Peerless Martial Soul

"Ah ah ah, you disgusting stinky man, take your hands off me! Touching me here and there makes my skin crawl all over. Are you disgusted?"

"ah?"

Chen Feng jumped up with a start. He was horrified and looked around with great vigilance.

But he didn't find anyone in the hall!

Chen Feng shouted in a deep voice: "Which friend is hiding here, come out! What's the point of hiding one's head and showing one's tail!"

"Ha, brat..."

The voice just now sounded again, and this time Chen Feng heard it clearly. It was the voice of a little girl, crisp and tender.

She giggled, her voice full of pride: "Okay, okay, stop looking around like a silly goose, I'm in your hands now!"

"in my possession?"

Chen Feng shifted his gaze in confusion. He only saw a long knife in his hand. Thinking of this, Chen Feng suddenly felt something in his heart: "Tell me, is this the knife you have?"

"That's right, you stupid goose, you're not that stupid!"

The voice said with a smile: "I live in this knife now!"

"Then, are you a human or a ghost?" Chen Feng asked.

"Bah, you are the ghost!" the immature girl's voice said angrily.

"Since it's not a ghost, I'm relieved." Chen Feng patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Feng suddenly remembered some of the rumors that Yan Qingyu had told him before, and then thought of the men in black fighting for the knife, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "You, is it possible that you are the weapon spirit of this knife? ?”

Yan Qingyu once said that some magic weapons, very, very powerful magic weapons or above, will produce weapon spirits.

Weapon spirits are just like human souls. They are intelligent creatures, conscious and intelligent, and some are not even inferior to humans.

A magical weapon with a weapon spirit is far more powerful than one without a weapon spirit.

However, it is very, very difficult to produce a weapon spirit from a magical weapon. Not only does it need to be at least as high as a treasure weapon, but it also requires some special circumstances!

Yan Qingyu once said at the beginning that even with the size of the Qianyuan Sect, there was not a single magical weapon with a weapon spirit in the entire sect.

Chen Feng didn't expect that he would be able to get one. How could he not be ecstatic?

He shouted: "Yes, it must be. If you are not a weapon spirit, how can you drive the long sword to cut that knife by yourself! Ha, generally magical weapons will exist for thousands of years. Doesn't that mean that you have been there for several thousand years?" A thousand years old?"

"You are the weapon spirit!"

"You are only a few thousand years old!"

The weapon spirit shouted angrily.

"I am a human being, a serious person! You are the weapon spirit! You big idiot, stupid goose."

Obviously, Chen Feng's words just now touched her heart somehow, but this immature female voice was not very good at cursing, so she kept repeating those words over and over again. After being scolded by her a few times, Chen Feng not only didn't get angry, but actually found the voice cute.

As she spoke, she suddenly burst into tears.

"I didn't expect that I won Ziyue, and as a proud daughter of heaven, I would end up in this situation. Ah... If I had known it, even if I were killed, I wouldn't have touched this broken knife. My mother... Your Majesty... where are you? ? Come and save me, I don’t want to be trapped in this knife!”

"In here, I can't eat delicious food, wear beautiful clothes, or catch butterflies... and there is a shameless goose touching me..."

The cry is pitiful, and those who hear it cry.

Chen Feng broke into a cold sweat: "Hey, this, this... I didn't know you were in the knife before..."

He was at a loss and said quickly: "Hey, don't cry. I didn't mean this before."

Regardless of Ying Ziyue, she still cried.

Chen Feng suddenly hugged her into his arms, and Qu Huachang was furious: "Let go, you stinky hooligan, big fool."

Chen Feng shouted in a low voice: "Don't move, someone is coming outside."

He faintly felt a powerful aura passing over the canyon.

Ying Ziyue shuddered and did not dare to cry anymore.

A powerful aura kept approaching, and soon it came to the side of the canyon. Chen Feng felt that it was no more than a hundred meters away from him.

Chen Feng held his breath and suppressed the Gang Qi, so that there was no breath in his body, like a dead object, a stone.

The huge aura gradually approached, and it was very familiar. It was Zhang De's aura.

It's so sharp that it can hurt people, like a sharp arrow.

What Chen Feng was most afraid of at the moment was the sound made by the little thing in his arms, but fortunately, although the long knife had been trembling, it was at least very quiet.

The steps were light and heavy, far and near. Chen Feng could even picture this scene in his mind: "Zhang De was walking around at the top of the canyon, peeking around."

Finally, the footsteps gradually faded away, and the huge aura disappeared without a trace.

Ying Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when Chen Feng suddenly grabbed her again.

"Ah, you bastard, let me go..."

"Don't move, Zhang De is very suspicious and will come back again."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a strong aura suddenly arrived again.