Chapter 892

In a basement of yishengu dragon sect, an old man with wrinkled scalp was talking to himself in an excited voice, holding the magic knife that should have been Yang Xingchen. "It's really strange. Although you are a magic knife with business sense, you are not a top-level artifact after all."

"If you want to say that my descendants are not qualified for you to recognize the Lord, then you will. But I'm a middle-class God. Am I not qualified to let you recognize the Lord? "

"Don't forget that it's a shame for me to accept you for your rank. What qualifications do you have to drag me in front of me?"

The old man said to himself, "Oh, I know what's the reason. You're not so powerful, but you've been injected into the soul by the martial god. You're hostile to my surname Liu from the depth of the blade, so you don't want to recognize the Lord, do you?"

At this point, he burst into laughter, "ha ha ha! Well, you martial god, no matter how hostile you are to our Liu family, it's useless! I'm not the woman who still plays with you, and you're still in hell. Oh, by the way, now your woman, when she quarreled with me last time, was beaten by me and went underground to look for you

"Ha ha, Lao Liu is not unreasonable. It's time to return the woman who has played with you for thousands of years. Although I play stink, already old can not be old, but again old is a woman, is also your woman is not, so you two in the underground again good love! Ha ha ha

The old man was no one else. He was Liuxia, the enemy of Wushen's wife and life. He heard that there was no one in his Liu family who could let the magic sword used by the martial god recognize the master. He was very surprised, so he took the knife to his secret room and thought that with his qualification as a god of heaven, what else can't let him recognize the lord except Pangu axe and Donghuang bell?

But what surprised him was that although the magic sword was only the same level as the Chengying sword, they just didn't recognize the master. This made the old guy stay in the secret room alone for a long time. Finally, he came up with a very right reason.

"Hum, you broken Dao, since you are so hostile to my Liu family, since you can't use it for my Liu family, why should I keep you?" Then the old man was about to break the magic knife. At this time, suddenly a woman called out, "ancestor, the engagement ceremony of the eldest lady is about to start. The religious leader asked me to invite you to come over!"

The old man threw a magic knife on the table and sneered, "when I'm done, I'll break you after the wedding. Hum, no one who dares to fight against my Liu family will come to a good end. What's more, you have a broken knife

After the old guy left, one person and one dragon sneaked out from the dark. "Lao long, in that room, there are all kinds of tonics used by the old man for health preservation. Go and get them! I'm going to make this knife master again. "

Yang Xingchen pointed to a room inside, then went to the magic knife and said with great emotion, "brother, because of my incompetence, you are humiliated in the hands of the enemy. Now, brother, I'm here to compensate you." After that, he bowed three times to the magic sword.

Just after he finished his worship, when he wanted to recognize the Lord again, the magic knife gave out a buzzing tremor, like a child who had met his relatives for a long time, and then it flew into his mind automatically.

Yang Xingchen instantly felt the helpless resentment and the emotion of Acacia during this period of time. He knew that he was a step closer to the magic knife.

Can feel its mood unexpectedly, this is the thing that has never been before. He immediately calmed the magic sword in his heart. Until he said that he would find his sister Chengying sword to accompany him, Shenmo Dao stopped completely.

Rely on, originally its Acacia is not to oneself, but to its sister, ah, it is really a color knife! Yang Xingchen made a little joke in his heart. At this time, the old ruffian had emptied all the tonic in it.

When the goods came out, two old eyes gave out excited light, and their voices trembled. "Ouch, son of heaven, you are so kind to your dragon uncle. If you eat all these high-grade tonics, your dragon uncle will live for at least 100 million years. Ouch, it's exciting to think about it! No, you want to sing a song! "

With that, the old man's mouth was about to howl. Yang Xingchen was startled. He rushed up and covered his mouth. "Sing your sister's song, numb, have you forgotten what we came here for? If you yell like this, how can I steal dragons? "

The old ruffian was stunned, then looked straight at Yang Xingchen, and then showed a very wronged look in his two old eyes. Then he stepped back fiercely, like a very wronged daughter-in-law, looked at Yang Xingchen with sad eyes, and complained in a low voice and sadness, "I know, I know all, hurt the heart of the dragon, really hurt the heart of the dragon!"

Yang Xingchen was very surprised, "it's not the old guy. What do you know? Why did it hurt you again? ""Ouch, you're so happy to say that I know you dislike you. Uncle long is old and wants to find some fresh meat. That's why I'm in a hurry to find Bruce Lee, isn't it? Ouch, son of a bitch, although your dragon is always old, I have all kinds of moves. What moves do you say I can't satisfy you? "

"Son of a bitch, they say that you can't throw away your wife. You are so eager to find Xiao San in front of me. Your sister, have you considered my feelings? Have you forgotten the handsome old man named dragon at the Bank of the Daming river? "

"Your sister, shut up, you old man. Don't make another mistake. Come with me and steal the dragon from the back mountain. By the way, aren't you also a dragon? Wait a minute, you'll be responsible for not letting them scream. " Yang Xingchen then took the lead to slip out of the house, looked around, no one noticed, brush toward the back of the mountain.

Because Liu Xin is engaged to a man today, the whole Liu family is holding a big banquet. No one notices that one person and one dragon have already rushed to the mountain behind, and they are having a dragon idea.

Looking at so many dragons in front of him, Yang Xingchen couldn't help swallowing his saliva. "God, there are so many dragons. Old man, you see, there are more than 500 earthworms, more than 400 Yalong, more than 300 Tianlong, and more than 100 divine dragons! Why don't you have a purple dragon? "