"Then why don't you pinch yourself?"
"It hurts so much, I can't bear it..."
Upon hearing this, if Huang Yu Tai Shang had not been refining the longevity elixir, he would have been furious and attacked him. What kind of nephew is this?
It’s Tiangang, right?
At this moment, a young man in a white robe emerged from Ye Changqing's Qiankun bag, holding an old figure in his hand. It was the Chiyang Sword Spirit.
"Sir, how come you still have such a weak weapon in your Qiankun bag?"
"Using a holy weapon of this level would dirty your hands."
The Qilin Sword Spirit felt a little nervous. How come a holy weapon was about to replace his position when he hadn't even come out yet?
Ye Changqing said: "No, this was given to me by a saint who wanted to win me over before. He placed a soul seal on the sword and wanted to use it to control me."
"What! You want to plant a soul imprint on the young master, you bastard!" The Qilin Sword Spirit instantly became furious and directly activated the grade suppression.
The Chiyang Sword Spirit was in tears at this moment and wanted to say that he had surrendered.
But...fists rained down like raindrops, hitting his old face hard.
"Don't... don't fight, sir. This old slave... has already surrendered to you, sir." The Chiyang Sword Spirit spoke with difficulty, his heart trembling.
How the hell is this another quasi-imperial weapon!
Why are there so many treasures on this young man?
Because he was always in the Qiankun bag, he had no way of spying outside and did not dare to do so.
I was afraid that I would discover the secret of this evil young man and be silenced.
The key point is that the process of being beaten has already been completed!
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