Chapter 388: Octarine Heart

The murderous gaze of the original man disappeared without a trace, but it was full of smiles, even ridicule, even the Jin Liuli, who had already had a psychological shadow on the publicity, showed mockery.
Just because of the Phoenix Sacred Sword.
The name of this sword is very resounding, and it is also one of the strongest holy swords in the West Desert. After nearly five generations of saints in the Chiyan Dynasty, some people say that it has laid the supreme foundation for becoming a fairy sword.
This sword is quite similar to the Shenyuexin of the Lengyue Dynasty, much like a symbol of the Chiyan Dynasty.
However, just five hundred years ago, the Phoenix Sacred Sword changed hands and was taken away by the sage Jin Wudi of the Taixu Dynasty. This became the greatest shame of the Chiyan Dynasty. For 500 years, they tried their best and always Can't get it.
Jin Wudi, the most powerful saint of the Taixu Dynasty, and Xingyan saint one of the three most powerful saints in the West Desert.
In the land of Ximo, the established fact is that as long as you get into the hands of the Taixu Dynasty, you will never want to take it back, let alone Jin Wudi's hands.
"Does the Holy Master have confidence?" Yan Mengqing still smiled.
Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "Does the princess think I should have confidence?"
"Yes." Yan Mengqing said.
Zhang Yang laughed and said, "I disappointed the princess. Not only did I have no confidence, but I also felt that the Phoenix Sacred Sword had nothing to do with me. He gave it to me. I have to consider whether or not I want to.
The small smile that Yan Mengqing kept at the corner of her mouth finally disappeared.
The eyes of her two maids also became sharp.
The eyes of many people at the scene have become complicated, some are hateful, some are doubtful, and some are playful.
Zhang Yang whispered again: "Also, when I ask the princess to talk to me, don't smirk, can you? Although it looks very real and entertaining, it is actually very fake. Well, my instinct, the princess never came in. Behind that smirk, there is a touch of unattainable cold arrogance. If you make a mistake, please forgive me, the princess."
The atmosphere on the scene changed again.
It's a low voice, but who can't actually hear it?
Which one is not a master in the martial arts, and which one is not a mosquito mosquito that is 100 meters apart, can be heard clearly.
Yan Mengqing's black-and-white eyes looked extremely pure, moving, clean, and thorough, but now they shot out palpitating gazes like swords and knives.
Zhang Yang smiled and said: "The last point, I am the Holy Lord, and you are just a princess. I and your father are on an equal footing. Even if your father abdicates, it is Yan Chihuo who is on equal footing with me, not you."
Yan Mengqing's beautiful face seemed to freeze at this moment.
Even Zhang Yang exclaimed: "You are indeed beautiful."
He stopped talking and lowered his head to eat the leg of lamb, um, it was a bit cold, not very tasty.
Yan Mengqing kept that attitude for a while and didn't move. After a long time, she exhaled her foul air and said, "The joke of the Holy Lord is really interesting."
Leaving this sentence, he left.
Zhang Yang spit out a piece of bone and muttered: "You belong to Yan Donghuang's line. He actually values ​​you so much and he personally sent you here."
Whoosh!
Yan Mengqing turned around abruptly, and her beautiful and picturesque face was filled with shock that could not be concealed.
Zhang Yang lowered his head to eat white jade goat meat again, and muttered: "It's delicious."
Yan Mengqing quickly covered up this gaffe, and said softly: "You have only offended you, so please forgive me."
Always standing on the side indifferently to witness the whole process of the ice jade face, the corners of the mouth under the veil were slightly raised, the saint's heart was so narrow, she disdaind it.
However, she was also surprised that Zhang Yang actually discovered Yan Donghuang.
At least she didn’t think Zhang Yang knew that Yan Mengqing was a direct descendant of Yan Donghuang, because Zhang Yang embraced many things in the West Desert like a jujube, and didn’t even react when he saw the black-robed military division for the first time. How could it be possible to match them? number.
That's how Yan Mengqing could lose his temper.
"The conditions Mengqing mentioned before to propose marriage are sincere." Yan Mengqing whispered, "Others are joking with the Holy Master by the ancestors, and the Holy Master should not be offended."
Zhang Yang was chewing lamb in his mouth, and muttered: "No wonder, no wonder, don't scare him to pee later."
Ok?
Yan Mengqing did not hear clearly.
Zhang Yang did not say any more.
Yan Mengqing stopped going out.
The atmosphere on the scene slowly became warm again.
No one noticed, Bing Yuyan asked aloud: "How do you know Yan Donghuang?"
"Guess." Just as Zhang Yang said, he was attacked by a slap on his butt, and he said angrily: "You take advantage of me."
Bing Yuyan said irritably, "Say it quickly."
Zhang Yang curled his lips and said: "That Yan Donghuang probably regrets that he shouldn't be too high in Liuzhen. When I killed the black-robed military division, I deliberately talked with Yan Chihuo. They are the host again, and the Taixu Dynasty is incapable. In the wild forest and Tongtian Mountain, there is no way to retaliate against me. I must find someone to vent. I guess the Taixu Dynasty must have troubled the Chiyan Dynasty, and it was done in secret."
"Then you can't blame him," Bing Yuyan said.
"Actually, you are still quite innocent, um, much better than the seemingly innocent woman, but in fact the seven-orifice exquisite heart." Zhang Yang said: "The problem is always looking for a catharsis. Yan Donghuang is here again. It’s not the first saint, and there’s definitely no way to deter people from getting angry. So, he’s unlucky. Didn’t you see that he was so caring about us next? I killed the four maids of Jin Liuli and came out to stop. Just to make me vent my anger, I guess Yan Donghuang feels even more shameless, so I deliberately defrauded her, and I was wrong. I'm great."
Bing Yuyan looked at the publicity, but didn't notice that this squad was in a pit, and his eyes grew more and more, and he was really going to become a pit god, growing too fast.
She has watched him grow rapidly since Zhang Yang hasn't walked out of the vast forest.
So she asked: "Do you think simple is good, or how good is your mind?"
"Did we discuss this issue just now?" Zhang Yang said.
When the two were grunting, Chi Jiuxiao, the lord of the sword pavilion, walked in with a sharp-edged holy sword.
Everyone at the banquet looked over.
They knew that the most exciting part of the dinner had begun.
Treasure!
This is not about realm, nor is it a test of strength. It depends on everyone's other abilities and luck.
Chi Jiuxiao smiled and said: "You come to my Chiyan Dynasty, there is nothing interesting in the sword pavilion. There happened to be a swordsmith who has cast such a brand new sword. He has not yet recognized the master and has no characteristics. It is like a piece of white paper. Let the winners follow their own needs and draw whatever they want."
"The sword is here."
He backhanded the holy sword into the ground.
"Anyone present can try. Whoever can communicate with this sword and get the approval of the sword is the master of this sword."
"My sword pavilion, take the initiative to give up."
The people present suddenly boiled.
That is to say, Jin Liuli's kind of disdain, if she wants the sacred artifacts, she will disdain.
However, everyone else was moved.
It is that the Four Great Saints are all a little eager to try, they don't have holy artifacts in their hands, the key is that they also want to compete, this is to distinguish the victory without hands.
Yan Mengqing smiled at the corner of her mouth: "People from the Chiyan Dynasty will not participate either."
In this way, the reduction in the number of people provokes cheers.
There are many holy treasures, but rare artifacts, which makes a brand new holy sword full of great temptation.
Chi Jiuxiao said loudly: "Everyone, you can start."
For a while, all interested people sat down and tried to communicate with the holy sword.
Whether it can be recognized by the holy sword is not about distance, and luck may take up a larger part in some cases.
In this quiet time, Zhang Yang stopped eating, drinking and watching playfully.
The whole scene, except for those who stated that they would not participate, were really unmoved, except for him and Bing Yuyan, it was actually Jin Liuli, but this proud woman was swept away by the publicity, and she subconsciously turned her head to look away, not daring to look at each other. , The psychological shadow is too heavy.
It is not easy to communicate with the Holy Sword, so this may take a long time.
Not long after the beginning, Yueguilong got up, then used the ancient teleportation array to leave, and when he came back, he carried a storage bag in his hand and handed it to Zhang Yang, saying: "There are thirty-five types of fires in there, a total of one. One hundred and nine, if they are fully urged, it is possible to kill the saints."
Zhang Yang's eyes lit up.
He should act!