Dragon Inside

Although these more than 80 flying swords are indeed as unspeakable as they are, they are all ruined and worn out. There is no gods in the past, but Luo Yang does not care about these things. Instead, his eyes are closely watching those flying swords. Is thinking about something.

"This... this is... 斩仙剑!!"

After watching for a moment, the thought suddenly emerged in Luo Yang’s mind, and a bright light appeared in his eyes, and even the breathing became rushed.

From the moment he saw these first eyes of Feijian, he felt the feeling of deja vu, but he could not be sure where he had seen the sword. At this moment, the thoughts in his heart flashed and looked at them. When I flew the sword, my face was also revealed.

"No wonder we will feel so familiar. These look like Feijian are similar to the sword of Xian Xian!" After looking at the flying swords again, Luo Yang’s heart slowly said to himself.

The so-called 斩仙剑, is the two mysterious black iron swords in his Qiankun bag, and just the many flying swords on this wooden table are also very broken. If it is replaced by other places, Luoyang may recognize it at a glance, because In the past, Luo Yang was the first to think that these flying swords were damaged in the war, until the moment they realized it.

"If I didn't make a mistake, this sword ancestor should have got it, or I have seen the sacred sword. Because I know the power of this sword is good, so I specially created these similar flying according to the appearance of 斩仙剑. sword……"

In my heart, Luo Yang’s heart is suddenly jumped. He is clearer than anyone else about the horror of this fairy. Although he has two swords at the moment, if he can have one more, it will have a lot of improvement for Luo Yang’s strength!

However, after a moment of excitement in the heart, Luo Yang calmed down again, and when his eyes swept through the entire layer, the color of disappointment flashed through his eyes.

"If there isn't even a sword on the second floor, I am afraid that this sword ancestor was only accidentally seen." Luo Yang's heart thought so, his eyes fell on the two-story stairs.

It was precisely at this time that the few people who were collecting the magic weapon of the medicinal herbs stopped and sat down with satisfaction.

"This sword ancestor is not the strongest of the ancestor level. It is just these medicinal herbs that he left. Many of them are things that are difficult for the outside world to find. Even even if I wait for it, it may be possible to repair it." Refine again!" The burly mouth smiled, and when the eyes swept through Luoyang, there was a passing light.

"Luo Daoyou seems to be empty-handed. Could it be that these things are not eye-catching? I have forgotten that the Taoist friends themselves are the masters of Dan Dao. There are so many medicinal herbs in your Qiankun bag. I am afraid that they are the monks of heaven. Can't compare with you." The burly eyes are not good, and some sinister smiles.

"Luo Mou is not getting nothing, not spending time with his friends. If you want to give your harvest to Luo, Luo will not object." Luo Yang's look unchanged, faintly said.

After hearing the words of Luo Yang, the burly look sank, and when he was about to continue to speak, he did not respond but coughed and interrupted the quarrel between the two.

"Well, Luo Daoyou is returning empty-handed. This is his own business. I can't wait to ask. Since the things in this building have been found almost, we should also set foot on the second floor. I am afraid those real ones. Good things, just on the second floor."

There was no sound in the opening, and the eyes of several people fell on the entrance of the second floor. Although the things in this building have already made them gain something, the ultimate goal of their trip is far. Not only this.

Therefore, even the burly singer of Luo Yang's look was only a cold sigh, and after nodding, as everyone stepped on the second floor of the ancient building.

Different from the furnishings on the first floor, the second floor is more like the bedroom of the sword ancestors. In addition to the stone collapsed tables and chairs, there is a blank drawing axis hanging on the wall, which is extremely strange.

"This is where Sui Jianzu finally sat down? It seems that there is nothing special..."

After the gaze swiftly swept through the room, the burly brow was slightly wrinkled, and some unpleasant openings said.

The whole room can be said to be unobstructed. It is completely an ordinary bedroom. There is no other special, even the magic weapon, there has never been one.

In fact, not only is he a doubt, but even the people from heaven and Shi, there is a suspicious color on his face, and Lin Miaole on the side looks at the axis of the painting tightly, with a dignified face on his face. The look emerged.

"You predecessors, this painting seems to be a little weird!"

Lin Miaole’s voice was crisp, and when the voice fell, several people’s eyes looked at the blank drawing axis.

"This is... Dao Senses?!"

After carefully examining the axis of the painting for a while, Shi Xiang seems to think of something, the look on his face changed suddenly, and some shocked and shouted.

"Really is the Taoist sentiment!!"

After hearing the words of the incomparable words, the people from heaven and the burly were also watching carefully, and the look on the face suddenly changed, and the look shouted in shock.

"It seems that before this sword ancestor saturate, he left this ancestor's sentiment. No wonder there is nothing else in this room. Compared with this ancestral sentiment, any magic weapon is just scrap iron!" The expression was excited, and the old ground was covered, showing a fiery look.

For any monk in a spiritual world, the value of Dao’s sentiments is far beyond everything else, especially for those who have been trapped in a half-step world for many years, and it is hard to resist. force. Even the burly figure of the demon repair, the look at this moment is also very excited, the face reveals the color of excitement.

Looking at the expression of their excitement, Luo Yang, who was always on the sidelines, couldn’t help but shook his head. Looking at Lin Miaole, she was also a delightful look, and she sneered in her heart.

And Lin Miaole seems to have noticed Luo Yang's gaze, but also turned to look at Luo Yang, although the look on the pretty face is still excited, but a pair of beautiful eyes, but with a faint calm flash.

"It’s no wonder that she can become a saint and walk between many powerful people." After looking at Lin Miaole, Luo Yang’s heart whispered, and he regained his gaze even if he did not look at it. .

"But she did not lie, so in the ancestral temple of the ancestors, there was actually a ancestral sentimental presence..." Looking at the blank drawing axis, Luo Yang’s eyes flashed, and it also showed a fiery look.