Chapter 68

After Jiao Xuan got the jade pen, he no longer had the stern expression he had just made. His expression began to soften. He held the jade pen in both hands, as if the jade pen was a fragile rare treasure. For some reason, he had a kind of respect in his expression.

"It's it! It's it! I can't remember how long I've been waiting, and we finally met again!" Jiao Xuan said, tears in his eyes, and the old chrysanthemum on his face wrinkled like a dried grapefruit skin, which was terrible.

What's even more amazing is that when Jiao Xuan said something, the jade pen actually shone with a soft luster. The Sumeru flower on the pen holder faintly bloomed, as if it was responding to his words.

Seeing that the jade pen was taken, Qiu Yan shouted in desperation: "You are an old monk in Santa Temple who has seized the jade pen. Are you still ashamed?"

Jiao Xuan was originally immersed in an emotion of sadness and joy that could not extricate himself, but when Qiu Yan shouted, he suddenly came back to his senses, disappeared all the traces on his face, stood up straight again, and turned to look at them.

"Then you, one is the heir of the Yehe clan, and the other is the young master of Qiu Family Fort. He actually went into my Zen room to steal, are you embarrassed?"

"God knows this is your room. We are here to find a magic weapon, and we don't come to your room with special hobbies. Humph!" Ye He Linfeng said unconvincedly.

"Thefting artifact? It's even more unforgivable than ordinary stealing!"

After Jiao Xuan said this, the three of them were ashamed and turned their heads in shame, not daring to look into his eyes. However, Qiu Yan stared at the jade pen that was caught in Jiao Xuan's hand without fear, and glared at Jiao Xuan angrily.

Seeing this, Jiao Xuan sneered, "Chi! Don't wait for me like this. This jade pen is not something that you, an ordinary person who is born with a waste of veins, can have."

Qiu Yan's face quickly sank and glared at him: "Even if your martial arts are better than me now? There are people outside of people, there are always people who are better than you. And even if I am born with a waste of meridian? There are magical objects like the companion spirit that can make people transform into something, how do you know that I will always be like this? This book is mine. If you snatch it over, no matter how respected you are, it is your fault."

After hearing this, Jiao Xuan was not angry, but instead smiled: "Oh? If you have this opinion, I have to look at you with admiration. Do you think this is yours? How do you prove it?"

Qiu Yan's eyes moved, and thought of it, saying, "You untie the confinement on us, and I will prove it to you." Seeing Jiao Xuan's movement, he continued, "What? Can you fight against 50 good players in the world with one move, and even one of the leaders of the Five Tiger Alliance was defeated by you with one move. Are you afraid that we are not as old as you are?" Although he didn't know how old Jiao Xuan was, he looked at the traces of time on his face, with dense chrysanthemums, and sallow yellow and able to hold the flies to death. No matter how old we are, there is 79.

Jiao Xuan didn't say much, and he easily waved his hand to unlock all the three people's bans. After Ye He was able to move, he sat on the ground and immediately began to adjust his breathing. Qiu Li was more miserable. Once the ban was released, he fell to the ground uncontrollably, covering his chest with one hand and unable to move.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan rushed to Qiu Li immediately after being lifted from imprisonment, "Brother! How are you?"

Qiu Li was injured and tired, and had no energy to speak anymore. He just covered his chest and opened his mouth to suck the air, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Jiao Xuan, it's really wrong for us to trespass, but you shouldn't hurt my brother like this! Humph!" Qiu Yan was extremely angry. The feeling of watching his brother be injured and he was helpless made him feel extremely melancholy and unwilling.

At this time, with the anger in his heart, Qiu Yan could clearly feel the connection between him and the jade pen, but how should he control it? He closed his eyes and forced himself to identify and touch the connection. He knew that the temple map was jumping straight and his head began to hurt. Only then did he master the rules of communicating with the jade pen a little bit.

That's right, it's communication. The jade pen seemed to have its own consciousness and could not actively connect with it, until Qiu Yan felt a headache, his chest was stuffy, and a mouthful of blood squeezed into his throat, and he pressed under his tongue, but a trace of it still overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Back! Come! Come!" Qiu Yan continued to "communicate" with Yu Bi while trying to control it. Finally, Yu Bi began to tremble restlessly in Jiao Xuan's hands, and even Jiao Xuan's eyes were narrowed with bright green light.

Jiao Xuan saw that the jade pen began to shake violently and tried to break away from his hand. With a "swoosh", the jade pen flew back to Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan's brain seemed to be torn by two forces, and it was extremely painful. The blood in his chest was surging violently. He could no longer help but spew out blood in his mouth, and he stretched out his weak hand to catch the pen. Looking at the jade pen that was back in his hand, Qiu Yan happily raised the corner of his mouth.

As soon as the jade pen was started, Qiu Yan was surprised to find that he seemed to be less uncomfortable, and the qi and blood in his chest were also restrained. His originally weak limbs also regained their strength, and his head no longer hurts, but he feels a little dizzy.

"Look, I said it's mine."

When Jiao Xuan saw the jade pen flying back to Qiu Yan's hand, his expression was not only not angry, but also no longer the arrogant attitude he had just now. Looking at Qiu Yan's eyes were full of gentleness, but also a little complicated with some elements that the three of them could not understand. Qiu Yan only felt that the old monk Jiao Xuan seemed to have taken off guard against him at this time, and even the trace of hostility just now disappeared.

"He, did he really make you recognize your master?" Although Jiao Xuan's expression was complicated, he didn't know how many times he was still silently chanting. But in the end he was confused, he seemed to have figured out something and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh." So, three rays of light shot into the three people's bodies. Unlike the one just now, the light was soft and quiet, and it came upon them, making them feel warm and comfortable all over, and even their injuries were mostly healed.

Qiu Li's expression was excited and immediately began to use his skills to heal his wounds cross-legged. He believed that after this, the old monk Jiao Xuan would not make things difficult for them anymore. However, seeing his attitude towards Yu Bi, they thought they had a connection a long time ago.

Seeing that the two of them began to use their skills to heal their wounds, Jiao Xuan walked to Qiu Yan and pushed his palm with one hand to his chest. A gentle green light shone with a stream of warm and cool air passing through his chest, he suddenly felt that the last discomfort in his body had healed.

Jiao Xuan closed his momentum, and his voice floated gently into the ears of the three of them, "You three, make a little adjustment and then follow me."
Chapter completed!