As he was speaking, a female soul floated over, reached out and pointed at the evil spirits, and then folded one of the evil spirits into a pile like folding clothes.
It looks like Xiang!
"Wow! Master is so powerful! Can evil spirits play like this? Doesn't it save space?"
Chen He did not miss the details of the other party's ghost-breaking gesture. The gesture was clearly a hand seal.
He immediately pulled over a fierce ghost, Chen He, and quickly copied it. Although it was not folded neatly, it was finally formed.
After folding a ghost, Chen He became interested and added his own ideas to it, folding it into several different shapes.
The female soul also opened up new ideas and tried to fold different styles, as if competing with Chen He. In a short while, those evil spirits became decorations.
"Little kid, do you know why I want to fold the ghost?"
The female soul had no handicrafts to do, so she had time to chat with Shen He.
"It's easy to store, and the evil spirits are bound by the magic, so even if the magic weapon is damaged, they can't come out to do evil."
Chen He is a master of metaphysics. Having killed so many ghosts, he naturally knows the mystery.
"Very good, very good. If I had met a disciple like you who could learn things quickly, Xuantian Sect wouldn't have fallen into decline so quickly."
The female soul felt a little regretful. She stood in front of Shen He, and placed her almost fading hand on Shen He's spiritual platform, exploring her sea of consciousness.
Noticing the presence of Xiaobao and Zhaocai, the female soul was a little surprised, and then laughed heartily.
"Little kid, I want to be your master from another generation. I will teach you all the advanced techniques of the Xuantian Sect. Are you willing to accept me as your master?"
Without waiting for Chen He to nod, the spirit called Eighteen immediately stepped forward.
"Grandmaster, please stop messing around. This little kid is already the disciple of your grandson's worthless disciple. How can he become your disciple? Wouldn't that mess up the order of generations and make you a laughingstock?"
Chen He looked up and found that Eighteen was his cheap master!
This name is so random!
Although Chen He didn't care much about seniority, she still liked the identity of a junior sister. She knew she was the group's favorite the moment she heard it.
As for uncle masters and the like, shouldn’t they give gifts when they meet the younger generation?
As for the idea of paying money, Chen He was a little bit resistant, so she was still a grandson...
no!
It’s great to be a disciple!
"Grandmaster is in a hurry to accept me as his disciple, is he afraid that his spiritual consciousness won't last long?
But I, a little kid, can't even support a sect. Doesn't Master want to re-enter the martial arts world and join me in wiping out all the major sects?"
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