A disciple at the bottom of a small sect in the cultivation realm, a girl with an unusually obsessive attachment to spars, and a strange monk known as Lin Daxian. "Ah, this magic weapon of Brother Dao shines brightly, and it is extremely extraordinary at first glance, what? It's the ultimate spiritual weapon! The little sister admires and admires. " "Ah! The old tree root in the hands of this old man is the magic weapon of the Jindan period refined from thousands of years of sycamore wood, and he has been admired for a long time! " "Master, I don't know if you want to sell the staff in your hand? There is just a lack of a treasure to ward off evil in the younger generation's house...... What, this is your natal weapon? That's a shame. " "You ask me about my magic weapon?" Lin slowly puffed up his chest, cleared his throat, and pointed to the treasure light outside the door with a shy face, so that everyone could hardly open their eyes, like a small sun, armed to every hair, the big green cow said; "This is the younger generation's housekeeper Xiao Qingniu, because this set of ancient artifacts is too vulgar, so I generally don't let Dumb enter the door." After watching everyone leave a place of saliva, Lin slowly turned around and left ...... with satisfaction. Sincerely, absolutely not,.