People's joys and sorrows are not the same, and Ye Qiao only thinks that they are all noisy.
Why does Lian Ying have this kind of personality?
Ye Qiao fell silent the moment she heard it speak, and finally said: "You speak too obscenely." None of her sword spirits had such a character.
Lv Ying: "Hey, how can you say that to me? I will be very sad."
It's so disgusting, so disgusting. Hanshuang transformed into a man who couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to step on the spiritual sword with one foot, and uttered one word in a concise and concise manner: "Get out."
"You can't hit me a little bit." Lve Ying dodged for a second.
How cheap.
No matter which sword spirit he is, even Bujianjun, who likes to cause trouble the most, is not so mean.
There had been no movement between the two swords Lve Ying and Jinghong before. I originally thought that Lve Ying was a cold-blooded person, but his sudden remarks scared me to death.
"It seems like you have lost your mind?" Feixianjian said softly, staring at the sword spirit who was famous for his speed.
——Then it’s better not to open it.
This is the psychological activity of all people.
Ye Qiao's head was buzzing from the noise. She suddenly thought that there was a Demon Lord hidden in her body that refused to come out. She immediately let go of all her thoughts and tried to let the first generation Demon Lord communicate with them.
He was not surprised that Ye Qiao compromised easily. The next second, his head was buzzing and a bunch of unknown things started to chirp.
There were conversations between men, women and little lolita.
Lord Demon Lord was a little confused.
He was precisely controlled by Ye Qiao in the sea of consciousness, and the voices in his ears kept coming. It was a normal discussion in the front, but somehow there seemed to be a quarrel in the back.
There are all kinds of sounds.
You know, the first-generation Demon Lord was quite Buddhist, and his remnant soul had been wandering for almost a thousand years. He had a lot of patience after such a long time, and it was just a group of sword spirits. How long could they keep arguing?
The demon king made his calculations very quickly, and Ye Qiao directly listened to the voice in the sea of consciousness. Although he didn't know what Ye Qiao's idea was, it undoubtedly made him realize that it was a good opportunity to instigate rebellion and let those No matter whether Sword Spirit takes the initiative to cut off the contract, as long as Ye Qiao's consciousness is exploited, he can take his place.
The next step is to brainwash these sword spirits.
He cleared his throat and was about to say a few words, but before he could speak, the voice in his ears rang again, louder than before.
"Do you want to die?" This was Xiao Qi's tone of voice.
"A little bit." Lv Ying said proudly, "You can't hit me."
Well, Tuan Yan Lian Ying Sword was born.
The frost sword couldn't bear it and struck down with a fist. With a bang, the ground shattered and disappeared without a trace. The huge turmoil was transmitted to the entire spiritual consciousness.
"..."
Then for a moment.
The demon king who wanted to speak was deafened by the movement.
Even if Ye Qiao didn't go to see it, he knew it must be very lively.
She thought the Demon Lord might be silent for a while this time, but she didn't expect the Demon Lord to speak.
Unexpectedly, it was a very young voice.
The moment he spoke, Ye Qiao put all his consciousness into his body and saw nothing.
After the Demon Lord was temporarily deafened, he quickly regained his composure and tried to persuade the sword spirits to listen to him first, "Don't fight, just listen to me."
He hasn't spoken yet.
"Can you listen to me?" His smile fell a little. He had never encountered such a situation.
The Demon Lord has the illusion of helping the elementary school students to break up the fight.
The key point is that those primary school students ignore him. Sword Spirit basically has his own way of doing things, so no matter how loud he shouts, no one will pay attention to him.
"Stop arguing!" He couldn't bear it and shouted with some residual thoughts. Ye Qiao outside was frightened by this demon king.
The sword spirits in the field were also frightened.
Hearing this turmoil, Bu Jianjun quickly went inside the domain to watch the battle, wanting to hear what nonsense his first-generation sword master could say.
Seeing the swords, spirits, beasts and ghosts turning to look at him, the Demon Lord felt a little bit more valued. He slightly adjusted his speech speed, his voice was warm, and prepared to introduce himself, "My name is Mu Li."
Just after finishing his sentence, Lve Ying raised his voice and asked in a slightly unqualified voice: "Oyster? What is that?"
Ye Qiao almost laughed out loud. Although Lian Yingjian had a bit of a saucy personality, he was more unruly than the other sword spirits. He suddenly asked a question in a loud voice, which made it impossible for Lord Demon Lord to do it.
Bu Jun squatted down. The young man had a particularly beautiful face, and his chin rested on his face like a well-behaved black cat.
"He is the Demon Lord of the first generation of the Demon Clan and my first sword master."
He recalled for a moment, "It seems that he was the first to ascend in the world of cultivation? But he failed." Otherwise, he wouldn't be attached to the sword spirit.
Although they didn't know Ye Qiao's plan, if they used it well, it was not impossible for the first-generation Demon Lord to use it.
No one is more familiar with the demon clan than the Demon Lord.
"His voice sounds old and ugly." Hanshuang said bluntly.
"I'm not old." Demon Lord gritted his teeth immediately, and I'm not ugly either!
Little Loli glanced at him: "I don't believe it." Then she lowered her head and stopped talking.
This understatement is simply infuriating.
Feixianjian was very interested, but she was still very polite, "Then what do you want to say?"
There was finally one among so many spiritual swords that could communicate normally. The Demon Lord suppressed his excitement and said in a gentle voice, "It's not a good feeling to not see the light of day."
"Don't you desire more power?"
Sword spirits all grow up with the sword master. No matter how powerful they are, it depends on the sword master's understanding and whether he can bring it into full play. It is better to find a master like that than a teenage girl.
"Flying Immortal Sword." He recognized the white sword spirit and followed the temptation: "You should want to find a powerful sword master more than other sword spirits, right? I have been dormant for almost a thousand years just to be able to ascend in one fell swoop. Now I already know how to do it, and I will take you with me when I succeed, how about it?"
Most of the other sword spirits will ignore him, but Feixianjian is undoubtedly the most power-hungry among these swords.
As for not seeing you? Just don’t mention it.
He was the only one who failed to ascend and still retained his remnant soul. At that time, the thunder tribulation of Heaven failed to kill them all at once, so he escaped. If he could successfully appear in this world, he was confident enough to succeed.
A thousand years ago, someone might have chosen to follow this kind of middle-class guy.
But my lord, times have changed.
Even Sword Spirit keeps pace with the times.
"Why...why does he look like he's out of his mind?" Feixianjian said hesitantly.
Bu Jianjun whispered: "Maybe he was imprisoned and was stupid." After all, when he was sealed, the remaining soul of the Demon Lord was also with him.
"Is this so?" Feixianjian thought thoughtfully.
"Then we'd better let him go." Hanshuang seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, his tone flat: "After all, he is old and ugly."
Ye Qiao chuckled as he watched them degrade the first-generation Demon Lord to nothing with their words.
Hearing Ye Qiao laugh out loud without any warning, Meng Liu almost thought that she had really been taken away. After confirming several times that she was fine, he looked at this person with difficulty. He felt that there was something wrong with her, and that a good person was almost killed. You can still laugh about seizing the body.
"Are you here? Lord Demon Lord?" Ye Qiao waited until he was almost tortured, then she cleared her throat and tried not to let her gloating over his misfortune be so obvious. Looking at the silent Demon Lord who was struck, she greeted him.
The other party perked up and responded immediately: "I'm here."
After being ignored by a group of sword spirits and weapons for so long, when Ye Qiao suddenly spoke to him, he had the illusion that he was PUA, and he was even a little touched in his heart.
Ye Qiao felt that his reaction was a bit like artificial intelligence, and his words couldn't help but become sincere, "Can I call you Xiao Ai?"
The first-generation Demon Lord whose name was suddenly changed: "..."
"Why is it called this name?" This name sounds unusual.
She said without changing her expression, "This is my exclusive nickname for you."
All right.
After being severely beaten by a group of sword spirits, Demon Lord still chose to obey Ye Qiao first.
After giving the Demon Lord a name, Ye Qiao began to try to chat with him, "Hi, are you still there? Classmate Xiao Ai?"
When Meng Liu heard her speak, his whole body tensed slightly, and he mouthed silently: Are you crazy?
He was sweating profusely, and his eyes were a little achy from keeping them open for too long. He didn't dare to act rashly for fear of becoming the target of the first-generation Demon Lord to seize his body in the next second.
The demons have an instinct of awe and uncontrollable fear towards those whose status is higher than their own. He could not understand Ye Qiao's mentality in communicating with the demon at all.
Ye Qiao ignored his look that looked like a lunatic and picked up the bamboo shoot in her hand. The moment the seal was opened, the black petals of the black stick were fully opened, like a delicate staff in bud. She turned slightly , turns into a sharp sword.
It comes in many forms, whether it's a stick or a sword, she can use it.
But how to use the staff?
At this time, the role of Demon Lord comes. He is Bu Jianjun's first sword master, and no one knows how to use it better than him.
"How to use this? Xiao Ai?"
Demon Lord: "..."
He said nothing.
Ye Qiao continued to call him. Not only did she call him, but she also made other sword spirits in the field call him. This was so fucking unbearable for the Demon Lord.
Come again? !
The Demon Lord, who liked to mention his new name Xiao Ai, was annoyed by the harassment, so he managed to gather his energy to deal with Ye Qiao, "I can teach you."
"But you have to do me a favor."
