Chapter 878 (1/2)

There is another hour, need to find a Jiangzhu Jiuye grass.

This kind of spirit grass is rare in mainland China. The reason why ye Lingyue was found last time was that he bought one from the underground Yan palace because of Yan Jiu's blessing.

But Yan Jiu also said that even in the underground Yan hall, there is only one red pearl nine leaf grass.

It is also ye Lingyue's material for refining nine dragon chants, which is second only to Archaean dragon blood.

Ye Lingyue looks around, as expected, after a search, there is no discovery.

”Sister Yue, if not, we'll be half alone.” Long Baobao suggested.

”No, we'll both fail in refining. I'll see if I can find another spirit grass that can replace the crimson nine leaf grass

Ye Lingyue thought in his heart that it was hard to die a hero for a Wen.

If she has a chance, she must plant a pile of nine leaf grass in Hongmeng sky.

Ye Lingyue said, again did not give up looking for up, at this time, she noticed Feng Xin's strange behavior.

Fengshen is not far away.

I saw that he was playing with a black thing that looked like a broken sword.

In the storehouse of the four square city Lord, there are many similar weapons which are not refined completely. Some of them are just thrown aside at random.

As the owner of the Fengfu family, Fengxin has seen a lot of treasures. Most of the things in the treasure house can't look up to, but he is interested in a broken sword, which makes ye Lingyue very surprised.

”Fengxin, what do you have in your hand?”

Ye Lingyue's wonderful way.

”It seems to be a sword. Although it has not been completely refined, it is very sharp.” Feng Xin's eyes, flashing the light of interest, speak, Fengxin with the knuckle kowtow that black things.

Wu Zhong uses a sword, so he has a natural sharpness for the sword.

Just now, as he passed the area of the broken sword, there was a powerful force in his subconscious to attract him.

That strength comes from this broken sword.

He had just rubbed the sword between his fingers. The body of the sword trembled and hissed, and drew a bloodstain on Fengxin's finger.

Red blood, dripping on the sword.

Feng Xin's eyes flashed. Could this sword hurt him?

You know, his body now, however, has been strengthened by Archaean dragon blood.

”Be careful.” Ye Lingyue grabbed his hand and was about to check his wound.

But at this time, a burst of cracking sound, into the ears of two people.

The broken sword, which was only the size of Fengxin's palm, changed when it touched Fengxin's blood.

Originally dark, it was like a smoked sword body, like the surface of a mixture of dirt and dust. Large pieces of large pieces fell off, revealing the inside of the sword body.

”Is this?”

Ye Lingyue lost her voice.