After all, it is the magic sword of their demon clan. Who could have thought that it would become like this.
If I must make an analogy, Bu Jianjun was like the beautiful cat that was raised at home. The consequence of running away from home was that he became a stray cat, dirty and gray. For a long time after being picked up by Ye Qiao, he still looked like a plain stick.
Ye Qiao fiddled with it for a few times and said, "I know it can change its shape."
Apart from that, it seems to be no different from an ordinary spirit sword.
When Bu Jianjun realized that he was being looked down upon, he became unhappy again and lowered his head. If he had cat ears, they would have turned into airplane ears and were pinned to the back.
Meng Liu couldn't bear to watch this scene: "...Oh. It must be able to change in many ways. It is the sword of the Demon Lord."
In fact, compared to this, he wanted to shout, after all, it is the sword of the Demon Lord, why don’t you show off your evil and wild aura, what kind of reaction is this! !
"Ye Qiao has also been used as a sword, and combined with the Chengfeng Sect's 72 sword techniques, he can always strike the enemy by surprise.
After all, this sword is not a cultivator's sword, but a demon's. Seeing Meng Liu staring at it endlessly, Ye Qiao also curiously put his chin on the table, "Is there something wrong?"
Meng Liu did not answer, but asked: "Can I touch it?"
This is probably the first reaction of normal people when they see the legendary creature. Everyone wants to touch it.
Ye Qiao nodded, and he started to fiddle with it along the lines. "Does it have patterns?"
Ye Qiao was not surprised by his reaction, "It has always been there." She and her junior uncle had also studied it. The method of using Bu Jianjun was told to her by her junior uncle, or he told her how to use it under step-by-step guidance. After that, Xie Chuxue ignored her.
"Does it have any other uses?" She remembered that Bu Jianjun was the demon clan's spiritual sword, so it would be more appropriate to ask the demon clan to explore this matter.
Meng Liu was also thinking about it. It was not strange for a stick to turn into a sword. What was strange was the pattern. If there was a pattern carved on the sword, then there must be a curse or something unknown.
"Why don't you try applying blood along the pattern?"
Ye Qiao tried to smear the blood on it, but after all the attempts failed, both of them fell silent.
Obviously, I don't know.
Ye Qiao simply tried to use the wolf-hair brush to concentrate his spiritual consciousness and prepared to draw the curse seal from a distance, and then ask Yun Hen or his junior uncle about it.
The curse seal was formed at the moment she put down her pen, and it was firmly hit into the stick. A light blue lotus mark appeared, which was the symbol of Yueqing Sect. Ye Qiao thought to himself, "Fuck!" Before he could explain, his arm was suddenly grasped tightly.
Meng Liu's breathing stagnated slightly, and he held Ye Qiao tightly, "Fuck, look at this stick."
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I calculated that I still need to pay back twelve thousand.
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