"It's not this defensive holy soul weapon!" The corner of Chu Ge's mouth turned up slightly, and he placed the middle-grade defensive holy soul weapon he had just received on the ground. He shook his head slightly, as if he didn't take a fancy to it, and continued to select.
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Chu Ge's move immediately made Yan Hong, who had a calm face, feel nervous in his heart. His deep eyes were fixed on Chu Ge's selecting hands, and his heart wavered with every selection made by Chu Ge.
He carefully selected it again. When Chu Ge picked up the most inconspicuous rusty soul sword, which was only a low-grade holy soul weapon and had rust on the surface, Chu Ge clearly felt Yan Hong's deep gaze.
He trembled violently twice, and his eyes looked a little afraid that Chu Ge would choose.
"Okay, let me choose this rusty soul sword!" Chu Ge smiled slightly and said loudly.[
"Uh. Chu Ge, among these Horcruxes, this rusty Soul Sword is the lowest level and the worst quality. I think you should choose other Horcruxes!" Yan Hong's face changed slightly and he dissuaded Chu Ge.
"I just think this rusty soul sword is more pleasing to the eye, so I won't change it!" Chu Ge shook his head gently, and said firmly when he saw Yan Hong's slightly changed expression.
"Huh, okay, then I've chosen!" Chu Ge remained persistent. Yan Hong took a deep breath, regained his slightly discolored face, and chose the mid-grade defensive holy soul weapon that Chu Ge picked up at the beginning.
Yan Hong selected the mid-grade defensive sacred soul weapon, and Chu Ge continued to select. Soon, the eight sacred soul weapons were divided between Chu Ge and Yan Hong.
After carving up the so-called treasures of Beimang Mountain, Chu Ge was ready to leave to study the secrets hidden in the rusty soul sword that Yan Hong valued.
However, Chu Ge wanted to leave immediately, but Yan Hong, who looked gloomy and uncertain, did not let Chu Ge go.
"Chu Ge, it's getting late and you've been tired all day. Why don't you follow me back to the village to rest for a few days before leaving!" Yan Hong invited with a smile on his face and naturally held Chu Ge's arm.
"Uh." The moment Yan Hong's palm held Chu Ge's arm, Chu Ge suddenly felt a pain like an ant bite on the skin surface of his arm, and his brows immediately frowned.
"I won't disturb you!" Chu Ge gently shook off Yan Hong's arm and prepared to leave.
"You can go, but you must keep that rusty soul sword!" Yan Hong saw Chu Ge insisting on leaving, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared, and he stood in front of Chu Ge, his face ashen as he said.
"Haha, why can't you calm down? Are you going to break up?" Chu Ge laughed when he saw Yan Hong, who looked ashen.
"Chu Ge, don't be too proud! Although you have a clone that I can't fight against, my body has been poisoned by me. If I want, I can make you die in agony! I advise you to cooperate with me.
, Otherwise." Yan Hong opened his mouth, showed a ferocious expression, and threatened.
"Otherwise, don't think that your little trick can hurt me, you are too naive!" Chu Ge showed a faint smile, without any trace of panic on his handsome face.