What's the thing? Pan Yang glared at the eyes and the old man coughed twice: "It's time to learn...Flying Sword!"

Pan Yang's eyes lit up: "What kind of flying sword?"

"This kind of flying sword!" The old man waved his sleeves and shot out a sword light from his sleeves!

It's like thunder!

As fast as lightning!

The bright sword light was like a silver snake dancing in the dark sky, making Pan Yang dazzled!

The little old man intentionally showed off in front of Pan Yang, pinched a sword and pointed it at an old locust tree twenty meters away:

"go!"

The snow-bright sword light swept across the old locust tree, and with a "boom" sound, half of the old locust tree exploded!

"hiss--"

Pan Yang couldn't help but take a breath of air. The old locust tree needed at least three people to surround it, but it was cut off by a sword!

The power of the flying sword is so terrifying!

The old man proudly waved his hand, and the sword light flew back and floated upwards on his palm.

Pan Yang looked closely and saw that it was a three-inch green streak, small and exquisite, but cold light shining everywhere, which was intimidating!

The old man was very satisfied with Pan Yang's expression and reaction. When he swung his sleeves, the sword light disappeared in his sleeves:

"What about the disciple?"

Pan Yang stared at the old man hungrily: "Master, I want to learn flying sword!"

"The flying sword is invincible and everything is broken!" The old man shook his head and said, "

"Your disciple, you have gained a glimpse of the Heart Sutra of Dreams, and you have met the first condition for practicing the flying sword!

"only……"

Pan Yang asked: "It's just what?"

"But there are two more important conditions..." The old man shook his head with a dismay:

"It's hard!"

Pan Yang asked again: "What are the other two conditions?"

The little old man: "Second, one sword! Third, ten thousand coins of copper! Three conditions are indispensable!"

Pan Yang frowned: "Master, I can understand that practicing flying swords requires a sword at one mouthful, but I want a thousand coins to dry hair?"

"This is the rule set by our ancestor!" The old man stared at his little eyes, looking unquestionable: "The ancestor said that the law should not be passed on lightly, and the price of 10,000 yuan of copper coins is already an internal price!

"You are the only disciple who is in the family. Otherwise, how could you learn the Flying Sword Immortal Technique if you don't know how to learn the Flying Sword Immortal Technique?"

I believe you, you old man is so bad! Pan Yang's mouth twitched twice invisible: "Master, I have been a disciple for so long, but I still don't know what you call Master, what sect we are..."

The old man coughed dryly: "Time flies, and time passes by. These are all false names, so it's better not to mention them..."

"Master!" Pan Yang said seriously: "I don't even know what the sect is, what is the name of the master. How can you ask me to pay the tuition with confidence? Besides, I have money, but I only have one master!

"Master, don't let your disciples feel cold!"

"Okay!" The little old man gritted his teeth and glared: "The teacher's surname is Kong and his name is Fang, and he is known as Kong Zhenren!

"As for the sect, the time has not come yet! Disciple, when you practice flying swords, your master will naturally tell you!"

Kong... Fang? No wonder, no wonder... Pan Yang looked strange. Could it be that our sect was called A Du Gang?

"Okay, disciple, go and prepare!" Master Kong waved his sleeves: "I'm here to wait for the good news!"

Pan Yang: “…”

...

Who can sleep?

Pan Yang got up, put on his lighter and slippers, and tiptoed out of the bedroom like a thief.

As a result, he was discovered by his mother as soon as he escaped to the aisle. His mother's sharp voice easily penetrated the door panel:

"Yangyang, where are you going so late?"

Sometimes Pan Yang really suspects that his mother is a peerless master who is hidden and cannot escape his mother's perception within three feet of mosquitoes and ants. Since it has been exposed, Pan Yang simply lied openly:

"Mom, I'm hungry, go out for barbecue."

"Isn't the meal good? I'm going out to eat barbecue in the middle of the night? The barbecue thing is unhygienic and unhealthy, and it's expensive, Balabala..." Pan Yang slipped away while my mother chattered.

My mother is just a knife-like mouth and a slander. If she really doesn’t let Pan Yang go, she won’t be so nonsense at all. Just one word:

"dare?"

At this time, the Pan father and son could only swallow their anger and endure humiliation and compromise and forced themselves to smile: I dare not, but I dare...

The Pan Family Paper Store is a bungalow built by his own house. There are people living in the back and the shop in front. Pan Yang walked through the aisle to the store. He turned on the light and did not rush to find paper money. The paper store has the most paper money, and the key is the sword.

What you sell in a paper store is basically based on market demand. It is popular to burn luxury houses, luxury cars, luxury cars, and children, boys, girls, and the numbers on the underworld coins are printed larger and longer as they are printed…

But it has never been popular to burn the sword.

Pan Yang couldn't find a sword, but can a living person still suffocate his urine to death?

If you don’t have a sword, you can make it yourself! Pan Yang found bamboo strips for tying paper cows, paper and horses. His ancestral skills have been influenced by him since he was a child. Pan Yang has a strong ability to do it, and he stabbed a big sword in just a few seconds!

The surface of the big sword is covered with a layer of gold foil, which is shining under the light and looks quite stylish.

Pan Yang left the sword to his waist, picked up two large bundles of paper money, and then took a bottle of mineral water out of the door.

The whole road was empty in the middle of the night, and even the barbecue stall was removed, leaving a mess.

Every household is covered with dark lights and very quiet. Only the KTV at the end of the street is faintly crying and howling from ghosts and wolves: "If you die, you must love..."

Pan Yang walked to the intersection under the dim street lights and found a gap among the piles of ashes.

I unscrewed the mineral water bottle and drew a circle on the ground with water. The circle left a mouth and pointed the mouth towards Pan Yang himself.

After all, it was burned for myself.

This feeling was very strange, so Pan Yang hurriedly burned the paper money and threw the big sword in while the fire was at its peak. He stared at the burning of the paper money and the big sword to ashes. Only then did Pan Yang go home with confidence.

Tonight, it's ready.

...

With his eyes closed and opened, Pan Yang appeared in the Yin Realm again. He hung a bunch of copper coins with large mouths on his hands, wrists, arms, elbows, and shoulders on his hands, and even a bunch of copper coins with large mouths on his neck. Fortunately, these copper coins had no weight, and Pan Yang was hanging full and gently and fluttering.

As soon as he saw Pan Yang's exaggerated look, Kong Zhenren appeared in front of Pan Yang as if teleported.

"Are you tired?" Kong Zhenren was so happy that his mouth was pulled to his ears and eyes: "Master will help you get it!"

Pan Yang: “…”

Confucius's big sleeves were like bottomless pits. He took off the copper coins from Pan Yang and cageed them into the big sleeves.

The strings of copper coins with a sizeable mouth of the bowl were all wrapped in the big sleeves, but the big sleeves looked deflated.

"Wait a minute!" Pan Yang suddenly realized something and grabbed the copper coins. Master Kong was anxious at that time:
Chapter completed!