Chapter 218

Chapter 218 win the purple moon

"Ah, ah, you disgusting smelly man, take your hand off me! Touching it makes me goose bumps all over. Are you disgusting?"

"Ah?"

Chen Feng jumped up directly with a thrill. He was shocked 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 kind of skill is hiding!"

"Ha, smelly boy..."

Just now, the voice sounded again. This time, Chen Feng heard it clearly. It was a little girl's voice, clear and immature.

She giggled, and her voice was full of pride: "all right, all right, don't look around like a stupid goose, I'm in your hand now!"

"In my hand?"

Chen Feng looked away doubtfully. He only saw the long knife in his hand. Thinking of this, Chen Feng suddenly moved in his heart: "say, you are this knife?"

"Yes, you stupid goose, aren't you so stupid!"

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

"So, are you a man or a ghost?" Chen Feng asked.

"Bah, you are the ghost!" The young 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 rumors Yan Qingyu had told himself before, and then thought of those people in black fighting for this knife. Suddenly, he was surprised and shouted, "are you the spirit of this knife?"

Yan Qingyu once said that some magic weapons, such as those above very powerful weapons, will produce weapons and spirits.

Like human souls, the spirits are intelligent creatures, conscious and intelligent, and some are not even lost to human beings.

The power of magic weapon with spirit is far more than that without spirit.

However, it is very difficult for a powerful weapon to produce a spirit. Not only must the level reach the level of a treasure, but also there must be some special circumstances!

At the beginning, Yan Qingyu once said that even with the size of Qianyuan sect, there was no magic weapon with spirit in the whole sect.

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

He shouted, "yes, it must be. If you are not an instrument spirit, how can you drive the long knife to cut that knife by yourself! Ha, most divine weapons and sharp weapons will exist for thousands of years, doesn't it mean that you are thousands of years old?"

"You are the spirit!"

"You are only a few thousand years old!"

The spirit shouted angrily.

"I'm a man, a serious man! You're the spirit! You big fool, stupid goose."

Obviously, Chen Feng's words just now somehow stabbed her in the sad place, but this immature female voice didn't scold very much, just those words over and over. Being scolded by her, Chen Feng not only didn't get angry, but thought the voice was very cute.

As she spoke, she suddenly burst into tears.

"I didn't expect that I would win the purple moon. As a proud girl, I should have fallen to this point. Ah... I knew I wouldn't touch this broken knife if I was killed. Lord mother... Lord Jun... where are you? Come and save me, I don't want to be trapped in this knife!"

"In this, I can't eat delicious food, wear beautiful clothes, and catch butterflies... There's a shameless goose touching me..."

The sound of crying is sad, and those who hear it weep.

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

He was at a loss and hurriedly said, "Oh, don't cry, this, I didn't mean it before."

Win ziyue doesn't care, but still cries.

Chen Feng suddenly held her in his arms, and Qu Huashang was furious: "you let go, you rotten rascal, big fool."

Chen Feng whispered, "don't move, someone is coming outside."

He faintly felt a strong breath, passing over the canyon.

Ying ziyue was so excited that she didn't dare to cry anymore.

A strong breath was approaching, and soon came to the side of the canyon. Chen Feng felt that he was no more than 100 meters away from him.

Chen Feng held his breath and suppressed his vigorous breath, leaving no breath in his body, just like a dead object, a stone.

The huge breath, gradually approaching, and very familiar, is Zhang De's breath.

Sharp as if it could stab people, like a sharp arrow.

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

The footsteps were light and heavy, far and near, and Chen Feng could even outline this scene in his mind: "Zhang De walked up and down at the top of the canyon and peered around."

Finally, the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, and the huge breath disappeared.

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

"Ah, hooligan, let go of me..."

"Don't move. Zhang De is very suspicious and will return."

Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, suddenly the strong breath came again.