"A Qiu!"

Yang Zhen rubbed his nose and took out a quilt from the storage ring to cover it.

Although he is no longer afraid of the cold when he reaches Yang Zhen's state, if he does not cover a thick quilt in the middle of winter, he always feels that he lacks some sense of ritual.

After covering the quilt, I felt much more comfortable and I didn’t even sneeze.

Yang Zhen looked at Jiulong with a curious look and asked, "You can say it now. I came here from afar to see an old man?"

Jiulong pondered for a moment and said, "No, she was so beautiful!"

Yang Zhen shivered all over, wrapped in a quilt and was a little far away from Jiulong, looking at Jiulong with a strange expression.

A bad old man is so beautiful, this is such a chilling scene.

Seeing the Pig Brother on Jiulong's face, Yang Zhen wondered if Jiulong had some problems with his orientation.

"Bastard, what's your expression?" Jiulong asked with his eyes wide open.

Yang Zhen hurriedly said: "No, I have my own personal hobbies. The so-called carrots and cabbage have their own love, and everyone has their own hearts for beauty. This is nothing, really..."

Jiulong looked at Yang Zhen with confusion and said in contempt, "I asked you to come this time and meet that senior. On the one hand, I might get some guidance from the realm. On the other hand, I want to take you to conquer a sword spirit!"

"What kind of thing is so good?" Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly widened.

Sure enough, I knew that Jiulong was uneasy and could not even conquer your nine dragons. Is this sword spirit that I could not conquer? Let this Sao Sheng subdue. Is that conquering?

That's simply going to die!

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "Don't think about it. Don't let me touch any danger. My Sao Sheng's principles of being a human have always been better than anything else!"

"Don't you ask?" Jiulong asked in surprise.

"My biggest thing is that I have self-knowledge. If you guys like you can't subdue the sword spirit. If you let me subdue it, will it be possible to succeed?"

"There's something...some!" Kowloon said uncertainly.

Yang Zhen glared at him and said, "Look, look, even you say it's only a little bit, how much is it?"

"About 20%, less than 10% will be zero!" Jiulong was rarely naughty, and Yang Zhen was shocked to the point of seeing it.

You are less than 20% of your sister, and you are 10% owing zero. Yang Zhen thinks that he is 80% owing to death.

Seeing the expression on Yang Zhen’s face, the Great Sage of Kowloon laughed and said, “You don’t have to be so humble. You can’t have done so much during this period? What can a mere sword spirit count as someone who even dares to offend Feng Li?”

"Since it's nothing, why don't you convince yourself?" Yang Zhen asked a key question.

Kowloon sighed and said, "Do you think we don't want to?"

"Why?" Yang was really curious. Could it be that there was something strange about it?

Jiulong looked at the sky and spoke, "The world is so great that everything has spirits, but most of these spirits are paranoid."

Yang Zhen nodded, he agreed with this. In other words, except for humans, all other "spirits" are guys with a stubborn mind.

Seeing Yang Zhen nodding, Jiulong explained: "Everything has spirits, and things like sword spirit are even more pure. There is only sword way in its thoughts!"

Yang Zhen said with a yo, "It's just this reason? Why don't I believe that among your old friends, I can't come up with one or two powerful people with great kendo attainments!"

Jiulong nodded and said with a smile: "No, now even the old sword magician has returned without success. Therefore, I believe that it is not the person with higher accomplishments in swordsmanship, the more he can get the recognition of the sword spirit."

"Who can get the recognition of the sword spirit?" Yang Zhen was stunned, pointed to his nose and asked, "Me?"

How is this special girl possible?

Although I have many sword skills and are even more a master of swordsmanship, I am not good at using swordsmanship.

It’s okay to be a slut, the question is, is this thing useful?

Yang Zhen looked at Jiulong with a suspicious look.

Jiulong smiled and said, "That's why I asked you to try it."

"No!" Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "So many seniors are watching. If they fail, how embarrassed are they?"

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Jiulong laughed and almost fell from the dragon-like creature. He pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "You bastard, are you still embarrassed?"

Yang Zhen glared: "If you are shameless, you are not shameless?"

Jiulong was stunned and said in agreement: "It seems to make some sense!"

Well, that's right!

Yang Zhen took pictures of dragon-like creatures and said, "Big brother, we can go back!"

The dragon-like creature turned around and mooed at Yang Zhen, like a cow, which was so ugly that it was, but it was faster.

"No, why are you... still accelerating?" Yang Zhen looked confused.

The Great Sage of Kowloon laughed so hard that he couldn't stop laughing!

"You don't have to be afraid of being like this. How could you take away the sword spirit found in the Holy Land of Tianshan Mountain so easily?"

Hearing the words of the Great Saint of Jiulong, Yang Zhen was stunned, looked at Jiulong blankly and asked, "What does it mean?"

Jiulong pondered for a moment and said, "Boy, I once owe a favor to the Holy Lord of Tianshan. Just treat it as a favor. This time I conquered the sword spirit, but I just let you rush to the formation next to you. You young people have endless potential and can easily gain the recognition of the sword spirit."

"Sweeping array?"

Yang Zhen said oh, and was intrigued and said, "So this time it was not my home court, but the one who called 666?"

Jiulong nodded and said, "Although I don't know what you are talking about,... it should be like this. When you are rushing to conquer the sword spirit, there will naturally be geniuses from the Tianshan Holy Land. In fact, compared to your success rate, the Fu Yao girl from the Tianshan Holy Land is higher."

Yang Zhen's face sank, walked to the Great Saint of Kowloon, pointed at his nose and asked in a deep voice: "Old man, do you think this Saint is the kind of person who calls 666 next to him? You're a little unauthentic!"

Jiulong laughed and said, "Don't worry about this. Inviting you to come this time is equivalent to two favors. Whether it is me or the holy land of Tianshan Mountain, it will satisfy you. I can make this guarantee for you."

Yang Zhen was happy, patted the shoulder of the Great Sage of Jiulong and said, "Look at what you said, who is with us? Your favor is my favor. I will help you repay the favor, so what else can I get?"

Just as the Great Sage of Kowloon was about to speak, Yang Zhen shrewd and said, "Listen, how fresh and refined the wind is?"

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, the Great Sage of Jiulong was stunned and Xiaoxiao didn't say anything again.

Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. I am a polite person to be with you. Don’t climb down the pole. Are we the kind of person who does a loss-making business?

I originally thought I would fight the sword spirit to the death, but now I just want to help the Great Sage of Nine Dragons to repay my favor, touch the fish next to me, and shout 666.

Yang Zhen felt very comfortable. With Jiulong’s guarantee, he was not going to give him anything, and he was able to watch a performance by the genius of the Holy Land of Tianshan Mountain. It was really pleasant.

"A Qiu!"

Yang Zhen rubbed his nose and wrapped the quilt tighter on his body.
Chapter completed!