"What's that on the left front?" Mu Hanyue raised her eyebrows.
"Fu Xiqin." Miao Ling answered truthfully.
"What's the use?" Have you ever heard of it?
"Can control the mind."
Mu Hanyue whistled: "It sounds very good."
Controlling the mind is indeed good.
"So, sister, you choose Fu Xiqin." Miao Ling smiled and nodded.
"But I can't play the piano." A certain woman blinked innocently and spread her hands.
She doesn't know how to play.
Although I have learned some things like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in modern times, I have never put it to use.
Miao Ling shook her head and blinked at her: "Sister, as long as you can play the piano, as long as you can control Fuxi Qin, it will be very helpful to you in future battles."
I wasn't worried that she couldn't play the piano.
Even if memories pass, even if it takes thousands of years to reincarnate, some things will never change.
Especially those with outstanding talents.
"Okay." Mu Hanyue shrugged and had no objection.
Besides, she also likes Fu Xiqin.
"What are the other two artifacts?"
"It's the Xuanyuan Sword and the Hansha Sword." Miao Ling always knew everything.
"Monster, brother, which one do you choose?" Mu Hanyue narrowed her eyes slightly and turned to look at the two of them.
"Xuanyuan." Xie Si's voice.
"Hansha." A cold voice.
The two figures sounded almost at the same time.
Mu Hanyue whistled: "What a tacit understanding!"
The two of them didn't take it seriously and didn't change much about Mu Hanyue's teasing.
"Who will go first?" His eyes narrowed slightly and he stopped joking.
"I'll go first." A strange look flashed across his purple eyes, and Jun Moye spoke first.
Mu Hanfeng glanced at Jun Moye, narrowed his eyes, nodded, and did not compete with him.
It doesn't matter who comes first, as long as it's not Mu Hanyue.
Mu Hanyue nodded, unable to say anything pretentious, so she simply didn't say anything.
Just stood quietly and watched.
Purple light flashed across, and Jun Moye's figure suddenly appeared a hundred meters away.
In the sky over the sea, a man is dressed in a purple robe, with fluttering skirts and flying ink hair, like a god.
There was a condensation in his purple eyes, and he gathered his energy and continued to fly forward.
The figure was surrounded by a group of purple light, which was very dazzling.
The water below the sea area is calm, and it seems that there is no energy fluctuation.
However, Jun Moye felt a faint pressure coming from him.
The closer you get, the more obvious the oppression becomes.
It started very small, and in less than three seconds, the suppression suddenly broke out.
Jun Moye's figure has left more than half the distance, and the figure is still floating in the sky, but the speed has obviously slowed down.
He lowered his head and glanced at the sea below, his purple eyes narrowed slightly, the purple light around him disappeared, and he was quickly surrounded by a thick black light, a little faster than before.
The dark aura didn't seem out of place at all on Jun Moye.
On the contrary, there is a feeling of extreme matching.
He feels like a king in the dark, full of mystery and danger.
Jun Moye had already crossed more than 700 meters in the distance of one thousand meters. Although his speed was slowly slowing down, he could still continue to fly forward.
Her purple eyes were deep and calm, with no emotion at all.
"He is very strong." Mu Hanfeng on the island turned to look at Mu Hanyue beside him, and spoke slowly, his voice not cold.