine that in the future, he would be able to defeat the world's monks with a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand.

When the time comes, he can defeat Gu Xintong and them one by one, overthrow their brutal rule, and turn over and become the master himself!

Fang Xun'an thought about the arrangements for the three of them after he turned over.

Monsoon often pets cats, the technique must be very good, let her massage herself when the time comes;

Lin Lihua's cooking skills are very good, so let her be her own cook;

Gu Xintong's brain is very energetic, and Fang Xun'an has always been obsessed with it, so she only needs to appear at any time when she wants to play her brain.

Dumb is his No. 1 royal mount and guard, Zifeng's hair is very comfortable, it can be used as a cushion.

However, there is a problem, that is, with his small body, it may be a little difficult to use this sword.

Thinking of himself being such a small flower, to carry such a long sword to fight with others, Fang Xun'an felt that the picture at that time might be a bit ghostly.

"Forget it, the ghost animal is the ghost animal, the top priority now is to collect this sword. ”

As long as he can turn over and be the master, Fang Xun'an can still accept the trivial matter of ghost animals.

However, Fang Xun'an forgot one thing, that is, his current body is just a projection of consciousness, and there is no such thing as blood at all.

And even if Fang Xun'an's body came, it would be impossible to be cut by this sword, and it would only be possible to flow green juice.

So after Fang Xun'an cut his own leaves, the sword didn't react.

"What's the situation?" Fang Xun'an was a little puzzled, he thought that the amount of bleeding he had just now was not large enough, so the sword did not react.

So this time he was ruthless and slashed his leaf on the sword several times, and this leaf seemed useless.

"It should be okay now!" Fang Xun'an thought.

For this sword, I sacrificed a whole leaf, and if you convert it, it is equivalent to sacrificing a finger!

However, even if Fang Xun'an sacrificed a leaf, the sword had no reaction.

Fang Xun'an couldn't figure it out, he was wrong in that step, why did this sword just deny the master!

When he saw his broken leaves, he immediately understood, he didn't expect that this sword had not been able to recognize its owner, and it was actually for this reason.

Fang Xun'an touched the hilt of the sword, shook his head with a wry smile, he didn't expect such a sword to be placed in front of him, but he had no way to make it recognize the master.

And the reason for this is just because I don't have blood!

Fang Xun'an was very angry, why did this sword appear in his mind, why did his body be a flower that would not bleed!

Fang Xun'an let go of his flower roots and landed straight on the book, he looked up at the sword, and sighed helplessly.

At this point, Fang Xun'an could only go with it, since he couldn't make this sword recognize the owner, there was no way to get it out.

It seems that in addition to this book, there is one more thing in my mind.

"That's fine, so that you guy won't be lonely. Fang Xun'an touched the blank page and whispered.