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The black and white light on the abacus lit up for half an hour, and then slowly dimmed.

At the beginning of Luo Qianshan, it was like a great enemy, and he shouted in his mouth: "Where is the demon, hurry up and capture this general!"

After a while, he became curious: "Where is the demon, don't come here to let General Ben take a look!"

After a while, I felt bored: "Where is the demon, leave Ben quickly, the general will not embarrass you!"

After arriving at the end, he simply moved a stool and sat down: "He is a demon, you are endless." ”

Zi Baifeng looked at him like a fool.

And the abacus has gradually changed, and the abacus beads have formed an (=_=) expression, and they keep looking left and right.

Upgraded to the second order, the abacus finally has the ability to sense the outside world, and its communication with the outside world is finally no longer the dial of the abacus. In its opinion, everything is fresh, everything is curious.

"Abacus, look here, I'm your father!" Zi Baifeng recognized his godson without hesitation.

Abacus: "(+_+)"

"What are you doing?" Luo Qianshan took a step back: "It looks so disgusting......"

Abacus: "(╬ ̄ ̄) convex"

"That's an emoji...... Emojis. Zi Baifeng snickered, this set of emojis was taught by him to Uncle Qingshi, when he was in a good mood, he would also write a few on the abacus, but he didn't expect the abacus to be too.

"What is an emoji, it's disgusting...... Why is that expression so strange...... There's always a bad feeling ......"

"He's talking about General Luo's majesty, look at the right, that's a thumbs up!"

"Really?" General Luo always felt a little strange.

"Brother, it's time for lunch!" Xiao Shi rushed in from outside the door, shouted, and suddenly saw the abacus floating in the air, and immediately screamed, pounced, and grabbed the abacus, "My little abacus!"

Abacus: "(o^^o)"

This is to greet Little Stone, who is his playmate.

The abacus crackled and pinched the fingers of the little stone, and the little stone waved his hands and hit the abacus together.

One person and one abacus played and jumped, and suddenly the whole study was jumped.

"Brother, I'll take the abacus to play!" Xiao Shi turned around and ran away with the abacus, and he had long forgotten about coming to call Zi Baifeng for dinner.

"Slow down......" Zi Baifeng went out of the door, and saw the little stone throw the abacus to the ground, stepped on it directly, and slid away with a swish.

"Little Stone!" Zi Baifeng's voice suddenly rose an octave, no wonder he always felt that the abacus was dirty all day long, it turned out that it was used as a skateboard by Little Stone!

"Look at my invincible Hot Wheels!" Little Stone was afraid of Zi Baifeng, and screamed and disappeared.

Zi Baifeng was dumbfounded, the little stone was so obedient before, and now he ...... Give my little stone back!

Luo Qianshan turned his head to look at Zi Baifeng, and the meaning was obvious: I need an explanation.

Abacus becomes a demon, this kind of thing is too strange.

Zi Baifeng didn't have time to explain to him, he took out Fei Zizi's flying sword and grinned.

Finally, this flying sword can be completely refined.

The first order of the demon cultivation technique couldn't deal with this flying sword, but he didn't believe it, now that he was at the second level, he couldn't handle this flying sword!

Zi Baifeng didn't know how the Dao immortals refined the flying sword, but in his eyes, all things have spirits, the difference is that this spirit is mixed with a bit of aura and a bit of spirituality, what is the attribute of aura, and what kind of spirituality is spirituality.

The aura wrapped around the flying sword took on a blazing white glow, like a hedgehog, sharp and exclusive. Zi Baifeng stretched out a hand, and he was lucky enough to raise demons.

One yuan is born of yin and yang, and yin and yang give birth to some stubborn stones.

The aura of the demon cultivation recipe turned into black and white, and black was yin, like the thick of the night. White is yang, like the sun. One yin and one yang, one black and one white.

Black, black purity. White, white and clear.

This is right and wrong, right and wrong.

"The current refining method only uses the flying sword as a tool, so it is wrong. Zi Baifeng muttered, he stretched out his finger and wiped it gently. The yin and yang aura emerged, and the aura on the flying sword that was originally cultivated by the hard work of the non-intermediates was erased.

Immortals refine flying swords to use them as weapons, and there is no reason to make their flying swords demons. But Zi Baifeng's demon raising trick is different.

The flying sword, which had been erased of its aura, let out a wail, trembled a few times, and turned into a three-foot-long Qingfeng sword, no longer the original pocket-sized and exquisite appearance.

Then, Zi Baifeng took a deep breath, and then used the demon cultivation technique, the yin and yang aura filled his fingertips, and the handwriting of white light on a black background began to spread on the flying sword.

"The ancestors had three feet of water in the box, and they once entered Wutan to kill the dragon.

The gap moon is oblique and the dew is cold, and the practice belt is tiled and cannot be blown off.

The carbulus terrestris thorn of the fetal skin, and the white pheasant tail of the pelican quenching.

It is Jing Ke's heart, and it clearly shines on the word Chunfang.

The silk ball is hung with gold, and the divine light wants to cut off the blue field jade.

The White Emperor of the West was shocked, and the ghost mother cried in the suburbs. ”

The aura is born from the recipe for raising demons, but the spirituality is injected by Zibaifeng, and after one time, Qingfeng changes color.

Like flowing water—the three-foot green blade is no longer the color of gold and iron, nor is it stupid, big and black, but turned into flowing water, the whole thing is distorted, blurred, and if you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of gurgling water on it.

But Zi Baifeng didn't stop at all, again.

Like a gap in the moon, the three-foot sword like flowing water emitted a cute light, like a beam of moonlight leaking through the crack of the window.

Zi Baifeng is again.

Like a training belt, the long sword that exudes moonlight suddenly changes its appearance again, like a belt made of cutting moonlight, and the light on it flows like flowing water.

Zi Baifeng stopped writing and held the sword in his hand with both hands.

Thin as cicada wings, about three feet long, the brilliance flows, looming.

The second trick of demon cultivation is extraordinary, although the flying sword is extremely powerful, it has no spirituality, it is just a first-order, completely uncivilized existence. At this time, under Zi Baifeng's "yin and yang life", he was quickly changed in shape.

Zi Baifeng looked at it fixedly, and the aura and spiritual power in it had already infiltrated into it, and its aura was even more than when it was manipulated by non-matrons before.

It's just that three times is still too little, the aura is enough, but the spirituality is not much.

Zi Baifeng wrote it over and over again, and the aura around his body was running and was infused into the flying sword in his hand.

Later, the sword in his hand no longer had the shape of a sword, but turned into a flowing moonlight, as if it came to life, coiled and bent in Zi Baifeng's hand, and even raised its head like a snake—it had gradually been enlightened.

Xiao Qing, who had just shrunk in Zi Baifeng's sleeve, poked his head out suspiciously, tilted his head and looked at it for a moment, and suddenly spit out the letter enthusiastically, and was about to lean on.

This white moonlight looked like a translucent white snake, and Xiao Qing, who happened to see where the white snake was still able to endure it, immediately pounced on it.

"Be careful!" Zi Baifeng hurriedly reached out and grabbed its tail and dragged it back, teaching it a lesson: "Stupid, that's not a snake, that's a sword!

Putting the unwilling green snake back into his sleeve, the "white snake" in Zi Baifeng's other hand meandered and flew up, like a glowing dragon, circling and bending in the air.

Luo Qianshan stared at it with wide eyes, everything in front of him was too mysterious, and he asked in a daze, "Bai Feng...... ...... the hell Who is it?"

"I, only tell the truth, Zi Baifeng!" Zi Baifeng raised his eyebrows.

As soon as he beckoned, the snake-like flying sword suddenly flew into his hand.

The long sword in his hand was straightened with both hands like a paper tape, like a moonlight in his hand, if you don't look carefully, I'm afraid you can't see it clearly.

"Let's call you Shuyue. Zi Baifeng raised his hand lightly, and the Shuyue Sword turned into a streamer in the air, shooting Zi Baifeng's wrist and turning into a bracer-like thing.

"Bring it!" Zi Baifeng stretched out his hand.

"What to take?" Zi Baifeng's eyes widened.

"Sword, Shuyue Sword!"

"For Mao, I want to give it to you?" Zi Baifeng rolled his eyes.

"If you don't give it to me, do you want to use it? You don't know how to use swordsmanship!" Luo Qianshan was right.

"I don't know how to swordsmanship?" Zi Baifeng waved his hand, and the Shuyue Sword was already in his hand: "Then you can try it!

The sword light Huo Huo has already gone straight to the face door of the Thousand Mountains.

Luo Qianshan was taken aback, the waist knife in his hand was unsheathed, and he blocked a blow, but only blocked it, and felt a sudden light in his hand, and hurriedly bent back to dodge, the sword light passed against the tip of his nose, and he was almost cut in half by a sword.

The long sword in Zi Baifeng's hand was still unforgiving, the attacks were endless, and the waist knife in Luo Qianshan's hand was blocked left and right, just listening to a few sounds of bang, there was no sound of gold and iron fighting, and the knife in his hand was like tofu, which was directly cut into pieces.

The waist knife he used to use and the waist knife that Zi Baifeng gave him had already been lost when he assassinated Fei Jianzi, and the waist knife in his hand at this time was borrowed from Yan Lao Wu, but it was also a good knife, tempered and well-maintained, but he was not even qualified to block the Binding Moon Sword.

"Stop!" Seeing that Zi Baifeng's offensive did not stop, there was only one hilt left in his hand, Luo Qianshan hurriedly raised his hand to surrender, stared at him as if he didn't know Zi Baifeng, and asked in surprise: "How do you know swordsmanship?"

Zi Baifeng's offensive was continuous, without any flaws, and Luo Qianshan had no chance even if he wanted to fight back, obviously he was extremely accomplished in swordsmanship.

"I won't. Zi Baifeng smiled and shook the Shuyue Sword in his hand, and the Shuyue Sword suddenly turned into a ball of moonlight and returned to his wrist.

"You're blind to me!" Luo Qianshan is not so easy to fool.

"I won't, but it will. Zi Baifeng shook his wrist, and the hazy moonlight shrouded his wrist, which was his talisman to rely on.

Luo Qianshan stretched out his hand again.

"What are you doing? I don't want to cut my hand, I want to cut it?" Zi Baifeng glared again.

Who's the boss now? Do you still want to be powerful?

"Make me a handful too!" Luo Qianshan demanded strongly.