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"That's true!" Qin Feng nodded his head. His brows suddenly furrowed. Why did it feel like what Ling Yun said was not right? What did it mean to have a fool like this young master?

Ye Zichen's eyebrows twitched, and grabbed the man's collar, moving his face closer to the man and asked with a ferocious look, "You're scolding me?"

"He really isn't an ordinary fool. Only now do I know!" Ling'er glanced at him and lightly flicked her finger. A scarlet energy shot out from her finger and landed on his arm. Qin Feng took his hand back in pain.

Looking at Ling Yun who had his arms crossed in front of his chest, and Ling'er who was rubbing her hands together with an indifferent expression, the corner of Qin Feng's mouth twitched.

"I got it from a room over there." Qin Feng said with great grievance. He took out seven or eight weapons of different shapes and sizes from his Cosmic Bag.

There were dim lights flashing on the surface. It was obvious that these seven to eight weapons were no ordinary items.

"It's all yours!" Ling Yun and Ling'er only glanced at him once before withdrawing their gazes, and said indifferently.

Although these weapons were extraordinary, they still weren't at the level of a Saint artifact. The highest rank among them was only a hook-shaped spirit artifact, reaching the middle fifth-step.

However, these spirit artifacts were dim and couldn't be used for a short period of time. They needed a certain amount of time to nurture and to be used recklessly, which would cause damage to these spirit artifacts.

Qin Feng took out a large sword, passed it to Ling Yun, and said: "Throw away your broken sword! "It looks bad."

The corner of Ling Yun's mouth twitched. He felt that it was funny, but he was slightly touched. Smiling, he took the large sword from Qin Feng and said, "Then, I'll reluctantly accept it."

"As if I'm begging you to take it!" Qin Feng pursed his lips.

He saw that Lingyun had placed the large sword that he had handed over onto the broken sword. The light circulating on the sword also became dimmer with the naked eye, and the large sword was also slightly trembling.

"What are you doing?" Qin Feng frowned. He did not know what Ling Yun was trying to do nor did he know what kind of demonic technique he was casting. It had actually caused the light rays on the large sword to dim.

"The material used to forge this sword is not bad. It should be able to raise my sword's grade." After devouring a low grade five spirit weapon, Ling Yun did not even bat an eyelid as he spoke.

Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched as he looked at the trembling sword, which was emitting a humming sound. He said in surprise, "It's actually already given birth to a consciousness."

"That's true. Ten thousand years have passed, and yet it has not withered and turned into a lump of common metal. It is not strange for it to have a spirit."

Not bad, not bad, the Heaven Swallowing Holy Light Sword's sword spirit has just awoken and is still very weak. It needs the nourishment of its spirit to grow stronger. "

"Your broken sword can devour other spirit artifacts?" Only now did Qin Feng notice the black energy circulating around the Heaven-Devouring Divine Sword. When he felt the devouring power, a trace of shock flashed across his eyes as he exclaimed.

"En!" Ling Yun slightly nodded.

Although that large sword was intelligent, it still struggled incessantly, but unfortunately, after ten thousand years, it was still born.

However, its body was extremely weak and it had no master. It was simply unable to resist. The light on the sword became dimmer and dimmer, and cracks covered the sword's body like spider webs.

The trembling sword blade slowly came to a halt, and the sword chimes also faded away.

As for the Heaven-Devouring Divine Light Sword, purple, black, gold, and dark purple light revolved around it, glowing brilliantly. The body of the sword was trembling slightly as it emitted metallic sounds.