While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Chapter 273, he won

The green ghost-headed weapon spirit said with a grin, with undisguised malice in his eyes.

It is obviously the supreme weapon spirit of the righteous path, but its style is a bit biased towards the villain.

Song Zhi frowned subconsciously, always feeling that something was not quite right.

But soon, her attention was attracted by the words of the Mustard Seed Artifact Spirit.

Feng Yezheng was fighting with Gu Zichen.

This will determine the final contract candidate for Venerable Canglan's treasure...

The treasure mentioned by the Mustard Seed Artifact Spirit is very likely to be the Supreme Sword Box that allowed Gu Zichen to ride on the sword in his previous life and command all the swords in the world!
Thinking of this, Song Zhi's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees.

She bent her phoenix eyes, gave the ghost-headed weapon spirit a bright and sweet smile, and directly summoned the weapon spirit's favorite spiritual tonic in her hand.

Seeing the green ghost-headed weapon spirit and a pair of skeleton eyes staring intently at the psychic tonic, he looked arrogant but also pretending to be reserved.

Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang looked at each other, and both of them smiled. They were already connected and understood the next deception operation.

"Senior Qi Ling, this is what my senior brother and I share."

"Senior, please accept it."

"My senior brother and sister are both soft-spoken and do not understand Venerable Canglan's layout and requirements."

"Of course, we don't dare to trouble senior to break the rules or anything like that. I just want to ask senior, does my senior brother Feng Ye really have a good chance of winning?"

"If I remember correctly, my senior brother's cultivation strength is indeed inferior to that of Gu Zichen."

Song Zhi respectfully presented the spiritual tonic in his hand to the mustard weapon spirit.

When Qi Ling took it half-heartedly and stuffed it into his mouth almost impatiently, Song Zhi immediately hit the snake on the stick and raised his eyebrows to express his concern.

The mustard weapon spirit is a bit simple, but it is not stupid at all.

As soon as it saw Song Zhi probing his head, it knew Song Zhi's plan.

I just want to ask it, as the Mustard Seed Weapon Spirit, to know whose family the treasure left by the Venerable will end up.

"Just say what you have to say."

"I'm not the kind of person who keeps my secrets and keeps silent."

"Ahem, who is that? I smell something good in your hand."

"If you are willing, you can use that thing to exchange an answer with me."

"how?"

A pair of skull eyes of the green ghost-headed weapon spirit glanced at Song Zhi's storage bag hanging at his waist.

What it said sounded normal, but in fact it was a naked offer of a deal.

This development was a bit beyond Song Zhi's expectation.

Song Zhi turned and looked at Zhao Muyang, and both of them became visibly wary.

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, and finally caught the Mustard Seed Artifact Spirit's words.

"What does Senior Qi Ling want?"

"It can be said clearly that if there is no conflict, the younger generation is willing to pay tribute to the senior."

When he said this, Song Zhi became rarely nervous.

She felt that the Mustard Seed Space Artifact Spirit in front of her had some extraordinary divinity.

It seems innocent and simple, but in fact it has a sense of insight that can see through everything.

The secret she had tried so hard to hide seemed to have been seen through by it.

"Don't be nervous."

"I don't want your life, why are you so guarded against me?"

"It really makes Qi Ling sad!"

"Don't worry, I won't touch your things. I just want the remaining stone of the ladder in your storage bag."

"That's a great spiritual tonic. If I eat it, I might be able to survive for a while longer."

When the voice of the mustard weapon spirit sounded, Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang were horrified to see the lively and lively weapon spirit that had shown off its power in front of them before.

At this time, a thin body that had gradually dissipated was revealed.

It turned out that the white radish-like spirit that Song Zhi and the others saw was just a deceit created by the mustard weapon spirit on their behalf.

It is about to disappear in this world. "Why is this so?"

"Senior, you were clearly full of vitality just now..."

Looking at the dim green ghost head, Song Zhi asked in confusion.

But she reacted quickly.

"Yes, has the battle between warriors between my senior brother and Gu Zichen in the Mustard Seed Dimension come to a final conclusion?"

"I dare to ask, senior, who finally got hold of Venerable Canglan's treasure?"

If Gu Zichen took it away by luck.

Then Song Zhi would have to disregard martial ethics and risk his life.

Feng Ye didn't get the treasure because he didn't live up to expectations.

She guided and created the conditions. As a junior sister, she considered herself qualified.

So, she had to plan for herself.

It seemed that Song Zhi had a strong intention.

The mustard weapon spirit showing a weak posture immediately chuckled.

At this time, it changed from the naughty boy before, and instead became steady and deep like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes of life.

It slowly turned around and looked at the landscape painting, with nostalgia and relief for the world in its eyes.

The two juniors behind him don’t know yet.

In fact, it seems powerful and mysterious.

From the beginning, he was a useless spirit abandoned by Gu Canglan.

Because it prevented Gu Canglan from refining the creatures in the mustard seed space, Gu Canglan was annoyed.

He thought that this little newborn weapon spirit was not of the same mind as him.

So, more than 50,000 years ago, on the day Gu Canglan ascended, he took away the contracted cats, dogs, broken swords, basins, and lamps.

Only the spirit of this mustard weapon was left in the old sect.

Fortunately, he still has a good conscience.

It did not inform others about its new life and existence.

It relied on the powerful and sacred sword pool to survive for tens of thousands of years, and when it was about to disappear, it chose a spokesperson among the mortals in the space, thus starting an era of supreme martial arts in that space.

Relying on the kneeling and admiration of those warriors, the mustard weapon spirit gained the power of faith and barely survived until now.

now.

The two darlings of swordsmanship, who were guided by heaven in the dark, had already determined the outcome and took away the sword box as agreed.

For these years, it has been relying on the sword box to maintain its spiritual body, which means that it is about to completely dissipate.

What a pity.

If the little human named Song Zhi had found it earlier, it might have been able to survive for a while longer by relying on the psychic supplements she offered.

"The victory or defeat has been decided."

"Little girl, please take your senior brother out of the sword pool."

"This place is about to completely collapse."

The world of martial arts that it has painstakingly maintained will also be completely cut off from the lineage of warriors who ascended to immortality due to its dissipation.

The mustard weapon spirit sighed softly.

Song Zhiben had already taken out the colorful ascending stone he had received earlier and was about to hand it over obediently.

The mustard weapon spirit that was teasing Zhao Muyang turned its back to them and quietly disappeared into the air.

At the same time, the cave where Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang were located suddenly experienced violent vibrations.

In a daze, two figures were swallowed up from the void.

While swaying, Song Zhi took a closer look and immediately recognized his current senior brother Feng Ye and his former senior brother Gu Zichen.

Both of them were seriously injured and looked unconscious.

But in Feng Ye's arms, there was a rectangular green wood sword box.

Obviously, when these two swordsman geniuses competed, Feng Ye won.