The Yuanshen who rushed past Ke Xiaoliang was short and slim, and seemed to be less than a foot tall. If he didn't identify him carefully, it would be easy to identify him as Yuanying.
Such a short, incompetent Yuanshen is so naturally confident.
Ke Xiaoliang was dazzled by his confidence and relaxed slightly.
Among the crowd, there was a tall Yuanshen glowing with green-gold light, with eight arms and two heads, and a complete set of robes and weapons. He was holding a black sword and showing off to the surrounding people.
"The quality of my sword cannot be overemphasized. Its biggest feature is its sharpness, sharpness...it's damn sharp!"
"As long as your skill is enough, as long as your sword is used quickly enough, and you hold it in your hand, there is nothing you can't cut or split."
"And now...the question I want to ask is, if I gave the sword to any of you, would you be willing to use it for me and take my orders?"
While this person was speaking, a monument suddenly rose above his head.
There are some strange words on the tablet, which are old and jerky and difficult to understand.
Many spirits around who were watching the excitement chewed up and swallowed the 'yes' that was on their lips.
One of them sneered and said, "Are you going to play word games for us? Do we seem to be fooled so easily?"
"If you want to be a white wolf with nothing, you don't even have to take a look at this place. Which one of us is not well-informed?"
"Look at your disgrace, go back and practice again!"
There was a chorus of agreement all around.
Ke Xiaoliang walked up to the short but confident Yuanshen and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Go! Just promise."
The short Yuanshen turned his head, looked at Ke Xiaoliang dissatisfied and said: "You are asking me! Is Yi Zhijie so easy to be fooled?"
Ke Xiaoliang said: "Brother! It's too small! The pattern is too small! He can ask questions with if, but you can't answer with if?"
"Even a contract like the Word Spirit must follow the complete contract rules. The magic weapon that can force the signing of certain unequal treaties is definitely not in this shape. It should look like a sword, a knife, a hammer, or something like that."
The short Yuanshen's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that it made sense.
But he asked Ke Xiaoliang very tactfully: "Since you have thought of it, why don't you go by yourself?"
"How can I be as handsome as you? I don't deserve such a good sword!" Ke Xiaoliang said.
Hearing this, Yi Zhitiu immediately agreed with this statement and nodded: "You are very honest, I like it very much! Give you a chance, tell me your name, and I will accept you as my younger brother. In the future, I will become the Immortal Emperor, and you will be the one." The curtain-rolling general under my command!”
Ke Xiaoliang said: "You're welcome! I don't deserve it!"
Yi Zhijiu wanted to persuade him again, but Ke Xiaoliang said in advance: "You'd better hurry up, otherwise others will understand."
Yi Zhitiu immediately jumped up, strenuously stepped on a cloud, and then said: "If you give me the sword, then I will agree to your promise."
After saying this, Yi Zhiti suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The Yuan Shen, who was holding the sword and waiting for the wisher to take the bait, looked at Yi Zhijiu, with a very obvious expression of disgust on his face.
Although Yi Zhijie's answer hit the point, I'm sorry... this is not the fish he wanted.
However, Yi Zhijie's answer directly inspired many people.
Someone immediately replied: "If what you said is just what if, then I will agree to your conditions. Please give me the sword, and I will obey your orders."
"If I get the sword, then I will pretend to be obedient to you."
"If I obey your orders, will you give me a sword?"
"You give me a sword, and I'll give you a fake yes-man!"
All kinds of messy words and sentences began to challenge the bottom line of Chinese teachers.
But Yuanshen, holding the sword high, stared at Ke Xiaoliang in the crowd, waiting for his answer.
"Hello!"
"Everyone has answered your question. Who are you giving this sword to? You can be sure!"
"You don't want to default on your debt! No way! No one is so stupid to think that if you can't take action in the city, the big guy can't do anything to him!" The crowd around him started to boo.
Whether you can get the sword or not is a matter of luck and skill.
But if you dare to play tricks on people...you must pay the price.
The Yuanshen monk holding the sword saw that Ke Xiaoliang remained silent.
He could only take the initiative to come over, holding the sword in both hands, and wave it in front of Ke Xiaoliang's eyes.
Then he asked: "You answered very well!"
"This sword belongs to you!"
This turning point is very abrupt.
There was an uproar all around.
Ke Xiaoliang did not take the sword, waiting for the explanation from the soul.
"I already said it was hypothetical, so the standard answers to this question are all false. No answer is true."
"So, this sword belongs here, the only friend who didn't answer."
This Yuan Shen's explanation was not only far-fetched, it was simply a perfect level of deception.
A large number of people around protested loudly, but to no avail.
This is inside the city, if you do anything you will be kicked out of the city.
Single beep beep, can't do anything, who is afraid of whom?
"He's my little brother!"
"What's his is mine!"
"So... why don't you just give it to me!" Yi Zhijiu rushed up again and reached out to grab the sword.
The jet-black sword looks ordinary, simple, and ordinary. In terms of shape and aura, it is just like an ordinary weapon in the world.
But there were really not many people present who had average eyesight.
Even if you don't have the eyesight, you can peek with your soul spirit eyes.
You can also get a glimpse of the evil spirit of this sword, which is as strong as the vast ocean, and the sharp aura that seems to tear everything apart.
Yi Zhijia reached out to grab the sword.
The soul holding the sword did not fight back, but only touched the inspiration of the sword itself.
Surrounded by the sword energy, Yi Zhijie's palm was cut with several large gashes.
The golden Yuanshen jade liquid dripped from Yi Zhiti's palm.
Yi Zhijia quickly covered the wound with his mouth and stared at the Yuanshen holding the sword with wide eyes, as if he felt extremely wronged.
Ke Xiaoliang still didn't take the sword at this moment.
Instead, he said: "I, Ma Yuantao, never accept rewards without merit. The sword is very good and I want it very much. But if I am so embarrassed to accept it, my sword heart is not clear."
There was a sneer all around.
The character is not so easy to establish.
It is not a one-day effort.
These guys present are all human beings who have lived for many years. How can you convince them that the state a person shows is the truth with just a few words?
Ke Xiaoliang said these words, but turned around and left.
He left cleanly.
Based on his nature, he really has no idea about this sword.
"Wait! I'll give you this sword, as long as you do one thing for me!"
"If you do it, write it off!" The Yuan Shen shouted at Ke Xiaoliang.
He said this deliberately in public.
Ke Xiaoliang continued to walk forward without looking back.
"You do not dare?"
"Because my condition is related to Baotong Realm. You have just escaped from Baotong Realm, so... you don't dare?" The Yuan Shen stimulated with words.
A smile flashed across Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, but he turned around.
Then he strode towards the soul.
Then... he took off the sword he was holding.
"you are wrong!"
"But your calculation was right!" Ke Xiaoliang said to this soul.
