The cyan and gold colors shone brightly, splashing many five-colored dust and light, flickering, flickering and flickering.

"No, no compromise!"

A high-pitched voice rang in Ding Yi's head, causing Ding Yi to feel extremely unwell, dizzy, and want to vomit.

The gold medal jumped violently, which seemed to be a little different from what Ding Yi thought in his heart, the application of referring to things as treasures, the mana of pointing things as treasures was originally reserved, and it should be very strong according to reason.

Ding Yi didn't know that this scroll was copied by the Reincarnation Palace, and there was no problem with the text content, but the copied mana was too far away, and when the Duobao Dao people made the original scroll, they were close to the quasi-saint, and a mana could be refined, even a Yellow River could be refined, of course, the deeper the mana, the more attention should be paid to the ecological balance, and they would not kill for nothing, and ordinary people would not do this.

And the copied one, mana is better than nothing.

The protection mechanism is also because it is a copy, and Ding Yi is so easy to get started.

Running the true yuan, the brain is cold, a little better, Ding Yi, who was originally relaxed, got cautious, sat down cross-legged, five hearts towards the yuan, closed his eyes and meditated.

Just after a while, the voice sounded again.

"I am the future of tens of billions of people on earth, and I can't belong to anyone!"

The voice was urgent, nervous, and high-pitched!

It also carries the unique noise of the machine, which is rustling, and there is a danger of perforation of the eardrum, which is scary.

"Get out!"

The electronic sound seemed to be about to break through the sky, and Ding Yi's brain hurt terribly.

Qingguang and Jinguang are like battle arrays, after a period of Minghui and extinction are entangled, a stable situation is formed, Qingguang is like a wave, surging and surging, Jinguang is like a coastal defense embankment, solid and steady, bright for a while, and do not let each other.

The mana of turning things into treasures is not under Ding Yi's command, Ding Yi gritted his teeth and endured the noise, looking forward to receiving the gold medal as soon as possible, so that he could travel through time and space to go home.

He didn't expect that there would be a host in the gold medal, with an independent consciousness, and opposition to becoming his magic weapon, and it was very fierce.

"Fuck off!!"

This time the sound is different from the previous one, thick and clumsy, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, magnificent and grand!

With this sound, three golden points of light flew out from within the gold medal and hit the blue light hard.

The golden point of light restrained the infinite brilliance, and when it hit, the strong light flashed, although Ding closed his eyes, the pain under his eyelids was unbearable, almost making him scream.

After the impact, the golden light disappeared without a trace, and the blue light was knocked out of the window, flying away and disappearing.

The previous movement, silent, all the sounds, directly vibrating Ding Yi's sea of consciousness, is the exchange of consciousness, this last strong light burst, coming as fast as lightning, ordinary people blinking, thinking it was just an illusion.

Bai Suzhen was talking to Yin Yeping, when suddenly a strong light flashed, and she exclaimed, "What is it?"

Step up to the roof and look in the direction of the hall.

Under the eyes of the law, in the daylight, the blue light has nowhere to hide, Bai Suzhen's sleeves are rolled in the air, extending infinitely, circle by circle, like a blooming rose, rolled away layer by layer, to trap the green light.

Qingguang was flexible, as if spiritual, turned half a circle, turned around and drilled towards Ding Yi's window again.

The big sleeves fluttered, a little unable to catch up, Bai Suzhen shook her head, pointed her finger forward, and said coquettishly: "Disease!"

In the cloud-like coiled hair, the purple hairpin pierced out quickly, too fast, bringing out a screech and purple light, and the latter hair came first, properly tied to the blue light.

The blue light faded, like smoke and mist, and the mist was around the hairpin, and later, it disappeared without a trace.

"Come back!" beckoned Bai Suzhen.

The hairpin vibrated a few times in front of the window, and landed on the windowsill with a snap, still vibrating endlessly, like a fish out of water, struggling, but failed to respond to Bai Suzhen's call.

fluttered, a big hand blew withered, broke the window lattice, pinched the hairpin, the hairpin fell into Ding's hand, and immediately quieted.

Ding Yi appeared in front of the window, raised the hairpin in front of his eyes, and looked carefully, the hairpin was purple all over, purple and translucent, the top was dragon-shaped, slightly hollow, the material was weird, and the tip was sharp.

Is the hairpin polished so sharp that you are not afraid of accidental injury?

Spread the hairpin in the palm of his hand, raised it, and asked Bai Suzhen in the high place, "Yours?"

Bai Suzhen was expressionless and said, "The treasure chooses the owner, since it falls into your hands, it is yours!"

'What am I going to do with the hairpin, the woman's personal belongings, the tokens of engagement, the private teaching and receiving of men and women, where is the yin and the smelting?'

Ding Yi was strange, and when he heard Bai Suzhen say that it was a treasure, he asked, "What kind of treasure is this?"

Bai Suzhen smiled lightly, and her tone was also light and fluttering, without any weight, as if she would not fall to the ground: "You ask it!"

Ding Yihu looked at the hairpin suspiciously, "How do you ask this?"

"Sister, what's the matter?" Xiaoqing has cultivated since she became a human being, and her spiritual sense is amazing, she and Bai Suzhen live next door, and they found that Bai Suzhen's abnormal movement came faster than Yin Yeping.

"It's okay, let's go!" Bai Suzhen turned around and jumped off the roof and went back.

Xiaoqing stared at the purple hairpin for a while, and her face was displeased, but she didn't say anything to Ding Yi after all, and greeted Yin Yeping, who came with her: "Let's go!"

Yin Ye Ping sassy hair, look at Ding Yi in the window, look at the hairpin in his hand, smile, and leave.

Oh, there was movement, Ding Yi was secretly nervous, but his hand was holding the hairpin and not moving.

The hairpin slowly became bigger and longer, Ding Yi's palm was a little itchy, and he clenched it unconsciously, only to find that what he was holding was the hilt of the sword, and the hairpin turned into a miraculous long sword, purple all over, on the spine of the sword, many complicated patterns, mysterious and mysterious, and the sharp place emitted a bright white light, and in the white light, there was a purple dragon, which was full of glory and light.

The long sword trembled slightly, and there was a joyful mood of a child's admiration for his parents, and he touched the spine of the sword, and the feeling of connecting his heart arose.

A hair was plucked off and gently placed on the blade of the sword, but it was immediately cut in two.

Draw an arc and bring out a deep purple!

Good sword, Ding Yi admired, it's just that this color is too suitable for women, and you can't use it to meet people, so let's make it up.

Just thinking about the color in my heart, the purple sword changed, the purple gradually receded, and at the spine of the sword, two deep black lines extended from the handle to the tip of the sword, and in other positions, the color was silver and white, and the cold light was cold, as if there was infinite coldness, and the complex patterns also disappeared.

"Good!" Ding Yi praised, this sword can hide its brilliance and fade away its magical appearance, which is worthy of a magic weapon.

People who practice martial arts, who doesn't want divine weapons, joy at the same time, there are shortcomings: "I have to make a scabbard, what kind of do I have to make?"

The mind moved, and there was a trace of yellow gas next door, a trace of white gas from the weapon rack, and a trace of green gas from the plants in the courtyard, and these various miscellaneous gases wrapped Xiang Ding's long sword in his hand.

"What's going on?" Ding Yixin waved his hand, and those miscellaneous qi attached to the sword body and couldn't shake it off.

After a while, the miscellaneous gas turned into an antique scabbard, and on the scabbard, there were two seal characters: "Purple Iron".

The scabbard was retracted, plucked twice, and it made a sonorous sound.

The voice of the guard outside the courtyard came in at this time: "How is the lord?"

"It's okay, call a few craftsmen and make a new one for me. ”