To warm up the magic weapon, it seems that my mother, I want to use the Feng Ling Sword as the main magic weapon to train.

"Ling'er, didn't you find a suitable one?" Fang Qingmei asked Fang Ling with concern after his Nascent Soul grabbed the Feng Ling Sword and sank into his body.

Fang Ling smiled and said, "It's not that satisfying, it's just that it's almost the same. I don't know which one is suitable."

Fang Qingmei is not a stupid person, especially after she advanced to the Nascent Soul, she understood even more how powerful Fang Ling was without fear of Fang Shengtian. Understand Fang Ling's meaning, she said to herself: "Look at these, are there anything you are looking for."

Although he thought the result might be similar, Fang Ling was still unwilling to refuse Fang Qingmei's kindness and walked to the jade rack where Fang Qingmei stood.

The ones placed here are also magic weapons. In terms of quality, the magic weapons here are not as good as those on the other side. Fang Ling took over his spiritual consciousness after a brief look.

Although he was not satisfied, he was still prepared to take a few items at will and enter the treasure mountain without any intention.

"Um!"

Just as Fang Ling was about to put away a fiery red Chixia Lou, he suddenly found that there was a dark stick object in the jade box where the Chixia Lou was stored.

Fang Ling's spiritual sense instantly enveloped the long stick, but as his mind enveloped the long stick, he could feel nothing except a cold murderous aura.

He took out the long stick and found that this thing should not be called a long stick. Instead, it should be called a spear.

It is a spear that is seven feet long and dark.

Holding the spear in his hand, Fang Ling felt that the spear was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

And in his heart, holding this gun gave him a strange feeling. This feeling was very strange, and he couldn't say it, but he felt extremely helpful.

If it must be described, it means that he has the urge to whistle to the sky.

This is definitely not an ordinary gun, but why did you feel that he is heavy except that you feel he is heavy?

For a moment, Fang Ling did not have the intention to select magic weapons, but instead carefully ripped up the spear.

At the beginning, Fang Ling just used his mind to sense the spear, but after he used several methods and gained nothing, Fang Ling began to activate his three-flavor real fire to calcin the spear.

According to Fang Ling's idea, if this spear is just an ordinary spear, then if you use the Sanwei True Fire yourself, you will definitely be able to burn the spear to transform.

Unfortunately, no matter how Fang Ling used Sanwei True Fire, the spear did not react at all.

It should even be said that the spear had no sign of burning heat at all.

This discovery made Fang Ling happy. Although he still did not judge the use of the spear, this spear must be a kind of treasure.

Finally, Fang Ling gritted his teeth, put away the three true fire, and released the golden spirit insects in his demon banner. These golden spirit insects can be said to swallow everything from the golden spirit. Facing the magic weapon flying sword, these golden spirit insects will also swallow them cleanly.

But this time, when Fang Ling urged these golden spirits to rush towards the spear, the group of golden spirits that had encountered golden crystals were like wolf-like encountering meat, but they flinched wildly.

These golden sperm are trembling.

They were fearing, these worms with very low intelligence were emitting an instinctive fear of the spear.

"Ling'er, time is coming soon. Have you chosen the good things? We're going out." Fang Qingmei walked towards Fang Ling and said in a deep voice.

Fang Ling was no longer interested in choosing other things at this time. He raised the spear in his hand and said, "Mother, I will choose this one."

Fang Qingmei looked at the spear without any magic weapon, and her brow frowned. But just as she was about to speak, the space around her frowned, and an invisible force directly sent the two people out of the treasure house.

Time is up!

At that time, the ancestors of the Fang clan forbidden this treasure house, and the time they stayed in this treasure house was at most half an hour.

"Qingmei, Fang Ling, what magic weapon did you get?" Fang Shengtian and the other two were still waiting outside for Fang Ling and the others. When they saw the two of them coming out, Fang Shengtian asked with a smile.

However, when he saw the black spear in Fang Ling's hand, he frowned and showed a trace of thought in his expression.

Fang Ling was becoming more and more interested in this strange spear. He stretched his spear towards Fang Shengtian and said, "Great Elder, I have been walking around the treasure house and I still have a good feeling for him, but I just don't know what the spear is useful?"

"Hehe, you've stumped me. To be honest, I really don't know the magical use of this spear."

"If I remember correctly, this spear has appeared in the treasure house since the ancestors of our Fang family clan established their clans. According to the records of the foundation laying in the clan, it seems that the ancestors got it from somewhere."

"Although when we got this thing, our ancestors thought it was not an ordinary thing, until now, this spear has been kept in the treasure house, and no one understands its magical use!"

How long has the Fang family existed? Not to mention Fang Ling, even Fang Shengtian didn't know. This spear has existed since then, which makes people almost no one to guess.

But over the years, the Fang family has not known many heroes, but they don’t know how to use this gun.

Then this spear is actually a piece of waste.

It's like you have the fastest car, but it doesn't have oil and can only be placed there as a decoration.

"Fang Ling, listen to me, you should put the spear back and choose a magic weapon again." Fang Shengtian glanced at the spear and persuaded Fang Ling in a deep voice.

If everything in the treasure house is useful to Fang Ling, maybe Fang Ling will listen to Fang Shengtian's advice.

But Fang Ling, who had almost explored the treasure house, found no one in the treasure house that was useful to him.

Although this spear does not understand its usage for the time being, once it can comprehend, it may bring you some surprises.

So Fang Ling pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "The elder is beautiful. Fang Ling is grateful, I want it."

Seeing Fang Ling's face was determined, Fang Shengtian did not persuade him anymore. He was afraid that he would persuade him too much, which would make Fang Ling too worried. After all, Fang Ling is not an ordinary person, and he must be careful about Fang Ling's affairs.

The mountain wind was howling. Fang Ling stood on a mountain not far from the Temple of Heaven Peak with a spear in his hand.

As the spear in his hand trembled, the gun shadows continued to hit the rocks with strong winds, leaving hundreds of pits of the same size in an instant.

If this scene falls into the eyes of practitioners below the seventh level of Qi training, they will definitely be shocked.

After all, even if you practice to the peak of the sixth level of Qi training, it is impossible to use one to this extent.

But... Fang Ling is the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, who is much stronger than the peak of the sixth level of Qi training. This kind of power is actually meaningless to him.

"go"

With a long shout, Fang Ling suddenly threw the spear out. Fang Ling's Haoran's true energy activated the spear, just like a shocking rainbow, and it hit another mountain thousands of feet away.

"boom"

With a shocking sound, the hundreds of feet of mountain peaks broke into pieces instantly, and rocks of different sizes flew around. Snakes, rats and beasts hidden in the peaks were even more desperate and running like a doomsday.

It is really a dream for ordinary people to break a hill with one shot, but as the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, Fang Ling is too easy to do this. He has at least a hundred ways to do this, and each method will not be as difficult as it is now.

It was just a struggle. In fact, Fang Ling's shot had already activated all his great aura. If he used this great aura on the Shangqing Tianlei Sword, he could easily flatten the mountain.

He waved at the black spear, and the spear flew into Fang Ling's hand again. From this point, the spear looked like a magic weapon, with Fang Ling's mind imprinting.

But in fact, this is a technique used by Fang Ling to use true energy. As for the black spear, Fang Ling has been unable to leave any divine thoughts inside.

The spear has no scars or any dull traces, just like the one that just now was not what he had stabbed.

After touching the spear, the gun body was cold. Fang Ling shook his head and put the spear into his small Qiankun bag.

Although he really wanted to find out the secret of the spear, it was a pity that the spear was reluctant to cooperate. He had devoted all his attention to the spear over the past ten days, but there was no way to do it.

"Word to the elder!" A woman with a picturesque face and light face came to Fang Ling with a graceful look and bowed to Fang Ling.

This woman is a genius who has risen in the Fang family in the past ten years. Although the bloodline in the test is not as perverted as Fang Qingmei, she also has an impressive result of seven feet and three feet.

I don’t know what Fang Shengtian was thinking, so he actually transferred her to her side to listen to it. Fang Qingmei also strongly supported this.

Fang Ling waved his hand and asked, "Where has my mother been?"

"Elder Qingmei said that Elder, you loved to eat plum blossom cake when you were a child. She went to Shenyuan City thousands of miles away to choose the ingredients for plum blossom cake for you." Although Fang Xiu'er was very serious on her face, she couldn't help but laugh.

Fang Ling couldn't see Fang Xiu'er's smile, but he had no choice but to do anything about it. In the past ten days, Fang Qingmei seemed to have to compensate for the less care he had given him over the years, and she had to try different ways to cook for him every day.

And they all liked to eat when I was a child.

In fact, neither Fang Ling nor Fang Qingmei had to eat anymore. But Fang Qingmei was happy, and Fang Ling's consciousness also liked this feeling very much.

As a last resort, Fang Ling only had Fang Qingmei to eat whatever he did, and he looked like he was feasting.

However, after eating for more than ten days, Fang Ling asked himself, and felt that he seemed to be very dependent and enjoyed the feeling of being pampered. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: Please support monthly tickets!
Chapter completed!