Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"Tsk, I still have to clean up the mess." Yang Jian shook his head and waved his hand at the place where Ding Yan was lying on the ground, and the person who was tied into a long worm by the fairy rope disappeared instantly.

He tapped lightly on the spot, and flew towards the direction where the two knives landed.

The two knives fought inextricably, and for a while he couldn't tell who was the winner and who was the loser.

But he has already made up his mind, if the winner is Guan Gan, he must recruit him to his side, if the winner is the murder weapon, he will refine it while weak and bring it back, so as to avoid future troubles. Anyone who loves to suppress will suppress it, anyway, he will definitely not keep it.

As he thought about it, he arrived at the mountain that was broken by the sharp blade. There was a big pit there, and the dust hit his face, which made people cough and covered the two knives lying at the bottom of the pit.

"Are you awake?" Yang Jian called out.

No one should.

This is a bit bad, it is very likely that the murderous knife won, not Guan Gan.

He stretched out his hand in the air and drew his own weapon.

It was a silver gun. It used to be a three-pointed double-edged knife transformed from three dragons. Later, he transformed it into a gun because Tianting imitated the Moon Palace to carry out reforms and vigorously promote hot weapons.

There are quite a few dead souls under this gun. I don't know if it will add another killing karma to it today.

"Guan Gan? Are you awake?" Yang Jian yelled, while loading the gun, every muscle in his body was secretly exerting force, the whole person was like a leopard ready to go, and it might pounce on it at any time opponent.

Still no answer.

He pointed his gun at the pit, walked in, his eyes flashed with golden light, and the entire golden pattern was radiant, like turning on a flashlight in the dark night, he passed through the gray fog and saw the center of the pit.

There was a black knife stuck vertically there.

Only a handful.

Strong, slender and straight.

Only the blade is sharp.

Yang Jian aimed at the knife calmly, and strode over, without a trace of vigilance in his voice, he said flatly, "I'm watching you, let's go."

near, near.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

As he got closer to the knife, his muscles became tighter and tighter.

Just one step away.

He took a step forward and put his hand on the handle of the knife.

No waves.

It's like an ordinary knife.

Could it be that the saber and the saber spirit of the murder weapon collided, and both sides were injured, and they both disappeared?But if this is the case, there should be two broken knives left here, why is there only one knife left here.

He looked at the knife carefully.

The blade is pitch-black, with a sharp blade edge. The blade is long and slender like a seedling, and there is a deep blood groove near the spine.It is not within the four systems, neither fish nor fowl, but it shows its unconventional and uninhibited interest.

There is no inscription, no break, like a new knife that has nothing to do with those two knives.

Take it back first, and make plans later.

Before he even took two steps with the knife in hand, he paused, the arm holding the knife shook, and a long black object fell out of the sleeve—it was the scabbard.

Touching the space in the sleeve again, sure enough, there was only a handful of loose fairy rope left, and Ding Yan, who was lying there, disappeared.

Yang Jian shook his head, picked up the scabbard that fell to the ground, and tried to insert the knife into the scabbard.

It fits perfectly, without any difference.

It seems to be a knife cast together from the beginning.

He looked at it for a while, then called out the fairy rope, and tied them both tightly.

The knife and the scabbard have been inserted together in this posture.

Yang Jian is not in a hurry, he goes out as usual when he should go out every day, takes the two of them in the space with him, and moves together.

When you are free, take it out and put it outside to bask in the sun.

Sterilization, absorption of sun and moon essence, all very good.

This state lasted for three days.

At that time, Yang Jian was drinking tea in a teahouse and listening to people posing, but he felt that something wanted to come out of his bulging sleeves.

He quickly put down the money and went out, sneaking into the alley before taking out the knife.

Ding Yan woke up first, but the fairy rope bound him and prevented him from changing. He just felt that he was wrapped in a big bag, which was airtight, and his lungs hurt from suffocation. Not long after, Guan Gan also woke up.

This is actually his imagination born of the scene in front of him. Yang Jian's universe is actually equivalent to a tiny world, and there is nothingness inside. In order to prevent them from being suffocated in it, Yang Jian deliberately introduced some air from time to time, so as not to suffocate them. Lung pain.

The knife fell to the ground, and the immortal rope moved in response, flying back to his wrist, as quiet as an ordinary bracelet.

Before the knife touched the ground, it quickly turned into two people.

Guan Gan protected Ding Yan from the bottom, rolled on the ground and stood up.

"Okay?" Yang Jian asked.

Guan Gan nodded, put Ding Yan down, thought for a while, and said to Yang Jian: "It's hard work."

The author says:

Like Shi Lezhi, I mistyped their names several times——"Precious Textual Materials on Early Human Taming of Wild Keyboard Bags"