"Master Dao, the Seven-Star Sword in this formation."

For fear that they would be kicked out together, the ghosts translated the words of the hanged ghosts in a verbal way.

Seven-star sword?

The Seven-Star Sword is the most treasure of the Taoist sect. Yan Tao has searched in her world many times before giving up after failing to do so. Unexpectedly, he met here by chance.

"Is it true?"

The ghosts nodded wildly, "Master Dao is true, we don't dare to get close."

Longquan was powerful and domineering. They were curious and wanted to come over, but they were all injured by the pure Yang Qi of Longquan Sword, and later they did not dare to get close.

The ghosts pulled a small, chubby ghost out to show Yan Tao. The ghost only had the left arm and the right one was empty.

"Master Dao, look, this is the Seven-Star Sword. A sword energy came out, but Xiaopang didn't avoid it, and he almost lost his soul."

The little fat ghost was afraid of Yan Tao, so he pulled the ghosts tightly and did not dare to step forward. Yan Tao raised his eyebrows and hooked the simple white fingers at him, "Come on, come here."

Wow!

This person is so terrible!

The fat ghost walked towards Yan Tao with a sad face and reluctantly, with his expression and big eyes wailing, as if he would burst into tears at any time.

He held his belly and squatted to Yan Tao's feet, and said in a thin voice as thin as a mosquito and flies, "Dao, Master Dao, please kick it gently..."

It's quite heavy, and it will definitely hurt when it hits the ground.

Yan Tao pulled the corner of her mouth. Does she look cruel?

The cruelty that even kids kick?

He kicked the little fat ghost, Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes raised a clear curve and told him to stretch out his arms.

"No, no!"

The fat little ghost was really crying now, wiping tears in a collapse, shrank and stretching out one arm, while the other one was empty and nothing. "I don't want to become a disabled person without arms. I also want to eat cake, candied haws, and eat..."

Xiaoqi appeared speechlessly: This little devil has eaten a lot.

A little golden light appeared on Yan Tao Subai's fingertips. She lowered her eyes and glanced at her. She swung her fingers, and the golden light turned black. Her thumb gently flicked at the black light. Suddenly, the yin energy surged wildly, and all rushed into the right shoulder of the fat ghost who lost his arm.

In a moment, he gave birth to a fleshy arm again.

White and fat, like lotus root.

The fat ghost looked at the lost arm in shock, with tears still hanging on his face. He burped and thanked Yan Tao, "Thank you, Master Dao~"

"I have a requirement to help you."

Yan Tao's cold eyes fell on the hanged ghost who had crawled back, "This formation is so annoying. Go and drive all the rats from the mountain here, dig holes, and when will you dig out the dragon spring? When will you leave?"

Ghosts...???!

I was shocked when I heard this.

excuse                 ?!

Master Dao, aren't you kidding?

They have lived in this mountain for more than a day or two, and there are many people who want to break the formation.

Yan Tao is definitely the first one who wants to dig a hole with a mouse.

Hanging ghost: "Why am I going?"

Yan Tao smiled: "Or don't you want me to go?"

The hanged ghost shook: "Where can you dare to trouble Master Dao? Let the little ghost go. I love to work, and I am the best at driving rats."

Yan Tao leaned against the tree, his eyes swept across the ghosts, "Where are you?"

"We love to do it too! I love it very much!"

The ghosts raised their hands together, "Make sure you can do the things cleanly!"

Young Master Yan's beautiful eyebrows stretched out, with a gentle smile on his face, and nodded, "That's good, go and do it now."
Chapter completed!