In Yi Dan Pavilion, He Ping'an put the Immortal Evil Pill into the scale, feeling uneasy in his heart.
I thought it was the Immortal Evil Pill used by real immortals to slay evil spirits, but it was refined by immortal vines possessed by demons. I don’t know what the reward will be.
The scale went up and down, and finally the weight settled at nine taels and one cent.
Reward: The Demonic Blood Sword!
"now!"
He Ping'an's soul returned to his body, and with a thought, a bloody long knife appeared in his hand.
The knife was five feet long, flashing with blood, and exuding a cold and murderous aura.
The magic power was slightly activated, and the blade turned into a bloody stream of light, which was more than ten feet long.
receive!
With a thought in his mind, the Heavenly Demon Blood Magic Sword appeared in his Dantian, pushing aside the magical weapons rewarded by Yi Dan Pavilion, the swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks that had been cultivated in the Dantian, and occupied the Dantian. the middle position.
The golden flying sword that had been used by He Ping'an before was not an ordinary product, and was called the Golden Lin Sword. However, at this time, it was also captured by the fierce power of the Demonic Blood Sword and was squeezed into a corner.
"I thought I would get a magic sword, but I actually got a magic sword..."
He Pingan said to himself, slightly disappointed.
What I have always envied is the handsome and elegant swordsman, who wears white clothes, flies with a sword, and takes people's heads thousands of miles away.
The Sword Immortal is the most handsome and will not accept any rebuttal!
He has always aimed to become a swordsman. There is a better magic weapon in Dantian than the Jinlin Sword, but he loves the Jinlin Sword alone.
"That's all, it seems that I don't have the life to be cool..."
He Pingan smiled bitterly, put away the surrounding formation flags, escaped from the cave, and quietly came to Zhang Laoqi's side.
Zhang Laoqi was sitting on the top of the mountain at this time, throwing a copper coin in one hand and muttering something in his mouth: "If it's heads, run away, if it's tails, stay..."
The copper coin fell from mid-air. Zhang Laoqi caught it firmly with the back of his hand, took a look, and said with a frustrated face: "It's the front again..."
"Then you won't run away?"
A voice came from beside him without any warning, frightening Zhang Laoqi's wrist. The copper coin on the back of his hand fell to the ground, still face-up.
In this short period of time, he has tossed copper coins more than ten times, and without exception, they are all heads.
However, the results of his previous escape were still vivid in his mind, and he really didn't dare to escape...
"Master Immortal, you are out of seclusion."
"I am thinking about what to do when the immortal master is tired, thirsty and sleepy in retreat. Should he go pick a peach for you, or should he stay here and wait for you."
Zhang Laoqi was talking nonsense, but he was complaining in his heart.
This immortal master's retreat is different from what I heard in the teahouse.
The legendary immortals often stay in seclusion for a year and a half. This immortal master enters and exits in less than a quarter of an hour, faster than I can go to Goulan...
"hehe."
He Pingan sneered, and then said seriously: "Since you want to pick peaches to honor me, then go ahead."
"this......"
Zhang Laoqi was just a fool just now. In this poor place and in the dark at night, the peach tree may not be found, but it is possible that the monster eats it as a peach.
"Hey, Master Luo, I was just joking."
Zhang Laoqi quickly changed the subject: "By the way, what did the Immortal Master want to ask me to do before? Go up the mountain of knives and go down into the sea of fire. I will do whatever it takes."
He Ping'an naturally knew that he wanted to change the topic, but he didn't take it seriously. The days are still long and there is plenty of time to manipulate you.
"You will go to Yongchun Hou Mansion with me later."
"Yongchun Houfu?"
Zhang Laoqi chewed it carefully in his mind, and suddenly remembered what happened in the courtroom. Isn't the Yongchun Marquis Mansion the enemy of Master Luo Xian?
What are you asking me to do?
Be cannon fodder?
Zhang Laoqi was about to find a reason to refuse, but when he looked up and saw He Pingan's cold eyes, he immediately swallowed the words on his lips.
"But according to the instructions of the immortal master."
He was riding a tiger and had trouble getting off. If he had not gone to the Yongchun Marquis Mansion, he might have died on the spot. If he had gone, he might have died a little later.
"Don't worry."
He Pingan had already seen what he was thinking. Magic power surged, and a mysterious power fell on Zhang Laoqi. His white hair suddenly turned black, and his originally skinny body became strong and powerful.
Rejuvenation?
Zhang Laoqi looked ecstatic, but soon discovered that he was overjoyed.
Even if I move my limbs a little, my body is still as weak as ever.
"You just changed your appearance at this time."
"But as long as you do well, you may be able to rejuvenate yourself."
He Pingan said lightly, then put away his magic power and flew towards Xuanyang City with Zhang Laoqi.
The second day, Xuanyang City, Anrenfang.
Two figures appeared at the door of Yongchun Hou Mansion.
"Xian... Your Majesty, are you sure we won't be recognized?"
A black-armored guard who looked strong but was a little creepy in his movements softly asked the straight ink-colored figure in front of him.
It was He Pingan and Zhang Laoqi who transformed into Wu Fan and his guards.
"You don't believe in yourself, or you don't believe in me?"
He Ping'an said disdainfully, then walked into the mansion with his head held high.
"The prince is back."
Seeing He Ping'an and the two returning, the maids in the mansion rushed to tell each other. Soon, a dignified, elegant, fair-skinned middle-aged woman walked out surrounded by the maids in the mansion.
"Fan'er is back."
"Did your trip go well this time?"
When the middle-aged woman saw He Pingan, she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes. She circled him several times to make sure that he was not injured when he went out.
"I have to deal with a lot of things when I go out this time. I am a little tired, so I will go back to my room first..."
He Ping'an replied stiffly, and walked towards the backyard without waiting for the middle-aged woman's consent.
He had asked Wu Fan before using the soul-catching technique. Marquis Yongchun had been guarding southern Xinjiang for many years, and only Wu Fan's stepmother, Wu Yang, was at home.
Comparing Wu Fan's description, He Ping'an knew that this middle-aged woman was Wu Yang.
Seeing Wu Fan walking straight to the backyard, Wu Yang was not annoyed. Instead, she asked from behind: "Fan'er, have you eaten this morning?"
"have eaten."
He Pingan replied impatiently, and then shouted to Zhang Laoqi who was standing aside: "Guard Su, come with me. I still have questions about martial arts that I want to ask you."
"Hey, it's coming."
Only then did Zhang Laoqi react and quickly followed He Ping'an towards the back house.
After the two left, a beautiful maid complained to Wu Yang: "The prince still has the same temperament, and he doesn't call his wife mother when he sees her."
"It doesn't matter. Fan'er's mother died young and it's understandable that he can't accept me."
Wu Yang was obviously used to He Pingan's behavior, and then smiled and said: "Chun He, have you noticed that Fan'er has grown up."
The beautiful maid Chun He tilted her head, thought for a moment and said, "There is no difference."
"Didn't you hear? He actually took the initiative to ask Guard Su for martial arts lessons just now."
Wu Yang's watery eyes sparkled with surprise, and she was obviously very happy.
Several people talked and slowly walked to the front yard.
He Ping'an, who had almost reached the backyard, sensed all the situation here, and his feet softened and he almost staggered.
He really couldn't imagine how naughty and dissolute Wu Fan was, but just a casual word to Zhang Laoqi could make Wu Yang so happy.
It's a pity. You have to be careful what you say in the future, it must be consistent with Wu Fan's status as a playboy.
