Tian Yuan

The awakened Zijun Sword immediately discovered the Zhenshen Bow not far away and was very surprised. The next moment, it exchanged a few words with Chen Qingyuan and roughly understood the current situation.

Zijun Sword secretly transmitted a message: "Let me try."

Chen Qingyuan loosened his hand and let the Zijun Sword float over on its own, to the same height as the Zhenshen Bow, quite close to it.

Watch this scene quietly and wait patiently.

"The Holy Elephant Ancient Clan has become a thing of the past, let it go!"

Zi Junjian advised, "Since they are old friends and they have dealt with each other a lot over the years."

"I didn't care in the first place, so there's no way I've let it go."

The God-Suppressing Bow has no feelings towards the ancient Holy Elephant Clan. It only cares about the ancestor of the Holy Elephant Clan and guards them to ensure the continuation of their inheritance.

It’s all because the Holy Elephant Ancient Clan was short-sighted and provoked the wrong people, leading to this outcome.

The God-Suppressing Bow, the clan's guardian weapon, has been used with all its might to protect it.

"In that case, would you please come with me?"

The Zijun Sword represents Chen Qingyuan's will and sincere invitation.

"I don't think so."

Zhenshen Gong hesitated for a long time and was not very happy.

“Believe me, this is not a wrong choice.”

Zijun Sword persisted.

"It's strange. Why would you follow him, someone as proud as you are?"

In the past, the Zhenshen Bow and the Zijun Sword had competed against each other and were familiar with each other.

"It's worth it." Zijun Jian said firmly: "His demeanor far exceeds that of you and my lord."

"Oh?" Zhenshen Gong asked in surprise, "Really?"

"Do I need to lie to you?"

If it weren't for Chen Qingyuan's extraordinary grace, the Zijun Sword would not have accompanied him all the way.

"But......"

Zhenshen Gong had no doubts about his old friend's words. After all, he knew very well that Zijun Jian was arrogant and would never follow a mediocre person.

Moreover, the strength that Chen Qingyuan just displayed was particularly terrifying, far beyond that of ordinary people.

"If you really don't want to, you will most likely be forcibly suppressed. Don't doubt his ability, he can definitely do it."

Zijun Sword issued a warning.

"Although he is powerful, I have no chance against him."

The so-called fate is invisible and intangible. The subconscious feeling of the Zhenshen Bow did not think that Chen Qingyuan had any achievements in the way of archery.

"Whether we are destined to be together or not, we will talk about it later." Zijunjian continued, "Let's spend some time together first. If it really doesn't work out, I promise to help you regain your freedom and not be constrained."

Use coercion, inducement, soft and hard tactics.

Zhenshen Gong remained silent, hesitating and thinking.

Chen Qingyuan had been watching, secretly delighted. With the appearance of Zijun Sword, the attitude of Zhenshen Bow had obviously changed. If he pursued it while in a hurry, he would surely be able to capture it.

So Chen Qingyuan took a few steps forward and said loudly, "Let's walk together for a few days. If you really feel uncomfortable, you can leave. I will never stop you."

"Since you are so sincere, I will go with you for a while."

That being said, the Zhenshen Bow had no other choice. Because it was very clear about its current situation, it couldn't drive Chen Qingyuan away, so it could only board this pirate ship and hope that today's choice would not be wrong.

"Okay!" Chen Qingyuan looked very happy.

Due to various factors, Zhenshen Bow "voluntarily" joined Chen Qingyuan's lineup.

"By the way, what's your name? What's your origin?"

After chatting for such a long time, Zhenshen Gong realized that he knew nothing about Chen Qingyuan's basic information.

Zijun Sword trembled slightly, as if stunned: "......"

Man, after all this time you don’t even know who the person in front of you is!

Chen Qingyuan thought about it and it seemed that he didn't have the chance to introduce himself.

At first, I wanted to introduce myself and get to know Zhenshen Gong, but he rejected me. Then I talked about Nangong Ge and now.

"Qing Zong, Chen Qingyuan."

Chen Qingyuan answered truthfully.

Zhenshen Gong seemed to be thinking about something, as if he had heard of this name before, but was not very clear about it.

"I will slowly tell you about the basic situation of the new master."

From now on, the two imperial weapons will serve one master, and the relationship will definitely be countless times better than before. Zijun Sword doesn't mind helping him solve his doubts and doing him a small favor.

"I didn't recognize him as my master!"

Zhenshen Gong strongly opposed it. They were just accompanying each other for a while, and walking together for a while, how could it be necessary to acknowledge the master?

"Sooner or later."

Zijun Sword muttered.

Now that you are on Chen Qingyuan's pirate ship, how can you escape? Besides, once you know who Chen Qingyuan is, even if you are allowed to go free, you will definitely not leave.

Following an eternal demon, you are no longer trapped in the ancient clan and can see the scenery of the top again.

The Taoist body is in the cave, and the emperor’s soldiers enter.

The Zijun Sword and the Zhenshen Bow are inside Chen Qingyuan's body, a special space that is vast and white.

The two peerless imperial weapons began to converse, telling stories of the past and talking about Chen Qingyuan.

Then, Zijunjian shamelessly asked, "Please do me a favor."

"What's the deal?"

The God-Suppressing Bow had a bad feeling.

"Help me fix it."

Obviously, the Zijun Sword was eyeing the original rhythm of the Zhenshen Bow.

"Get lost." Zhenshen Gong rejected this rude request without hesitation.

"Well, I'm tired and need to take a nap." Zijun Sword said, "I'll chat with you when I wake up."

"Wait." Zhenshen Gong really wanted to know Chen Qingyuan's specific information, so he couldn't just sit there and wait, so he had to compromise.

Take it easy.

Zijun Jian was secretly delighted and directly treated the Zhenshen Bow as a blood cow, which was enough for him to repair some of the damage.

Near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black.

It can only be said that there is a reason why Zijun Sword has become such a sinister little person. As for what the reason is, everyone knows it.

Chen Qingyuan was very happy after successfully getting the God-Suppressing Bow.

If you encounter difficulties in the future, you will have one more way to solve them.

Having said that, if the Zijun Sword had not awakened this time, it would have been difficult to convince the Zhenshen Bow, and a battle would have been inevitable.

"This trip is worthwhile."

With a sigh, Chen Qingyuan walked towards the outside with joy in his heart.

When he came out, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Countless pairs of eyes swept over Chen Qingyuan, revealing expressions of disbelief.

"He is totally unharmed!"

"After making such a big commotion just now, this person was able to escape unscathed. He is quite capable!"

"If he is truly a hidden great power, it would be a blessing if I could form a bond with him."

After searching for a long time, no signs of injury were found on Chen Qingyuan, which was shocking.

Just as everyone was surprised, Chen Qingyuan had already torn through the void and moved away from here.

When the residual power dissipated, the order and rules of this area gradually stabilized. Everyone discovered the changes in the secret world of the crack. The imperial weapon pattern at the entrance disappeared, and the vague shadow of the God-Suppressing Bow could no longer be seen.

Seeing this, the strong men of various tribes boldly speculated: "Could it be that the God-Suppressing Bow was..."

In order to verify his conjecture, a certain powerful person ventured into the secret world. After investigating, he found that the God-Suppressing Bow was indeed missing.

For a moment, the world was shaken and the news spread to all directions.