Chapter 305: Spiritualist, in the coffin

After a while, Yang Qi knew everything.
The cultivator of Qi Ling Continent is called Qi Ling Shi.
There are a total of 100 levels of Qi Ling Master.
From level 1 to level 100, an instrumentalist.
A magician of level 1~10 can only have one magical spirit, a magician of level 11-20 can have two magical spirits, and so on.
The first tool is awakening.
The second one needs to be captured.
The weapon spirit can be anything. Weapons, animals, flames, and even farm tools can all become awakened weapon spirits.
His identity is Diyun City, the trash son of the third elder of the Yang family, one of the three big families.
Because when I was playing in Yuanshan, I suddenly burped.
In other words, he is now in the coffin.
In the coffin, this was something Yang Qi didn't expect.
"Elder, you dare to say that my son is dead?"
"What's the matter? With your only 30-level device spiritist, is it possible that you still want to fight with me and fail?"
Elder Yang's family and a middle-aged man are at war.
The middle-aged man is Yang Qi's father in Qiling Mainland, the third elder of the Jiang family.
Boom...
The lid of the coffin suddenly moved.
Everyone in the hall shrank their pupils.
"The coffin lid moved?"
"Is it a mistake?"
Boom...
Just when they thought they were wrong, the coffin lid moved again.
Fraud?
Everyone in the hall swallowed.
Boom...
The coffin lid moved again.
Snapped!
Suddenly, the coffin lid was lifted.
A fifteen or six-year-old boy sat up, his face pale and bloodless.
"Damn, ghost!"
In the hall, the younger generation of the Yang family all ran out.
"My brother, why fear ghosts?!"
Elder Yang Family snorted coldly.
Yang Qi ignored the great elder. He looked at his corpse and sighed secretly, thinking about returning to the appearance of fifteen or sixteen.
Fortunately, from the memory, his appearance has not changed much, but he is a little younger, otherwise it is really meaningless.
"Son? Are you a ghost?"
Yang Kai, the third elder of the Yang family, looked at Yang Qi in astonishment.
Yang Qi knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was his father on the Continent of Qi Ling. Judging from his memory, his father treated him meticulously.
"I am not dead at all."
"not dead?"
Grand Elder Yang Kun sneered, "Yang Qi, you are obviously dead, you still dare to say that you are not dead?"
Yang Qi didn't bother to explain too much with the great elder.
"I'm a little tired and want to sleep."
After speaking, Yang Qi got down from the coffin and out of the hall.
The buildings that caught Yang Qi's eyes were all standard houses in fantasy novels.
With memory, Yang Qi returned to his own house.
"System, where's my little knife?"
"The small knife has been integrated into the host's body. As long as the host summons, it can appear at any time."
Listening to the system, Yang Qi stretched out his hand, and a small 20 cm long knife appeared in his hand as expected.
The scabbard looked fine, with a few gems inlaid on it.
"Host, the super-sky level skill has been cleared hundreds of millions of times, and the host needs to start from the beginning."
Regarding the system, Yang Qi was not surprised.
He knew that no matter what the system said now, he would not be surprised, because he experienced the most surprising thing in history.
With the length of a small knife, it no longer fits on the back, he put it on his waist.
The system told him.
It takes ten thousand times to draw the knife to wake up the spirit of the device.
If so, let's do it.