It would be a pity not to keep such a good weapon to myself.
However, because the style I created before was chosen based on Wang Sirui's personal preference for weapons.
Therefore, this sword is completely useless to me.
Then we can only take it back to Wang Sirui to recognize him as his master.
Thinking in his mind, he turned back to Wang Sirui's room.
At this time, Wang Sirui was still practicing with his eyes closed.
His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had encountered some kind of trouble while learning the technique.
You must know that these people do not have golden fingers like themselves.
In other words, if they want to learn this skill completely, they must understand it thoroughly, otherwise it will be difficult to complete it in a short time.
"Forget it, it's too difficult. Let's learn it another day."
Wang Sirui sighed, then opened his eyes and jumped out of bed.
"Brother, you are back!"
Meng Jing hummed and took out the spiritual weapon from his space backpack.
"This weapon is given to you!"
"Give it to me, how can you be so embarrassed, brother!"
Farewell to the weapon that Meng Jing pushed in his hand, Wang Sirui also quickly declined.
After all, he has already received a lot of favors. If he takes over this weapon, then the favor he owes will be too much.
"Come on, accept your master."
After Meng Jing said this, he threw the weapon in his hand to Wang Sirui.
The moment it was dropped from Wang Sirui's hand, the sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, as if resisting the decision Meng Jing had just made.
With a plop, Wang Sirui was directly pressed to the ground by the sword.
"Brother..."
"I can't lift it!"
Is it that heavy?
When he saw Wang Sirui's face turned extremely red, as if he had difficulty breathing, Meng Jing immediately waved his hand.
The heavy sword that overwhelmed Wang Sirui immediately rose into the air.
Only then did Wang Sirui get up from the ground, breathing heavily.
"Brother, this sword doesn't seem to like me very much."
Meng Jing glanced at the heavy sword.
Indeed, just as Wang Sirui said, this heavy sword seems to cast great doubt on Wang Sirui's cultivation level.
After all, spiritual weapons generally choose stronger masters.
Wang Sirui's strength obviously cannot match the existence of this epee, so this epee has some arrogance, which is normal.
He raised his finger and flicked the blade of the heavy sword.
"You guy, quickly make Wang Sirui your master."
Meng Jing scolded him before he finished speaking.
Suddenly, the sword made a buzzing sound.
Not long after, a domineering, somewhat angry, and angry voice sounded.
"Why?"
"You are obviously the master who created me, why did you give me to this guy?"
"I'm not convinced."
After finishing speaking, a graceful curve and exquisite details slowly appeared in their careers.
With a grunt, Wang Sirui also swallowed a lot of saliva.
Meng Jing also rolled his eyes at that guy.
Good guy, can you be a little more energetic?
But not.
One thing I can say is that the woman is really pretty.
He wears a more luxurious dark red robe, and the body under this dark red robe.
Perhaps because his body is an epee, it looks plump and exquisite, especially one part of his body that others would burn in flames if they saw it.
In addition, this woman has long black hair, like a waterfall, falling to his slender waist.
His entire body was sitting on one side of the heavy sword.
One pure white jade leg rested on the other leg, revealing an enchanting temptation that made the two of them feel a little hot all over.
But only for Meng Jing.
She has seen many stunning beauties like this before, so she has developed resistance to them.
But at this moment, for this guy Wang Sirui, it is obvious that he can no longer control it.
Wang Sirui had been clutching his clothes, and the sweat in his palms was dripping. His lips were trembling and a little dry.
"Brother..."
"This woman is so beautiful!"
Seeing that he looked like he had never seen the world, Meng Jing was speechless, "You guy, please wipe your nosebleed first, please?"
Wang Sirui said "Ah" and immediately raised his hand and touched his nose.
"I'm bleeding……"
Then, his eyes rolled up and he fell on his back.
…
Damn, can this guy gain some energy?
Looking at Wang Sirui who had fainted on the ground, Meng Jing also hated the iron.
After all, this is showing his masculine charm in front of his spiritual weapon.
But this guy is really disappointing.
The beautiful woman sitting on the side of the epee also snorted coldly after seeing Wang Sirui fainted.
Then, she focused her beautiful eyes on Meng Jing again.
"Master, do you really plan to leave the slave family?"
The beautiful woman spat out her tongue softly, and moved a jade hand back and forth on his shoulder.
"Not suitable for children..."
Meng Jing interrupted the other party's movements and couldn't bear to continue looking directly at him.
I have to say, this beautiful woman.
It was more direct than the ones I had encountered before.
Then, he lowered his head and kicked Wang Sirui twice.
"Does this guy still recognize the Lord? If not, I will give her to someone else."
"Giving it to someone else?"
After hearing this content, Wang Sirui felt as if he had been given a shot of blood. He was lying on the ground and was pushed up by an invisible force.
He touched his nose with a serious expression on his face.
"No, brother."
"I believe I can do it."
Meng Jing snorted twice and looked at the beautiful woman again.
You say you can do it, but who knows?
The key still depends on the person.
When the beautiful woman saw Wang Sirui's serious look, she was not as cold as before, so she covered her mouth and laughed a few times.
"Little brother, since you are still young, it is better not to play with your sister."
"I'm not young!"
Wang Sirui straightened up.
"hehe!"
"Then don't blame my sister for being ruthless."
Now the other party still seemed not to give up, and the beautiful woman also snorted.
A wave of his hand.
The air in front of them split open in an instant, and the starry sky and universe emanated from it.
The beautiful woman jumped slightly and jumped down from the heavy sword.
The high heels under my feet stepped on the bluestone, and I slowly walked into the starry sky and universe...
