The three-legged cauldron that had become so big that it could almost put a person in floated in the air, slowly turning, and ejected countless lights and shadows, colorful and bizarre, like thousands of threads of divine light, wandering through the nearby jungle, with the brilliance and beauty.

The air fluctuates like water, the fish and dragons are in a peaceful atmosphere, and then the light and shadow slowly dissipate and return to normal.

Even so, the vicissitudes and ancient aura released by this seemingly unpretentious green cauldron still made Shen Lang feel that it contained unparalleled powerful energy, like a turbulent starry sky in the universe, with terrifying fluctuations unpredictable...

The slowly rotating Qingding seemed to be conscious, and then stopped after turning the literal side in front of Shen Lang.

Shen Lang reached out to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth. When he looked closely, he saw three big words engraved on the small tripod: "Fengtian Ding"!

"'Fengtian'? What a domineering name."

Shen Lang circled around the small tripod, looked around again, but did not see the figure of the man in black again.

The people at Tayun Academy do not know much about Shen Lang. They only know that this is a young man who cannot practice and then gives up on himself, but they do not know that he has integrated two-life memories, quick-witted minds, and is different from ordinary people.

Especially later, I got another memory in my dream, which made it unconsciously change many indescribable changes.

In critical moments, when facing powerful forces, ordinary people will only have fear or the intention of escaping the way.

But he not only responded quickly, but also analyzed everything that happened in a flash.

Hongyu’s cemetery is relatively remote, at the foot of a cliff and rarely visited.

A strong man appeared inexplicably to attack him, which was a very strange thing.

"Lovers' Arrow" is a fifth-grade mysterious weapon that Hongyu spent decades to cultivate, and it is not an ordinary weapon or spiritual weapon.

Especially Hongyu is good at assassination, which is designed and used as a hidden weapon. It not only breaks all methods, but also has strange speed, strange routes and abilities to lock the target. It is impossible for ordinary strong people to avoid it easily if they cannot defend themselves.

But it was so easy for the man in black to dodge the lover's arrow.

It was so relaxed that he seemed to know that Shen Lang would throw out the lover's arrow, and he was also familiar with the flight trajectory of the lover's arrow!

Furthermore, this person's merits are as good as fortune, and he can fly out of thin air. At least he is a peerless strong man above Wang Wujing. If such a strong man wants to kill a rookie like Shen Lang, will he bully him and use two fingers to deal with him?

The way of waving your hand can make your lover's arrows fall into the sea like mud cows, and the method of letting the sword energy disappear without a trace is probably a simple wave of your hand can make Shen Lang disappear into ashes.

And the most important point is that when facing the enemy, Shen Lang kept staring at the other party’s eyes...

There was no murderous aura in those cold eyes!

"There is no murderous aura and a strange Guli. I tried it out. Such a strong man was in a mess... Sister Hongyu, you are still alive. This is the happiest thing I have encountered today!" Shen Lang murmured to the dark forest around him, regardless of whether anyone could hear him.

After a while, he lowered his head and tore open his clothes. At this time, the original small tripod mark on the right side of his chest was gone.

"All of a sudden, they told me that the little tripod on my chest was marked with the birth, but I never thought that it was such a magic weapon that was so amazing."

Shen Lang calmly glanced at the Fengtian Cauldron. He was able to judge what level of magic weapon this Fengtian Cauldron belonged to!

Ordinary weapons, spiritual weapons, mysterious weapons, etc.... none of them match this magic weapon. Could it be that this thing is beyond the immortal weapon?

This is a bit big...

Shen Lang smiled bitterly. He had such a powerful thing on his body. In a place like the Murong family, from birth to the beginning of escaping, no one noticed the abnormality of the mark on his chest for six years.

But now it was Hongyu who came out to remind him that he knew the existence of this small tripod.

While watching the Fengtianding desperately trying to penetrate the divine thoughts and contact them, Shen Lang used the purpose of the continuous analysis of Hongyu's practice.

"Dong!"

It seemed that someone knocked on the Fengtian Ding, and Shen Lang, who was sweating on his face, felt dizzy, and then there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

"I finally communicated. Although I was not in control, I could control it at least. There were circles of forks, so I wouldn't be such a big tripod to carry it home, right?" Shen Lang felt very happy after knowing that Hongyu was still alive, and pointed at the Fengtian Ding with a smile...

A wisp of light escaped into the Fengtian Cauldron. The Fengtian Cauldron quickly became smaller and flew back.

The light flashed slightly, the Fengtian Ding disappeared, and the small tripod mark on Shen Lang's right chest appeared again.

"Sister Hongyu, I don't know why you don't want to come out to see me, but this doesn't matter anymore. I'll be satisfied with knowing that you are still by my side. When my strength reaches that point, I will find you."

Shen Lang said loudly, and then he didn't stop, and walked back with big strides, humming a small song in his mouth.

When he came, he was in a hurry and his mood was very different. When he knew that Hongyu was still alive, a knot in his heart seemed to be untied. At this time, the sky was high and the sea was wide, and his mood was extremely happy.

When his figure sank into the forest in the distance, a man in black walked out slowly behind the big tree behind the cemetery, looked at the distance in a steady state, and then lifted the black cloth on his face, but who was the Hongyu who was pursuing the fortune teller?

...

When Shen Lang walked back to the dormitory of Tayun College, it was already late at night.

The room of the three people was empty. It seemed that Lin Feng and Su Hen were going to Tianfeng City with the spirit-gathering card.

Although he has obtained an extremely precious memory inheritance, the Holy Body of the Heavenly Matrix cannot be changed. Even if the memory is so powerful, he has not found a suitable method for the cultivation of the Holy Body of the Heavenly Matrix.

In ancient times, the physique that was said to be able to become a saint in the body has become a waste that everyone looks down upon, because the current power system does not have the route or technique for people with this physique to practice.

However, with such memories, Shen Lang naturally would not waste it. He would get more money first and refine a few portions of spiritual medicine.

The one he originally wanted to make was a potion for easy muscle cleaning, and the other was a potion for bodybuilding, which were all things that the strong men from all sides fought for.

However, any of these ingredients are almost all sky-high. Even if Shen Lang remembers that he is a nine-grade peak weapon refiner, a master of medicine, and a master...

Even though his soul strength is far greater than that of ordinary people now, his divine consciousness is still a little weaker, and it is not realistic to make huge wealth by refining weapons in a short period of time, so he can only settle for the second best and refine a few parts of the worse.

After scanning the empty room, Shen Lang went out to find a few branches and stones, and began to arrange the formation.

Originally, the arrangement of formations usually requires magic weapons or spirit stones with spiritual energy. Unfortunately, he didn't even have a single spirit stone on his body. He was so poor that he could only use stones to toss.

Martial arts in this world are the most important, and the common currency is gold and silver, and the spirit stone is above gold and silver.

Spirit stones are generally used for cultivation, and a low-level spirit stone can easily cost thousands of gold coins.

Shen Lang's monthly living expenses are only 100 gold coins, and there are 50 gold coins to be handed over to Xue Dingdang on time as protection fees.

There were two thousand gold coins in the ring he snatched from Shen Daofeng before, which was already a huge sum of money for him.

After everything was arranged, Shen Lang concentrated his spiritual thoughts on his chest and summoned the Fengtian Ding out.

"Buzz!"

The small tripod floated in his palm and slowly turned, and the quaint and vicissitudes of life came to his face.

"The divine thoughts cannot be penetrated at all. Summoning them is already my limit now. It is even more difficult to drive this Tianqiu Cauldron... What kind of magic weapon is this? Even the Emperor of War has never appeared in his memory, nor has he seen any strong man use it?"

"What does it mean for Sister Hongyu to point out this thing? If she had known the mark on my chest many years ago, why had she never told me about it? And when she died of serious injury ten years ago, she didn't say it... No! She couldn't pretend to be dead! Even if her breath could be faked when she was seriously injured, her eyes and feelings would not be faked! She was so unwilling to give me my future fate after her death, so she forced herself to hand over the 'Lovers' arrow' to me, and kept reminding me to forget everything and stay here to live a peaceful life..."

In the dark night, a light flashed in Shen Lang's eyes: "Can it be that Sister Hongyu's resurrection is related to this Tiandian Cauldron? When she disappeared, I fainted for a while before burying her. Could it be that what happened during this period?"

"Otherwise, even if this Tiancao tripod is a powerful treasure, I can't drive it at all, let alone use it, so why do you need to tell me the existence of this thing at this time?"

"When Sister Hongyu finally cut off her breath, it was the first day of the 1st month of the Star Calendar, and tomorrow was the first day of the 1st month of December. In the morning, I met the mysterious old fortune teller again. All this seemed a bit coincidental."

Even Hongyu never expected that she was recognized by Shen Lang just as soon as she appeared. Afterwards, she almost never made any other prompts. Shen Lang arranged all the questions one by one and then thought about them all the way, and found the final answer!

"Sister Hongyu's breath was cut off, and the time period when I fainted... it was Mao hour, which was from 5:00 to 7:00 in the morning. If it was not bad as I expected, something might happen to this Fengtian Ding during this time period."

Shen Lang calmly glanced at the Fengtian Ding and let it float in the air. He closed his eyes and began to sort out all the memories in his dream.

Most of those memories are fragmentary and incomplete, but just like this, it is also a priceless treasure.

Time passed slowly, and a ray of light shone in from the window, and Shen Lang opened his eyes at this time.

He just looked at the small Fengtian Ding quietly, his eyes not blinking.

The Fengtian Ding still has no abnormalities.

After half an hour passed, a sudden "buzz" sound was heard, and a green mist appeared out of nowhere around the small tripod, covering the small tripod.

The fog seemed to be bound by an invisible force, but it rolled up and down on the small tripod, but it just couldn't leave the small tripod.

Slowly, the mist gathered together in the hollow of the little mouth, turning into a drop of crystal clear green liquid the size of peanuts, slowly rolling on it.

A refreshing breath came out from the drop of liquid. Shen Lang, who had just taken a breath, suddenly felt like he was floating in the air. The injuries he suffered when he was dealing with Hongyu sneak attack on the mountain and using the taboo sword technique were healed much in an instant!

"There is such a thing that goes against the sky in the world! If I absorb this drop of green liquid, wouldn't my injury be cured immediately? Is it because of the mysterious green liquid in the sealed sky cauldron..."

Shen Lang suppressed the excitement and took a deep breath, slowly approached the small tripod, opened his mouth and sucked the drop of liquid in...

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