Zhang Fengjiu returned to the family and floated slowly in the sky.

He saw some of the clansmen walking on the path below, looking relaxed, greeting each other.

There was a peaceful atmosphere throughout the family.

"Uncle, why hasn't Daddy come back yet?"

A childish voice sounded, with a hint of doubt.

I saw a child with braided hair raise his head and tug at the sleeve of a young man next to him.

The young man squatted down, touched his little head, and said with a smile: "Good, your father went to follow the head of the family to fight against the beast tide." ”

"Will it be ......?"

The child said worriedly, "Is it dangerous?"

"Haha, how is it possible? This time, even our ancestor has gone over to ensure that everyone who comes back is fine. ”

The young man said confidently.

"Then I'm relieved. ”

The children were smiling and running to play.

"This kid. The young man looked at the small figure and smiled.

"Hey, it's a pity, I was injured before, and I can't follow it, otherwise I'll have to kill it!"

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sorry.

After all, this time there is an ancestor in charge, and it is a blessing to be able to witness the ancestor's heavenly and human posture with his own eyes.

Zhang Fengjiu happened to pass by here, so he clicked on this person's information casually and looked at it.

[Name: Zhang Yiyu]

[Parents: Zhang Jisheng, Yan Xiaoman]

[Age: 25]

【Condition:Good】

[Realm: Nine Layers of Qi Training]

【Talent: Spiritual Root (Wood)】

【Cultivation Exercises...... Spell...... Magic Weapon ......】

"There is only one spiritual root, it's a little shabby......"

Zhang Fengjiu rubbed his chin and looked at it.

He opened the interface of his system, looked at the value of four thousand and sixty points on the incense value column, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile of the old ancestor.

"Forget it, just let the ancestor reward you in a good mood, and you can make a good contribution to the family in the future. ”

Zhang Fengjiu said with a smile.

He clicked and consumed eighty incense points, exchanged for a [Two-Star-Spirit Root Ascension], and dragged it towards his own people.

The clansman named Zhang Yiyu suddenly noticed that there was something strange about his body.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Yuyi scratched his head and put one hand on his waist.

[Name: Zhang Yiyu]

[Parents: Zhang Jisheng, Yan Xiaoman]

[Age: 25]

【Condition:Good】

[Realm: Nine Layers of Qi Training]

【Talent: Spirit Root (Wood Water)】

【Cultivation Exercises...... Spell...... Magic Weapon ......】

Zhang Fengjiu took a look at the extra spiritual roots and nodded, "Don't thank me, grandson." ”

"Anyway, it shouldn't be that I was too tired with that woman last night. ”

A suspicious word came out of his mouth, and I saw Zhang Yiyu twist his waist, as if he was remembering something.

Hearing this, Zhang Fengjiu felt that his face immediately darkened, "This stinky boy, is it too late for me to take it back now?"

Then, he shook his head and took control of his figure and walked away from the other.

I'm afraid I'll have to stay in the cave for a while this time, so I'll have to take a good look at the family's situation.

And Zhang Yiyu was still twisting his waist in confusion, and muttered: "It shouldn't be, I think I'm pretty good......"

In the Scripture Pavilion, some teenagers were looking at the piles of jade slips, their faces full of excitement.

From time to time, they walked up and down, talking to each other.

After all, learning spells and exercises with good power is very important for future cultivation and development.

Zhang Fengjiu looked back and forth, and his eyes showed satisfaction.

Came to the refining room and penetrated without hindrance

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Fengjiu, who was an ancestor, was curious.

He saw a young man with black hair scattered over his shoulders, skillfully manipulating the refining materials, his cheeks still dripping with sweat.

The lips are red and the teeth are white, and a pair of clear eyes are full of determination.

"Gather!"

The boy's hands shook, and the mixed materials in front of him were condensed into shape.

Immediately afterward, he cast a spell to make it more nourished by the aura, and then continued to immerse his mind.

The young man controlled this refining formation smoothly, without a trace of panic.

Zhang Fengjiu leaned over, took a closer look at the technique, and said in surprise: "Yes, it's very talented." ”

He didn't expect that he would unintentionally find a clansman with a talent for refining weapons here!

"Kid, let the ancestor see your message. ”

Zhang Fengjiu looked at it with interest

[Name: Zhang Yao]

[Parents: Zhang Rongshan, Qu Xiaoling]

[Age: 13]

【Condition:Good】

[Realm: Three Layers of Qi Training]

【Talent: Spiritual Root (Fire Gold)】

【Cultivation Exercises...... Spell...... Magic Weapon ......】

"Not bad, not bad, really good!"

Zhang Fengjiu finished laughing and clapped his hands on the side.

At a young age, the realm is acceptable, and he also has two attributes of spiritual roots, and more importantly, this refining technique has a unique opinion!

Absolute genius!

Aha......

Zhang Fengjiu was very happy in his heart.

At this moment, the young man named Zhang Yao puffed up the mana of his whole body and gathered it to the tips of his fingers, finely gathering the magic weapon again.

Call......

A bright flame emerged, enveloping the magic weapon in front of him.

Zhang Yao's pupils reflected the firelight, and his little face showed perseverance!

After a few breaths, Zhang Yao put away his mana, and his body shook a little.

He barely steadied himself, lifting his sleeve robe to wipe the sweat from his cheeks.

Zhang Fengjiu carefully stared at the magic weapon after the flame disappeared, and only felt that his heart jumped suddenly!

"This ......"

He said excitedly: "This is actually a second-grade beginner magic weapon!"

Oh, my God!

A magic weapon of this grade is very popular in the outside cultivation market.

Ordinary casual cultivation, but it is difficult to buy a second-grade magic weapon, even if it is a second-grade beginner, it is regarded as a treasure.

On the one hand, it is forced by the economy, and on the other hand, there is a shortage of goods.

The second-grade level magic weapon is still generally a necessary killing weapon for foundation building realm monks, and most of them are existences that accompany them for a lifetime.

After all, the major forces will have a certain amount of control over this aspect, and the same is true for the imperial court that rules the world.

When it comes to the third grade, there are basically very few, and it is difficult to mix with casual cultivation to this point.

But now that there is such a young man, he can refine such a second-grade beginner magic weapon at a young age.

It's hard to imagine how talented he is and how perceptive he is.

Zhang Yao looked at the slightly scratched flying sword in front of him and pouted, "Hey, there are still flaws." ”

After saying that, he held the flying sword suspended on the formation in his hand and threw it aside.

With a bang, this freshly baked second-grade beginner-rank flying sword was discarded like this.

This scene made Zhang Fengjiu's eyelids jump.

"Good boy, tempered, I like it. ”

He gave a thumbs up and complimented.

It's just that Zhang Fengjiu, who is the spirit of the ancestors, before he used the sound transmission icon, what he said was equivalent to talking to himself.

Zhang Yao sighed, "Why are there still flaws, am I really that bad......"

Look, look.

This is the tone of a typical child.

Mad!

If some monks who are struggling to refine the way of the instrument hear it, it is estimated that they will be so angry that they will be depressed for the rest of their lives.

He crouched down, his hands on his cheeks, his clear eyes shining.

"Young man, don't panic, let Ancestor and I help you. ”

Zhang Fengjiu said he.

Sure enough, he consumed seventy incense points and exchanged them for a [One-Star-Alchemy Enhancement], which was applied to Zhang Yao.

The next moment, Zhang Yao, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly realized that there were a lot of things in his mind.

This surprised him, and Huo Ran stood up.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yao said in a daze.

"Young man, slowly realize it yourself, in the future, the family's refining weapon will have to rely on you to take the lead. ”

Zhang Fengjiu's face showed a relieved smile of an old ancestor.

Then he put his hands behind his back and flew out of the house.

"I see, it is, it is!"

Zhang Yao said suddenly.

His little face was filled with excitement, and his hands trembled.

is giving him a chance, not to mention refining a perfect second-grade beginner-level magic weapon, even if it is a second-grade high-level, he can!

At a young age, he is already a well-deserved refiner!

When I came to the Alchemy Pavilion, I saw that there was no one inside.

Zhang Fengjiu thought of something and flew towards the flower garden.

Sure enough, his baby daughter and wife were sitting on a swing dotted with flowers, talking and laughing.

"Mother, look at that ice heart flower, it blooms so beautifully. ”

Zhang Xiaolian smiled.

When I looked at the gesture, I saw the ice-blue flower, swaying in the wind.

"Hmm"

Lin Yanruo nodded, with a smile in her eyebrows.

"I wish this had been like this. ”

Zhang Fengjiu said softly.

He then headed for his destination.

In the lush mountain forest, a group of children are playing.

"Lalala, come after us!"

A few of the children ran as fast as they could, turning back and sticking out their tongues from time to time.

"Uh! You bastards of the Taixu Sect, don't want to escape!"

In the back, a naughty child picked up the twigs and followed the companions in front of him as if he were chasing them for thousands of miles.

Several children stood in a battle position.

"The Zhang family, it's impossible to win us!"

A tiger-headed boy raised his fist and said loudly.

I saw the child holding the small twig and scratched a few times in a manner, "It's ridiculous! You group of monks from the Taixu Sect, don't say much, take it!"

He stabbed out of thin air with a small twig in his hand, and there was a gurgling sound in his mouth.

"Ahhh......h

Several children fell down in unison, screaming.

"Don't dare, don't dare, the Zhang clan in Anyang County is really powerful, we don't dare anymore. ”

The tiger-headed boy said in his mouth.

"Hahaha, if I dare to step into Anyang County again in the future, don't blame me for stepping through the mountain gate in the future!"

The child, holding the branch in his hand, raised his chin and said loudly.

His words are full of endless pride.

"Okay, okay, this time for me. ”

Soon, the little boy who was the most cooperative, got up from the ground and ran over excitedly.

Then the children continued to play happily.

Zhang Fengjiu looked at this scene and said with a dumb smile: "The descendants of my Zhang family are different. ”

Suddenly he thought of something, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"From now on, offense and defense have changed. ”

Zhang Fengjiu said coldly.

For this sect that has been inherited for thousands of years, he is bound to take revenge and destroy it!

But for now, you have to save up a time limit to go out.

Zhang Fengjiu floated again and came to the cave he was carrying.

Looking at the miserable white bones in the center of this spacious room, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's really sour." ”