Legend: Heavenly destiny, I snatched the opportunity

"Some strange machine spirits?"

Something out of order...... Fu Chengyang fell into deep thought, if he said this, he only needed to find some blades for various reasons, such as killing the lord, which were extremely angry, and were the best materials to improve the sword spirit.

The sword spirit nodded emphatically, and the weapons in the hands of those demons were also her excellent nourishment.

Now it's Fu Chengyang's turn to be worried-this machine spirit is too difficult to raise, and it is really difficult to meet her requirements with her current strength.

The sword spirit still had no expression on his face, and his mood was obviously depressed.

Fu Chengyang sighed, and was about to find a way to calm people down first, when the black cat on the side suddenly opened his mouth slowly: "...... This kind of thing, I remember you don't have one?"

This sentence made Fu Chengyang stunned, and he fell into self-doubt at that time.

When did this happen?

The sword spirit set his eyes on Fu Chengyang, although he didn't say anything, but he could see a little eagerness in her gaze.

"I'm not impressed. Fu Chengyang rubbed his eyebrows, if the black cat knew that he had this thing, at least both of them had experienced something that was impressive.

But he flipped through all the memories in his mind, that is, what impression did he have of the ominous things that the black cat said, so he could only helplessly hold his forehead and urge the black cat to hurry up.

The latter pretended to be pretentious for a while, until the sword spirit got up slowly, raised his hand slightly, and an inignorable murderous aura emanated from her body, obviously the other party had no further movements, and even Fu Chengyang, who was the master, received the least impact, and the two of them still invariably felt a huge pressure from the distant past.

So the black cat stopped pretending, and looked at Fu Chengyang with a pair of amber eyes, and there was still a little surprise in his tone: "You don't know that the bag you bought at the market for putting things contains what you want."

So Fu Chengyang was shocked, and without hesitation, he probed a touch of consciousness into the storage bag he bought at the market when he went down the mountain before, he had the impression that the bag he received from the owner who sold things before, and he remembered that when he checked it, he found that part of this storage space was artificially sealed - to some extent, if the former owner of the bag sealed his storage bag, basically the bag would be half wasted.

After all, it's a space where things can be placed, and if there is no place here, it's really too embarrassing.

was willing to accept this thing, or because the stall owner was willing to sell at a low price, which was equivalent to a loss-making transaction, and he chose to give this bag to Fu Chengyang for nothing.

In fact, this bag, if you can find the former owner, it's okay, if the two parties communicate a little, or the communication is smooth, it is not impossible to let the former owner help unseal the inside of the bag.

It's just that if you want to find the owner, unless the conscience of the store finds it, it is a needle in a haystack, and it depends purely on your next luck - the bag can be opened until the original owner dies.

Consciousness swept inside the bag for a long time, Fu Chengyang's attention has been on the description of the sword spirit, those he found, the medicinal materials he collected, I am afraid it is really difficult to enter the eyes of the sword spirit, although these things have gone through the motions in the snow mountain, and they are also contaminated with the breath of some demon beasts.

But he had just taken out some for the sword spirit to look at, and the latter flipped his wrist and quietly held those medicinal herbs in the palm of his hand, and under the gaze of one person and one cat, the medicinal herbs in his hand gradually condensed into a strange black mist.

"It's the breath of a demon beast. Sword

Spirit said, his fingers slightly retracted, and the gathered mist instantly drifted away.

So she shook her head: "...... Too weak. One

man and one cat were dumbfounded.

When the two of them condensed the mist, they had already sensed the aura of the demon beast hidden in it.

Although the black cat knows a lot, it doesn't mean that it is capable, in essence, it is only an ability to interfere with the spirit, and there is really no way to do it for pure power - unless it is stronger than it.

But this kind of thing condensed with power was directly broken by the sword spirit so easily, and the other party moved his fingers, just as easily as a human eating and drinking.

The two of them gasped, and then looked at the sword spirit's eyes, which had changed.

However, the indifference on the other party's face undoubtedly doubled Fu Chengyang's pressure.

So he threw his consciousness into the storage bag once more.

The black cat couldn't say what it was, but it felt that there would be what the sword spirit wanted in that storage bag, so he bitterly Fu Chengyang, looking for something that the sword spirit might accept in the mountains and seas of medicinal materials.

Almost everything was checked, and the results obtained were not satisfactory, Fu Chengyang was out of options, he felt that all the things that the sword spirit could accept had been picked out by the sword spirit, and the latter was either an occupational disease and directly scattered the useless things, or the things in it really made her look down on it.

After a lap, the black cat in charge of screening was also tired enough, lying on the side listlessly, looking like it was going to be rescued in the next second.

It wasn't until Fu Chengyang opened his eyes that his palm lit up, and a broken knife with a simple shape appeared in his hand.

The black cat reacted strongly, a pair of ears were folded into airplane ears, and the tail that was originally hanging softly to the side was also erected, and the whole cat waited solemnly, as if he had seen something terrible.

And the sword spirit's eyes lit up, and he came to Fu Chengyang in a flash, and then the knife appeared in the sword spirit's hand.

The featureless blade exuded a cold light, and the blade that had been rolled up was very cold, and it was lying quietly in the sword spirit's hand at the moment.

"This is it. The black cat whispered, a dull echo in her throat.

"This ......," Fu Chengyang's words stopped as soon as he began.

He remembered where he had found the knife.

Isn't this the knife that the shopkeeper said to look at fate when he picked up a weapon in a shop?

And this knife is in the hand of the sword spirit, and the shadow of a sword is faintly condensed behind the latter, it seems that it is not the legendary Falling Sky Sword?

Under the huge pressure of this sword, this shabby-looking knife finally no longer hides its edge, the blade vibrates gently, and the murmur of nothingness fills everyone's ears, and the sound ...... The whisper that seemed to be close to the ear was enough to make everyone's tone change.