"Song Qingxiu, you insulted that senior like this, you are simply seeking death by yourself." At this time, Uncle Wu said with a cold expression. The senior helped him solve his original predicament. Now seeing Song Qingxiu's insults like this, he was filled with anger.

Originally, he had a little sympathy for Song Qingxiu, but now it has completely disappeared. Song Qingxiu has come to this point, and it is his own fault.

"Haha, I'm looking for death. If that so-called senior, if he had the ability, he would have taken away the natal spiritual weapon in my hand long ago. Will he wait until now?" Song Qingxiu laughed wildly.

Listening to these words, Zhou Yu looked at the radio tightly. Judging from the previous events, the radio could sense his thoughts, so there would be more or less some spiritual consciousness.

In addition to using words to provoke the radio, he is also constantly thinking about getting the flying sword in Song Qingxiu's hands.

Suddenly, a ray of light suddenly lit up on the radio, which had been restored to normal, surrounding the radio.

Zhou Yu showed a surprise on his face. Is the radio going to show his power? Sure enough, he clearly saw a small ball of light that was slowly moving out of the radio. In it, he seemed to see a small sword.

"Didn't you, the shameless guy, stole my stuff from the first two times? Why don't you dare to come today? Don't you have the ability to steal my natal flying sword?" On the radio, Song Qingxiu's sarcastic words were still coming.

At this time, Uncle Wu, who had been staring at Song Qingxiu, laughed out loudly, "Hahaha, my Junior Brother Song, take a good look at your hand. The flying sword you are holding tightly is gone."

Song Qingxiu's expression changed suddenly and he quickly looked at his hand. The flying sword that was originally holding tightly in his hand disappeared without a trace. He was holding tightly just now, and he didn't feel the flying sword disappearing at all.

At this moment, he quickly pinched a sword technique with his hands, closed his eyes, and wanted to summon his natal flying sword back, and check the traces of that shameless senior.

However, soon, he opened his eyes, his face changed drastically, and muttered to himself in a daze: "This is impossible, this is impossible, how can I sense the flying sword of my natal life? This is impossible, he cannot eliminate the brand on my sword in an instant, and it is even more impossible to move thousands of miles away in an instant."

At this time, in the earth world, Zhou Yu watched the small light completely escape from the radio and rise into the air. There was a small blue sword inside.

Hearing Song Qingxiu's words on the radio, he couldn't help but smile and moved thousands of miles in an instant. This was much further than thousands of miles. This was the distance between two worlds.

Just as this ball of light completely left the radio, Song Qingxiu, who was muttering to himself in the fairy world, could not accept this reality, suddenly felt a pain in his head and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Brand, my divine mind brand has been completely eliminated. This is impossible, this is impossible. Even the elders cannot completely eliminate the divine mind on my natal flying sword in such a short time, my green light, my green light, and my green light."

Song Qingxiu stumbled forward a few steps, then suddenly collapsed to the ground, looking distraught.

Although this natal flying sword did not spend all his savings, it was the best spiritual weapon he could have so far. In terms of combat power, it was even better than Uncle Wu's natal spiritual weapon.

But now, the natal spiritual weapon has disappeared and the brand has been eliminated, which means that this flying sword will no longer belong to him.

In addition to Fei Jian, he lost completely this time with confidence, and lost very thoroughly. Coupled with the loss of spiritual consciousness, he changed from a high-ranking and very casual cultivator to a desolate and pale-faced person, as if the wind would fall down.

Seeing Song Qingxiu like this, Uncle Wu lost any sympathy in his heart, "You are responsible for everything. If you have any respect for that senior, you will not have reached the level of today. I will take some time to get the things from the God Chef Villa. As for the bet, it would be fine."

Although it was cold on the surface, Uncle Wu still felt some compassion and no longer pursued the bet of choosing storage bag items in the bet.

However, in his opinion, Song Qingxiu was not worthy of sympathy. As an immortal cultivator, he was so reckless and did not consider the consequences in anything, and even insulted an immortal cultivator who had merit and fortune. It can be said that his mind and nature were too poorly cultivated.

Even the elders who were not in harmony with him would have doubts and disrespect in their words when facing this senior, they would never dare to insult the slightest bit of insult.

When he met that senior, he lost some of his things in his hand, but he just threatened with words and said some disrespectful words, but he never considered using more excessive insults.

Just as Uncle Wu turned around and was about to leave, a weak but cold voice came from behind, "Stop, what I, Song Qingxiu, naturally I will not break my promise. This is the item from the God Chef Villa, and this is my storage bag, you can choose something from it..."

The sound of the radio came to an abrupt end. This time, the radio seemed to be turned off directly, and the sizzling sound did not appear. The light above the radio gradually disappeared, and the flying sword slowly fell down.

Seeing this, Zhou Yu's expression changed. He quickly held the hilt of the flying sword with his hand and gently placed it on the table.

At this time, he didn't care about Fei Jian, but directly picked up the radio and tried to turn some buttons, but the radio did not respond at all.

Looking at the radio in his hand, Zhou Yu had some bad premonitions. When he took items from the Xianxia World before, the radio did not illuminate the light around his body like today. I am afraid that the flying sword's energy was too high, which made the radio overdrawn its energy.

If he just overdraws his energy, he might be able to replenish the problem in a few days, and he is afraid that the magical ability of the radio will die directly. In that case, he will lose a little.

After all, what he got was just a flying sword that could not be used at all now. If the radio's ability disappeared, it would be a pity for life.

Zhou Yu shook his head and gently placed the radio on the table. He could only watch and couldn't do anything, because he hadn't figured out the energy absorbed by the radio.

However, according to his inference, the biggest possibility is that the radio overdraws its energy and needs to be replenished. As for how many days it needs to be replenished, this is an unknown number.

His eyes looked at the flying sword placed on the table. It looked very small in the light, but after the light disappeared, it still turned into a mini flying sword.

Zhou Yu slowly pinched the hilt of the flying sword, took it over, and watched it carefully with the help of the light.

The length of this flying sword is about ten centimeters. It should be a three-inch flying sword that looks small. If it can be fully controlled and input spiritual power, it may become much larger.

The overall color is blue, with some mysterious patterns on it, which looks very beautiful. When placed in the hand, it is shorter than the length of a palm. It is really like a dagger, but it is much more beautiful than a dagger.

The flying sword gave him the feeling that it seemed very spiritual, as if he was about to come back to life at any time. It was more magical than any cold weapon he had ever seen. It was really worthy of being the spiritual weapon in the world of fairy tales.

It’s a pity that he hasn’t even refined his energy now, and even if he wants to control the flying sword, he can’t do anything.

After watching the flying sword for a while, Zhou Yu carefully placed it in the drawer and prepared to study it carefully tomorrow. Although it could not be controlled, as a spiritual weapon, it must have some extraordinary features.

After all, this is something transmitted by the radio overdrawing its energy, so it cannot be put aside.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Yu thought of the conversation on the radio, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile. His radio overdraws energy and turns off directly. He doesn't know his condition, but compared to Song Qingxiu, he is much more miserable.

The natal flying sword disappeared, and the imprint on it damaged his spiritual consciousness, and there was also a bet with Uncle Wu. Such things combined together could overwhelm a person's nerves.

Although he also took a lot of Song Qingxiu's things, such as the seeds of immortal fruit, the spirit bee and the wind eagle flesh, and today's natal flying sword, it felt completely different from Uncle Wu.

After taking Uncle Wu’s things, he felt the idea of ​​compensation in his heart, but Song Qingxiu was arrogant and even arrogant, so he naturally couldn’t feel any favor in his heart. Before he knew it, he had already regarded Lao Wu as his own person.

As he gradually thought about it, Zhou Yu slowly fell asleep, with a sweet smile on his face, as if he dreamed of the scenes of himself flying with this blue flying sword in the sky.
Chapter completed!