For one day, Nanfeng and Xuanfeng seemed to have endless things to say as if they were two relatives who had been separated for many years.

Especially Elder Xuanfeng, it is rare to meet a disciple in his sect who can listen carefully to him explain all the knowledge about magic weapons, but he feels a bit like meeting a soulmate.

In other words, most of the knowledge he talked about was basic knowledge, and there were detailed records in the jade slips about magic weapons within the sect. However, Nan Feng didn't have time to read this knowledge, so the two hit it off.

One talks endlessly, and the other listens with relish.

Until ten minutes late, Xuanfeng finally stopped explaining when he saw that it was getting late.

"I'm talking about my nephew, these things are my experiences over the years. If you are interested, you can come to the master's place often in the future, especially in refining weapons." Xuan Feng said with unsatisfactory thought. Looking at Nanfeng, he felt a sense of regret now, and felt that Nanfeng seemed to be following the wrong master.

"Thank you, my uncle, I just have to worry about you." In contrast, Nan Feng's expression seemed much more dull.

"What else is there to say, tell me."

"The disciple is dull in qualifications, and what the uncle said is difficult to understand for a while, so I beg my uncle to help him choose a handy magic weapon." Nan Feng said.

This requirement was actually made in the morning, but Xuan Feng talked nonsense for a day, but in the end he forgot about it. Nan Feng's main purpose was to get a handy magic weapon, so he hurriedly reminded him.

"This...this is true." Xuan Feng was also a little embarrassed, and he fooled it casually, and then walked to the place where various magic weapons were placed, saying, "I wonder what kind of magic weapons my nephew wants?"

After listening to the introduction of magic weapons for a day, Nanfeng certainly had a general choice in his mind: "The disciples are very powerful, and they can do whatever magic weapons are. However, last time the disciples of the sect entered the school, they were lucky enough to get the first place and had already obtained a defensive magic weapon. Therefore, I beg my uncle to give him an aggressive magic weapon."

"Oh, do you get a black cloud shirt or a red sun sword?" Xuan Feng immediately turned around and asked.

"It should be a black cloud shirt. I heard from Senior Brother Zou Yun that it is a medium-grade defensive magic weapon." Although Nan Feng didn't know the name of the jacket, he seemed to be able to match the number after Xuan Feng said this.

"That's right. The two magic weapons that the sect prizes were taken by the head of me. Since that's the case, then Master will give you another medium-grade offensive magic weapon." After this day's conversation, Xuan Feng did like this nephew who seemed to be "obsessed with" refining weapons.

He was completely misunderstood. In his opinion, those who can listen to him talk about these boring knowledge all day must have a preference for refining weapons. But in fact, the reason why Nanfeng was able to do this was entirely because of his previous life experience. As a killer, patience is the least lacking. Not to mention a day, even for a week, Nanfeng could persist, and there would never be a hint of impatient feeling on his face.

"Disciple Nan Feng, thank you uncle." Unexpectedly, he would have such a reward in the end. He remembered that Xuan Feng's intention was to ask him to pick a low-grade magic weapon at random.

If other disciples in the sect learned about this news, especially Xuan Feng's personal disciples, they would definitely feel very regretful. If they had known this, they would have obtained a medium-grade magic weapon. Even if they had let them listen to their nagging for a month, they would not be annoyed.

"I don't have many middle-grade magic weapons here. You can wait here and the uncle will come." After saying that, Xuan Feng turned around and left. It seemed that the middle-grade magic weapons were stored in another place.

In less than a stick of incense, Xuanfeng had returned. He walked to a case and opened the storage bag on his waist. In a blink of an eye, three magic weapons appeared on the case.

The biggest difference between medium-grade magic weapons and low-grade magic weapons is the light on the outside. Low-grade magic weapons look very dazzling, but medium-grade magic weapons appear much more dull.

The three magic weapons look different. Two of them can be seen at a glance, namely a long sword and a half-moon scimitar, but the other one looks very special, and it is a cylinder.

"These three magic weapons are all aggressive, so I won't talk about those two things. As for this, the name is the Soul-Breaking Needle. It was originally a magic weapon of the Demonic Way. Although it looks ordinary, it is very powerful." Seeing Nan Feng's doubts, Xuan Feng began to explain.

"Soul-breaking needle?" Nan Feng looked at the magic weapon carefully. He was unable to associate it with the needle. The material of the cylinder was obviously a piece of jade, and the two ends were flat, with a diameter of three or four centimeters and a length of about twenty centimeters.

"This is just a container. The real soul-breaking needle is stored in it. Get up and let the uncle give you a demonstration."

The demonstration method is very simple. I saw Xuanfeng injecting magic power, and the cylinder immediately changed. At first, there was still a ray of light, but when Xuanfeng said the word "go" in his mouth, the light instantly dissipated and turned into countless small light spots, shooting directly towards the case in front, and then returned to Xuanfeng's hand.

This series of events was just a blink of an eye. If Nan Feng had not been highly focused and the nerve reaction speed that was far beyond ordinary people, he would not even be able to see clearly.

However, this did not affect Nanfeng's judgment on the power of this magic weapon. At least the situation in the case in front of him was enough to shock him.

The log chopping board, which was originally more than ten centimeters thick, was now full of holes, and hundreds of tiny holes were arranged densely.

"How about Nephew Nanfeng? There are 360 ​​soul-breaking needles in this cylinder. After you reach the mid-stage foundation building, you can completely refine them. Not only can you release them, but you can also control the direction of these 360 ​​soul-breaking needles at will. The magic weapon of the Demon Sect is vicious and vicious. Therefore, we ordinary people in the right path disdain to use this magic weapon." Xuan Feng seemed very satisfied with Nanfeng's expression and said with a smile.

"Since it is a magic weapon of the Demon Sect, why does the Master still take it out? However, in the eyes of the disciples, this magic weapon is just a tool. As for whether it is vicious and cruel, it depends on who is using it." Nan Feng is not a fool. Since the other party has already taken it to him, it means that Nan Feng can choose it. What I just said can only be regarded as a warning, it is nothing more than not let Nan Feng rely on this magic weapon to hurt people wantonly.

Sure enough, after hearing Nan Feng's words, Xuan Feng nodded and smiled, "Well, the so-called two paths of righteousness and demons are nothing more than different practice techniques and differences in world practice methods. What does it have to do with magic weapons? Otherwise, the weapon refining sect would not have become one of the three neutral sects. Since my nephew has understood this principle, I will not say more, you can choose it yourself."
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