He was happy in his heart and didn't care about Feng Binbei, who was crossing his legs and regulating his breathing on the bed.

As his figure flashed, Yan Yun had already arrived in front of the Blood-Drinking Sword. Looking at the Lingbao who was so close to him, even Yan Yun's cautious temperament could not help but feel ecstatic.

Unexpectedly, everything went so smoothly, they fought hard in front of them, but they reaped the benefits of the fisherman.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and when he touched the hilt of the blood-drinking knife, he felt a violent blood rushing up instantly.

"scold!"

The spiritual energy surged, and the violent energy slowly suppressed the blood energy. After a while, his hand finally tightened the long sword.

Yan Yun was already a little panting at this moment. The bloody energy just now made him almost exhaust all the spiritual energy in his acupoints.

However, the more this happens, the more happy Yan Yun feels, which means that this treasure is definitely not an ordinary product.

Yan Yun took a deep breath, then his arm suddenly exerted force.

But I didn't expect that when I mentioned it, the spirit sword seemed to grow on the ground, without moving at all.

"Um?"
Chapter completed!