Chapter 1207: Who dares to bully me?

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"Little fat man, are you still so eager to claim that it is the first day of the refining of the patriots? The repairs have been compared to this guy." Randomly throw the already dumbfounded Baiyuntian on the ground, let this kid silly Self-talking, Xiang Yang is looking at the little fat man Bai Yunfei, with a tone of laughter on his face.
The little fat man still has a depressed look in his heart. He looks at Xiangyang with a pleading on his face. "Boss, you must promise me first, you must not kill, or you must kill me first..."
At this moment, the little fat man really regrets his death. He knew that Xiang Yang would actually kill him. Even if he killed him, he would not call the refining person.
I remembered that he was still clever, using tricks to let his master come over as quickly as possible. As a result, if he came over, he would die....
The little fat man trembled, his face no longer smiles, only self-blame and pleading.
"Forget it, look at the protection of my life, I will teach them a meal." Xiang Yang felt that playing with the little fat is almost enough, so he smiled and said.
"Really?" After the little fat man listened, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Believe it or not." Xiang Yang rolled his eyes and his heart was relieved to this kid. Fortunately, it was not incurable. It was not really a real bone after the brain. Not a very pit person, it is not impossible to communicate.
"Letter, the boss said, of course I believe, you are my boss." The expression of the little fat man is too fast. After Xiang Yang promised to come down, he suddenly smiled and then returned the question. Xiang Yang asked his one to come up, and looked disgusted at Baiyuntian, who had become an idiot.
"Boss, you take me to compare with him. Isn't this deliberately disgusting me? This kid can condense Jin Dan. He has used all his hands and broken. You said that he might cultivate himself to the present realm with his own strength? The discerning person can immediately see that this kid is able to cultivate to the later stage of Jindan because of external forces. I am actually doing this step by step. I don’t think I am only in the middle of Jindan, but this is Kid, I can play ten."

Do you think you are a very talented person?
Xiang Yang asked softly.
If the little fat man did not ask himself so much, let Xiang Yang see that this guy is not really pit, Xiang Yang is absolutely too lazy to say so much to him, but behind this kid, he panicked and pleaded with him not to hurt the refining device. When the person is in the case, Xiang Yang feels that he can cultivate this guy well.
"That is of course, my talent is outstanding, what is the average person can compare?" Little fat man said with a proud look on his face.
"Then you still don't feel that you are such a genius. Is it really shameful to be left behind by Baiyuntian?" Xiang Yang asked.
"That is because this guy is relying on external forces, I am completely self-cultivating." Little fat man retorted.
"If it is me, no matter whether the other party is raised by external force, in short, I have to strengthen myself to step by step and practice, and I can't be overtaken by him because I am the strongest, no matter what the other party uses. Means, it is impossible to surpass me. With my own efforts, I can definitely surpass anyone. No matter whether the other party has the help of external forces, it cannot be an excuse." Xiang Yang said that his hands were faint.
At this moment, Xiang Yang has a very strong self-confidence, he has not lacked self-confidence, even if the world is in front of him, he has the confidence to be able to punch, no one can surpass He, he is confident, even if he is not as strong as some old monsters, but if he gives him a little time, he will be able to catch up.
It is the need for such a forward-looking self-confidence that meets the true enchanting level of Xiang Yang.
"This... seems to make sense." After the little fat man listened, he stunned, and then his eyes looked at Xiangyang. When he saw the confident look on Xiangyang’s face, he seemed to I was also infected by Xiang Yang, and my heart trembled and said, "Boss, I understand, although my talent can't compare with you, but I can't let Baiyuntian compare this kid, whether he is relying on external forces. Means, he has not yet obtained the creation of heaven and earth, and I have gained the creation of heaven and earth. It is correct that I will surpass him by practicing with my own efforts."
"Good boy, you can understand."
After Xiang Yang listened, he suddenly smiled and gently patted the shoulder of the little fat man. After thinking about it, he took out a golden sword directly from the 'Nan Shen Jie'. It was when he practiced the world in the blood. The best sword-level sword that was made from the main branch of the Taikoo Tree.
"Hey..."
This is the first time that Xiang Yang took out the magic weapon of the refining of the blood world in this world. As soon as this sword appeared, there was a powerful and unskilled sword, and a golden sword was accompanied by a sigh of breath. Turned into a golden sword, the light column rushed into the sky.
At this moment, in the void, the wind is surging, and the powerful and unparalleled power is constantly rolling.
"This...this is the best spirit?"
The little fat man spit a slobber, his face with an incredible look at the golden sword of the spirit of Xiang Yang.
This is the best thing, even if the little fat man is called a master of refining, but his most proud means, until now can only refine a lower spirit, and that is because of luck, can refine Success only.
The best spirit is unattainable to him. Even if he is the master of the refining sect, he can only refine the spirit of the Chinese genre. It is also because of luck. When it was good, and it was a coincidence, it was once a refining of a top-quality spirit. As for the best spirit, it was something that you could not even think about.
Among the gates, although there are some excellent spirits, but those are the ancient ancestral treasures that have been handed down from ancient times, all of them are in the hands of the giants of Daomen, even if they are the ancestral gates of the refining equipment themselves. The family is definitely richer, and there is more than one of the best spirits, but they are also in the hands of the sect of Zongmen. On weekdays, the little fat man has no qualifications to even look at it.
At this moment, when the eyes of the little fat man looked and saw the sword of the best sword, suddenly the heart trembled, and the whole person instantly looked at the sword.

Like?
Xiang Yang asked softly.
"Like." The head of the little fat man is like a chicken glutinous rice. He feels that Xiang Yang is really nonsense. This is the sword of the best spirit level. Which one will not like it, and more Needless to say, he is a refining master who loves the magic weapon and overcomes everything. At this moment, his mind is attracted by the golden sword of this skill level. There is no idleness to pay attention to. Xiang Yang.
"I want it?" Xiang Yang asked again.
"Thinking..." The little fat man nodded habitually, and then after returning to God, his face looked at Xiang Yang with an incredible look. "Old, boss...you, what are you talking about?"
When I thought that Xiang Yang seemed to have the intention to give this sword of the best spirit level to himself, the little fat man suddenly breathed quickly, his heart beat faster, his face flushed, if he was a Jindan period comprehension. At this moment, I am afraid that he has been too excited to accept it.
"From now on, this sword is yours." Xiang Yang said faintly at the same time, he is like throwing garbage, very casually directly put this sword of the best spirit level in front of the little fat man Plug in, then look at the little fat man with his hands on his back.
"what..."
"Really... really give it to me?"
The little fat man stared at the golden sword of the best spirit level, which was inserted on the ground, and stuttered when he spoke.
"If you don't want it, you can tell me, I won't force you." Although Xiang Yang knew that the love of this stalker had reached an unparalleled level, he couldn't help but smile. Said.
"Who said that I don't want it, I want it."
As soon as the little fat man spoke, he immediately reached out to grab the golden sword of the best spirit level. However, when his hand had just touched the hilt of the golden sword, the golden sword had a golden color. The sword gas broke out and directly put his palm into the hole.
"what..."
The little fat man quickly retracted his hand and looked down at it, only to find that his hand had already had blood on his palm. Moreover, because of the sword on the handle of the sword, the sword remained in his palm. Injury, so that his wounds not only have no tendency to heal, but the wounds are getting bigger and bigger.
"Boss... I... I..."
The little fat man wants to cry without tears. He only feels that this shame is really a big loss. Xiang Yang has already put this sword of the best spirit level in front of him, but his hand even grabs the sword. There is no ability in the handle, and the injury on the palm of the hand is constantly expanding under the condition of a sword. The expression on the face of the little fat man is more and more helpless. He strongly urges his true power to want to The sword on the palm of his hand was driven away, but he found that his true power could not shake the sword. Even when the sword could absorb his true strength and grow stronger, he almost suddenly The child cried out and could only look at the helpless eyes toward Xiangyang.
"Since you have already given this sword to you, then you have to find a way to get it. You are determined to become a master of the refining class. If you know that you can't even accept a good spirit. If it is, then it is not too shameful." Xiang Yang is still carrying his hands and not paying attention to the little fat man, but his face with a mocking expression.
"Yes, but the sword of this sword is too strong, I can't take it anymore..." The little fat man almost cried out, especially, he saw the wound on his hand still As we continue to expand, we only feel that the whole person is getting worse.
"Boss, please! If you don't do it again, my hand will be abolished..." The little fat man pleaded with gaze at Xiangyang, really wanting to cry, and a good spirit is there. In front of him, there is no way to connect, and his heart is stuffed.
"I know that my cultivation is not enough. If I know it, I will practice it in the future."
Xiang Yang was a blink of an eye. He took the opportunity to educate the kid. However, when he was ready to help the little fat man to solve the injury on his hand, he helped him to accept the refining sword, but he heard the distant sky. There was a scream in the middle.
"Bastard, the old master of the reigner, the lord of the white god, is here, who dares to insult my disciple?"