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“What?” Song Shuhang hurriedly looked down at his chest when he heard Sooko Yu's call... Then he saw a transparent shrink in his chest and drilled himself out.

The same face, even the bald head and the clothes on the body are the same as themselves. Also, Song Shuhang's clothes are also stained with blood water.

This is a completely scaled down Song Shuhang!

“Huh?” Song Shuhang stunned herself - Shh, what is this?

He subconsciously squeezed his hand toward this transparent 'Little Song Shuhang’.

Shh!

His hands were smoothly pinched on the head of 'Little Song Shuhang', and his hands came with a cold touch, a feeling of pinching on the doll glue head.

Soon afterwards, Song Shuhang's own head suddenly felt 'pinched with fingers’.

Sensory sharing?

“Huh?” Song Shuhang quickly let go, he immediately thought of one thing - this‘ Little Song Shuhang ’, is it not a spirit ghost?

But how did his ghost end up like this?

Next to him, the spiritual butterfly honored stared curiously at the Little Song Shuhang: “Spiritual ghost? ”

“No way, ghosts aren't like that.” Sooko Yu blinked her eyes. She reached out for a sacrifice and a clear group of human spirit ghosts appeared in her hands. This is her spirit ghost, her face is only a blurred piece.

Song Shuhang himself is a fog: “I don't know, it wasn't like this before. ”

"Song Xiaoyu's ghost has mutated? ”

On the other hand, Bai Zhuang nodded and replied: “Once, when the book sailing companion was contracting the spirit ghost, a five-pint scattered repair flew over and hung on our side. Perhaps because of the spiritual influence of the five-pint dispersed monastery when it disappeared, the ghost of the Book Sailing Little Friend mutated. ”

Yoko Yu: “…”

Liu Jianyi: “…"

Spiritual Butterfly: “…”

A Wu Ping Ling Wang, flying corpse, died in front of Song Shuhang. And then, the spiritual ghost mutation? How much * * * * * * luck does it take?

“But the ghost mutated a long time ago. How does it suddenly look like me now?” Song Shuhang grabbed his bald head - when he grabbed it, he remembered that his hair was gone.

At the chest, 'Little Song Shuhang' similarly grabbed the little bald head... adorable.

“Flexible and cute.” Yoshiko Yu reached out curiously and grabbed ‘Little Book Sail' 's bald head and pinched it.

“Alas, Yoshiko Yu, don't push so hard, gently.” Song Shuhang shouted hastily. Yu Souzi pinched the spirit ghost's head, and he felt the same. It feels particularly strange to have your head pinched.

“Interesting, if only my ghost could mutate.” Yoshiko Yu hipped and laughed, poking again on the sparkling little head of Little Book Flight.

“Gently, gently.” Song Shuhang Lian called, ‘Song Shuhang Xiao's head is particularly sensitive. Even though Yu Souzi's power is small, it still makes him feel like his head hurts.

The White Goddess thought, "Looks like it's because the synchronization between you and the Spirit Ghost has been completed, and it's changed. ”

Song Shuhang and Ling Ghost have also completed their contract for some time.

It's almost time to do the synchronization.

“Finish syncing? Well, in that case, I do feel that the connection with the spiritual ghost is no longer broken.” Song Shuhang Xinxi said.

That is, from now on, the spiritual ghost will continue to quench his true qi, even as he rests. Fully automatic plug-in refiner, worth owning.

“But how did it suddenly come out of me?” Song Shu Hangdao.

When he asked, a thought came from the spirit ghost.

Sword Techniques Scroll!

This is why the spiritual ghost had to independently drill out of Song Shuhang's body.

“Oh, I see.” Song Shuhang nodded. "Senior Bai, those four scrolls haven't been blown up, can I see them? ”

The White Honourable reaches out and the puppet fragments from the explosion are swept aside by the Honourable.

He then unfolded the four volumes and laid them out in sequence.

……

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On the huge scroll, he painted all the positions of Dao Li Tianpu.

“Hey, Senior Song. Isn't that the ring on Long Li Tianxu's finger?” Sooko Yu's eyes suddenly saw the same ring on Song Shu's sailor as the bronze ring on this long hand on the painting roll.

“Mmm.” said Song Shuhang with emotion. “The ring on my hand is Dao Li Tianpu. Besides, this Taoist was the senior who flew a thousand miles when I contracted the spirit ghost, and hung the body next to me and the white honored one. ”

Yoko Yu: "…” What a coincidence!

Liu Jian secretly said: [The legend of ‘Fortunate White Senior’ is really so powerful?]

“Everything is ready, let me see what secrets are hidden in this volume.” Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes hard and stared at the picture roll.

His chest, Song Shuhang similarly rubbed his eyes and stared at the scroll.

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One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Song Shuhang felt his eyes were a little bitter: “Strange, is there a problem with the drawing roll? ”

Spirit ghosts in the chest are equally confused. In the truly ‘dream', the feeling of spiritual ghosts drilling out of their hearts and minds does not appear?

“Hee-hee, I can see that.” At this time, Yoshiko Yuba laughed.

“What?” Song Shuhang turned his head.

“The" Sword Tips "hidden in this scroll is so simple, you can see it in a flash. It's an interesting swordsmanship!” Sooko Yu said, patting the butterfly sword between her waists gently.

The long sword came out of its sheath, and Soko feather grabbed the sword and began to carry out swordsmanship quickly.

Between the three breaths, Yoshiko Yu carried out 108 kinds of changes in swordsmanship, swordlight array, even beautiful.

Souzi Yu's sword is getting faster and brighter. Ultimately... the 108 swordsmanship changes eventually turned into a four-style sword technique. And in these four types of swords, each sword stabbed out, there were twenty-seven different kinds of changes, unpredictable and rapid.

Yoshiko Yu's swordsmanship is similar to that seen by Song Shuhang in "Chuchu Dreamland". It's just more subtle with Yoshiko Yu, removing some of the excess sword style.

Song Shuhang blinked bitterly - before he could use four Sword Techniques scrolls, he didn't see the effect coming from my comfort. Now it seems... it's definitely his enlightenment problem.

To be precise, it should be his enlightenment in ‘sword art' that is problematic!

After all, his talents in ‘boxing, daoism, body law' are shared by even the pharmacists' predecessors and the white dignitaries.

Am I really doomed not to be a swordsman in white? Is my talent for swordsmanship "natural negativity"?