To destroy the base of Anyou Palace in Nanlan Continent.
The most important thing is to kill those dead puppets and the profound practitioners who refined them.
"They are responsible for attracting the attention of the disciples of the Dark Palace. You and I will sneak into the secret room and deal with the dead puppets."
Di Moxuan clasped his arms suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Remember, you must follow me closely and be obedient."
"Got it, I'm obedient!" Ye Qing pursed her lips.
Di Moxuan pinched her nose: "Your mental power is not enough to deal with those dead puppets, and you are not happy to be obedient?"
"Happy, happy! If you are happy, you can't be more happy!"
Ye Qingluo hugged his big palm with both hands, and whispered: "This is all in front of my sister, can you save me some face!"
Yan Xiaoyi and the others: "..." Face? Doesn't exist!
...
the next day.
Ye Qingluo and Di Moxuan walked out of the house hand in hand.
Outside the inn, there were already neat and loud sounds of soldiers practicing.
That neat and thick voice added a bit of enthusiasm to this morning.
After two days of recuperation, the injuries on the soldiers' bodies are almost healed.
There are also a few slightly more serious ones lying around in the lobby.
The other soldiers have already been training outside.
Ye Qingluo and Di Moxuan went downstairs and walked to the lobby.
Yan Xiaoyi and Qiao Jin served the prepared breakfast.
Ye Qingluo ate a few mouthfuls.
Suddenly, a sudden excited laughter spread throughout the entire inn.
Immediately afterwards, the door of a room on the second floor opened, and a slender figure rushed out.
The man was clearly agitated.
Didn't even bother to walk the stairs.
He jumped down directly from the second floor and turned to face Ye Qingluo.
"Qing Luo! Look, what is this!" the woman said excitedly, while stretching out her hand.
That white palm flipped.
A dazzling fan appeared in her hand as if it was burning with flames.
Ye Qingluo's eyes brightened sharply, and he stood up abruptly: "Flame Devouring Fan!"
Although…
The shape has changed a lot.
But Ye Qingluo recognized it at a glance, it was her Flame Devouring Fan.
The connection between the soul and the Flame Devouring Fan cannot be faked.
"The Flame-eating Fan is indeed a weapon that can grow!" Tang Beiyuan was very excited, "It took me one night, not only to really integrate the spiritual power into the Flame-eating Fan, but... also let the Flame-eating Fan, A quality improvement!"
"That is to say... the Flame Devouring Fan is now... a legendary quality spiritual weapon?" Ye Qingluo's heart also jumped frantically.
She stretched out her hand and took the Flame Devouring Fan.
When I touched it, I felt a burning sensation.
That is the feeling that the Flame Devouring Fan and the soul resonate.
The Flame Devouring Fan in the palm began to shake slightly.
Ye Qingluo seemed to be able to hear a small voice ringing in his ears.
Ye Qingluo's fingers gently caressed the Flame Devouring Fan.
Immediately, slowly unfold the Flame Devouring Fan.
The flirtatious red glow is like a raging flame.
The entire lobby seemed to be enveloped in a layer of flames.
But in an instant, it disappeared.
Ye Qingluo clenched the Flame Devouring Fan tightly, his eyes were full of joy: "Bei Yuan, thank you!"
"No thanks, no thanks, if you want to thank you, I should be the one to thank you. If it wasn't for the Flame Devouring Fan, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to improve my refining level in this lifetime!" Tang Beiyuan shook her head, then became excited again He waved his hand at her, "No, I feel too much now, I want to go back to my room and continue refining some weapons that can fight against dead puppets! Take your time!"
Saying that, without waiting for Ye Qingluo to stop him, he hurriedly rushed upstairs.