Chapter 125 - Flying Sword

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Ye Zhiqiu's thoughts moved, and his spiritual consciousness controlled the two ends of the Black Crystal Sword, and the sword-shaped one-horned evil dragon's spirit bone suddenly floated crookedly.

"Fuck..." Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were shining brightly as he watched the scene before him, and the joy on his face couldn't be hidden.

It's flying!

Ye Zhiqiu jumped up from the wicker chair and stepped on the sword with one foot.

"Crack~" The Sword that had just floated a little was stepped on the ground.

Ye Zhiqiu: ...

Can't the sense of mind hold its weight? Ye Zhiqiu frowned for a while and thought about it, and quickly realized that he immediately increased the output of the spiritual sense. He could have covered the 110-mile range with his spiritual sense but at this moment, it was completely compressed on the 100,000-year spirit bone.

If he used his spiritual sense to lift the two ends of the sword before, it was like hanging the Sword with two silk threads.

Now, it was like wrapping the entire sword with thick and reinforced steel wires all over the place, and the blade, which was originally crooked and unstable, suddenly became stable.

The Black Crystal Sword was about one meter above the ground, floating steadily.

Ye Zhiqiu leaped slightly and stepped on the sword. The Black Crystal Sword didn't even sway, and it steadily carried his body weight.

It succeeded!

With a thought, the Sword rose slowly, nothing unusual happened and, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly became bolder.

He began to control the Black Crystal Sword to fly slowly and gradually disappeared from Yu Xiaogang's sight.

Only a jaw-dropping Yu Xiaogang was left in place, what was this operation?

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu was flying with the sword about ten meters above the ground, and Tang San and his group could already be faintly seen not far in front.

Ye Zhiqiu immediately lowered the height of the Black Crystal Sword, accelerated, and flew slowly following aside at a speed similar to them.

"Yeah, keep running~!! Tired, do you want me to go to Souto City to buy you some melons?" Ye Zhiqiu controlled his Sword to fly around the group, jokingly.

[The negative emotions value from Tang San plus 366...]

[From Dai Mubai's negative emotion value plus 366...]

[From Zhu Zhuqing...]

The group stopped involuntarily, looking at Ye Zhiqiu in amazement, and then at the black crystal long sword under his feet, a little dazed.

But due to Ye Zhiqiu's ridicule, several people hated it. God knows how uncomfortable it was to run without spirit power with a large basket of stones on their back and he was leisurely flying on his sword.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at a group of people with dark faces and couldn't help but laugh, "Come on, I'm going to Soutou City soon, I'll take the step first."

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Zhiqiu's figure suddenly moved away as an arrow fired from the string, and he was gradually becoming more proficient in controlling the flight of the sword by his spiritual sense.

No wonder so many people like flying swords.

That feeling is unexpectedly cool!

Coming to the outside of Soutou City, Ye Zhiqiu descended by a tree and stretched out his hand. The Sword flew into his hand as if it had eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu placed the sword in front of him and muttered: "I thought you were useless, but I didn't expect you to be a spirit bone driven by spiritual consciousness. That is something else!  In that case, I can't bury you. I also have to give you a domineering name."

The sword body trembled slightly as if it could feel the meaning of Ye Zhiqiu's words.

Ye Zhiqiu thought about it for a while, then smiled faintly: "Since you can change everything, just call you "                   ". Is it very suitable for you?"

...

Ye Zhiqiu put away the sword, and after walking into Souto City to buy a few melons, he casually walked out of the city.

He stepped on the flying sword while eating melons, he followed Tang San, Dai Mubai, and others on the way back to the academy, and said from time to time, "Come on, we are almost at the academy, and we are about to finish a lap. ..."

The words that were supposed to be encouraging, were played by Ye Zhiqiu with a mocking effect.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others, while enduring the hardship, were also enduring the torment in their hearts.

All of them were thinking the same thing,' We are exhausted due to running, and you are eating melons and talking mockingly, which is too much. Can it make people exercise and complete the course?'

Even Ning Rongrong wanted to take Ye Zhiqiu off the flying sword and beat him. This guy was soo deliberate...

Ye Zhiqiu himself looked at the negative emotion values ​​that floated from time to time, as the system would be updated the day after tomorrow. Although he already has a lot of negative emotional values, he should be prepared for more.

It was not until he returned to the entrance of Shrek Academy that Ye Zhiqiu let the group off in a comfortable mood, and went back to lie down on the wicker chair.

A few small balloons filled with water were touched out by him again. The difference was that this time he was holding a sliced ​​watermelon in his left hand!

Tang San and the others looked at the melon in Ye Zhiqiu's hand, and at the large bowl of saltwater in their hands, they were a little bit eager to cry.

The group swallowed the saltwater with painful expressions and started a new round trip between Shrek and Soutou City.

Ye Zhiqiu also calmed down, and silently studied the changes in the Rasengan there.

With time, the scorching sun stood in the sky, and the air that had been cool in the morning had long since disappeared.

Tang San and the others, who had run eight back and forth under the blazing sun, were all sweating, and everyone's breathing became difficult, and their lungs were burning like fire.

The clothes had long been soaked with sweat.

Zhu Zhuqing's black tights tightly clung to the delicate body at this time, drawing out an amazing curve.

It was a pity that the rest of the people had no energy to pay attention to this beauty, and they all ran back to the academy gate out of breath.

The eighth lap was over... After drinking the warm salt water prepared by Yu Xiaogang, the group gritted their teeth and set off again in the direction of Soutou City.

It was almost noon at this time.

Ye Zhiqiu's spiritual consciousness spread out, always observing the group of them. On the ninth lap, everyone except Tang San was almost at the limit.

The weight behind Ning Rongrong and Oscar's two auxiliary spirit masters was also handed over to Tang San and Dai Mubai.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun didn't reach level 30 and consumed more spirit power, but they persisted.

Until they ran back to Shrek Academy, everyone panted, taking a break by drinking warm salt water.

Ye Zhiqiu was no longer in the mood to tease them, and stood up and said with a serious face: "Rongrong and Zhuqing, if you still want to practice the Eight Gates, stick to the full course, otherwise, you are not qualified to practice, I will not teach you as it will be hurting you."

Ye Zhiqiu looked solemn when he said this, he had never been so serious.

"I...I....., Boss Qiu, you are... actually planning to give them a small advantage, I also want to learn..." Ma Hongjun was as tired as a dead dog, his face was pale, but at this time he was still grinning. But Ye Zhiqiu just ignored him.

"I'll finish it." Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth. Her condition was not much better than Ma Hongjun's. If it hadn't been for Tang San to help her share her weight, she would have been lying down.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't say a word and nodded indifferently. She was stubborn, and the weight behind her had never been given to anyone.

She was consumed more spirit energy than Ma Hongjun.

"Okay, we are on the last lap, everyone, come on." Dai Mubai loudly encouraged. Even though he said that the double pupil in his pupil was almost shrinking into one. He fought Tang San the most. If you say that among eight people, who was the most tired then it was none other than him.

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