A Guide to Raising a Blackened Boss

Chapter 179 The Genius Who Was Dig Out of His Spiritual Roots (33)

Wei Ziyu maintained an upward curve on his lips, and described in great detail what had appeared in the bronze mirror.

His voice was calm, like a pool of stagnant water: "It's just a poor wretch and a bunch of bullshit guys, what's so interesting about it."

Qi Ling choked, and it was rare for him to be curious about this child who was still in his prime.

It smiled inexplicably: "But this poor thing seems to be you, little guy."

There was a sound of "噗嗤", and a black flame shot out from Wei Ziyu's palm.

The tongue of flame danced, bursting out three or two sparks from time to time.

When Qi Ling saw the fire, his face immediately changed, and he retreated quickly, his voice was so sharp that it broke: "Yang Linghuo!"

Everyone knows that Yang Linghuo is the nemesis of Yin Ling.

And Qi Ling was a Yin spirit thousands of years ago, who was captured by the founder of Baize Academy, and after making a contract with him, he became Shangqingjing's Qi Ling.

Even though it has long since left its identity as a Yin spirit, whenever it sees the Yang spirit fire, it still can't help but get chills down its back.

"You you you you you put this thing away, and I'll let you go!"

Qi Ling stammered, wishing he could kick Wei Ziyu out of the mirror immediately.

But how could Wei Ziyu fulfill its wish so easily.

"But you already know my secret, how can you promise not to tell others about it in the future?"

He smiled brightly, and whispered softly: "It's better to cut the weeds and roots, and let this secret stay here forever."

Tool Spirit: "!!!"

So young, so vicious!

Wei Ziyu flicked his fingertips lightly, the fire surged, Yang Linghuo jumped out of his palm, and went straight to Qiling.

Qi Ling screamed in fright: "I swear, I swear I won't say anything!"

"I'm dumb! I swear, if I tell others, I will be struck by lightning and die, and I will never be reincarnated!"

Yang Linghuo annihilated in mid-air, Wei Ziyu withdrew his hand: "The spiritual oath has been fulfilled, if you break the oath, you will be miserable."

Qi Ling watched helplessly as a ball of white light entered between its brows, and the spirit oath was born.

Qi Ling wants to cry but has no tears, thinking that it has made waves in Lingqi Pavilion for hundreds of years, but it has never been deflated.

The only time he was defeated by a yellow-mouthed child, how could he be reconciled.

"I..." Qi Ling wanted to say something, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Wei Ziyu, "Can I choose the spirit weapon?"

Qi Ling wants to say that Wei Ziyu has a flawed state of mind, if he continues to let it go, he will become his demon one day in the future.

But facing Shangwei Ziyu's dark red eyes, it was too scared to speak, and could only nod slowly: "That's fine."

Anyway, it's not that it gave birth to demons, this brat is full of bad things, no matter what, he deserves it!

Wei Ziyu lowered his head to tidy up his clothes, so that his master would not be worried when he got out, and then said slowly: "I think that black epee is good, so let's leave it at that."

Qi Ling followed his line of sight and saw the black iron sword that was somewhat taller than Wei Ziyu himself, and fell into a brief silence.

That is a top-grade spiritual weapon, and it doesn't want to give it: "This sword is too heavy, why don't you choose another one?"

Wei Ziyu glanced at it, shook his head and refused, "I want it."

"Don't whine, if you delay for a long time, Master should be worried."

Tool spirit: "."

With the bad intention of embarrassing Wei Ziyu, Qi Ling waved his hand, and the black iron sword flew in front of Wei Ziyu.

Qi Ling gritted his teeth secretly: "Go on."

Wei Ziyu ignored it, and raised his hand to grab the hilt.

The sword body trembled with a "buzz", and a dazzling golden light burst out from the exquisite pattern of the scabbard.

(End of this chapter)