The Ancient Vast Realm

"Feng Xuan... you are the ninth son of the Ksitigarbha Hall, right? Your senior brother is lecturer Yin Mo?"

Lian Gu looked at Feng Xuan, who had an excellent attitude in front of him. A thoughtful light flashed in his old eyes, and he soon knew his identity from Feng Xuan's self-reported name.

"The wisdom of the elders"

Feng Xuan smiled slightly, not surprised that the other party guessed his identity. After all, there were only so many palaces in the entire Great Wilderness Holy Land.

For witchcraft monks who have almost photographic memory, it is not difficult to remember a person's information, unless they are old monsters who have not been involved in world affairs for many years.

"Haha, it turns out it's you. I once heard lecturer Yin Mo mention that he has a junior brother who is extremely talented in witchcraft. Unfortunately, he is obsessed with martial arts, which makes him feel sad. He didn't expect to see the real person today."

Lian Gu looked at Feng Xuan, gently stroked his beard, and said jokingly.

Hearing this, Feng Xuan's smile froze and he looked slightly embarrassed.

Feng Xuan always felt that his senior brother was a bit out of place, but he didn't expect that he would introduce himself like this in front of outsiders.

"Haha, the kid is stupid and stupid, so naturally he can't compare to my senior brother."

Feng Xuan smiled and didn't know what to say.

"Okay, I won't tease you kid anymore. Since you want to find your senior brother, you must have something important to do, No. 8."

Seeing Feng Xuan's appearance, Lian Gu did not continue to be more serious in this regard, but called softly in the direction of the academy.

Under Feng Xuan's surprised gaze, the fine light spots gathered together, and in an instant they condensed into a round little beast in front of the two of them. It looked like a brave animal.

"Item spirit?"

Feng Xuan instantly saw that the Pixiu in front of him was not a beast spirit, but a weapon spirit, and he couldn't help but said in surprise.

"Boy, show some respect and call me Lord No. 8!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing Feng Xuan's words, Pixiu's round eyes widened and he scolded Feng Xuan without any politeness.

It's just that its voice is like a shadow, like the cry of a childish animal, without any majesty at all.

Hearing Xiao Pixiu's words, Feng Xuan's face darkened, and he looked at the other person with some unkindness, wondering where this newborn weapon spirit came from, and he was very arrogant.

"Boy Feng Xuan, this is the weapon spirit of Academy No. 8. The previous weapon spirit has existed for too long, and its spirituality has reached its end. Number 8 is the weapon spirit reborn in the past hundred years, and his personality is relatively lively. Don’t mind if you eat a little.”

Lian Gu, who was on the side, felt a little funny when he saw this scene, and immediately explained to Feng Xuan.

Hearing Lian Gu's words, Feng Xuan was slightly shocked, and then he understood the identity of little Pixiu.

What surprised Feng Xuan was not the fact that Xiao Pixiu was the weapon spirit of the No. 8 Academy, but what Lian Gu said about the weapon spirit of the No. 8 Academy having existed for too long and that his spirituality had reached its end.

You must know that compared to living things, an artifact can naturally exist for a longer time. Although the artifact spirit born from its artifact may not necessarily live and die with the artifact itself, its artifact spirit can also maintain an extremely long life. a month of Sundays.

But even so, as the weapon spirit of this huge academy, the previous weapon spirit of No. 8 Academy was still spiritually solved, which made Feng Xuan sigh at how long the other party had existed.

However, this was obviously not the time to think deeply about this matter. Feng Xuan looked at the little Pixiu looking at him sideways with a stinking look, and suddenly he didn't know what to say.

"Alright No. 8, Feng Xuan is here to find his senior brother Yin Mo, lecturer. Please convey the message on his behalf!"

Lian Gu on the side saw Feng Xuan's unnaturalness and ordered to little Pai Yao.

"Impolite boy, wait"

Regarding Lian Gu, Xiao Pixiu was not so domineering, but he still rolled his eyes at Feng Xuan before diving into the void and disappearing.

"It's strange. Although No. 8 is a bit more lively on weekdays, he doesn't have such an attitude. Why does he seem to have a grudge against you when he meets him? He is so unwelcome."

Lian Gu watched No. 8 disappear, and looked at Feng Xuan with some confusion, feeling a little puzzled.

Hearing Lian Gu's words, Feng Xuan was even more puzzled. He was very sure that this must be the first time he saw No. 8, so how could he offend him.

However, the two of them didn't know it while they were talking. Outside a dark palace in the academy, the figure of No. 8 appeared. He looked at the dark and quiet palace in front of him, a hint of fear flashed in his round eyes.

"Hey, why are you looking for this person again? He is really annoying. There is also that Feng Xuan who is also annoying. He has an ominous aura and is definitely not a good person."

No. 8 looked at the palace in front of him and said to himself with a sad look on his face.

No. 8 hates Yin Mo. As the weapon spirit of No. 8 Academy, it knows exactly what Yin Mo is studying.

Over the years, countless warriors have been destroyed in Yin Mo's hands. Among them are not only ordinary spiritual soldiers, but also soul-level spiritual soldiers who have given birth to military spirits, and even holy weapons that have given birth to complete spiritual intelligence.

Yin Mo's research path may seem to others to be nothing more than damaging some valuable spiritual weapons, but in the eyes of No. 8, who is also the spirit of artifacts, he is simply a vicious person, making it difficult for him to do so. accept.

Even many times, No. 8 only felt that the way Yin Mo looked at him had a vague feeling of discomfort, just like the way the other party looked at the shattered spiritual soldiers when he was studying the artifacts.

Although he really didn't want to come into contact with Yin Mo, No. 8 followed his duties carefully.

"Lecturer Yin Mo, someone is looking for you!"

Number 8 shouted in a babyish voice outside the palace. Strangely, the sound did not spread, but entered the palace in a certain way.

Although the palace where Yin Mo was located was also located in its main body, it was isolated by a formation. If Yin Mo disagreed, even he could not know what the other party was doing at any time, let alone disturb the other party at will.

Squeak——

It seemed that Number 8's shouting was responded to. Not long after, as the tightly closed palace door of the dark palace slowly opened, a sense of coldness suddenly surged out from it, causing Number 8, who was a spirit of the weapon, to shiver.

But this feeling came and went quickly. As the coldness spread out, the dead silence of the palace seemed to be broken, and it looked extremely ordinary again, as if everything before was an illusion.

"Ha——"

Under the gaze of No. 8, a depressed young man wearing a black robe and with messy hair walked out with a pair of black eye sockets. After looking around, his misty eyes noticed the small figure of No. 8 outside the hall.

"It's No. 8? What do you want to see me for?"

The young man asked listlessly while scratching his messy hair and yawning at No. 8.

Yes, this seemingly depressed young man is Yin Mo.

If Feng Xuan saw Yin Mo like this here, he might not believe his eyes. Is this still the handsome Eighth Senior Brother?