I don't know how long later, Gongliang opened his eyes, and saw a ray of sunset shining through the cracks in the cave.

Neicha Dantian, the true qi has recovered, and the injuries suffered from the strong practice of the Xuanyuan halberd move have also recovered.

After entering the mortal realm, he thought that he was already very good, but now it seems that he is just a little grasshopper, and even other people's moves are nothing more than comparisons, which is really sad.

The picture from the Xuanyuan halberd yesterday actually describes its origin, and the moves in the drill are just piggybacking.

In ancient times, the innate gods and demon clans were the overlords of heaven and earth, and the human race was only a small tribe and very weak. However, the majestic man who refined the Xuanyuan halberd led the human race to kill a piece of heaven and earth in the land boundary of the demon clan with his own strength.

It's a pity that in the end, he was not allowed by the demon clan, and was killed by the demons, and the Xuanyuan halberd escaped on his own, and finally fell into the abandoned Longting Water Mansion.

The reason why the Martial Halberd King sealed the Beast Soul in the Xuanyuan Halberd was because he wanted to make it a halberd spirit.

An artifact, if there is no spirit, is a dead thing, and only with the spirit can it be advanced again.

Whether it is the Great Wilderness Divine Soldier or the Eastern Earth Artifact, it is very difficult to produce the Instrument Spirit, and the so-called Spiritual Weapon only has a little spirituality, and only the high-grade Divine Weapon and the Magic Weapon Dao Weapon will produce the Instrument Soul, that is, the Instrument Spirit.

At that stage, it is all an existence against the sky, and it is just a common thing for a thing to break through the sea and shatter mountains and rivers.

Gongliang checked his body, only to remember that Miya and Yuanpian were still in the space.

It's okay to be round, this fool is happy to eat, sleep, sleep and eat in it.

The little guy can't do it, I haven't let her out for so long, I guess I'm going to be unhappy again.

Sure enough, as soon as the little guy came out, he pouted and complained very unhappily: "Baba, why do you always put the puppet in it! The puppet is so powerful, you can help Baba do a lot of things, unlike Tumbling, you will eat all day and will not do anything." ”

For the slander of the little guy, Yuan Rolling has become accustomed to it, and he is too lazy to pay attention to the little guy.

Seeing that she was angry, Gongliang hurriedly took out the Xuanyuan halberd and said, "I didn't let you come out because of something yesterday." Look, this is a treasure that Round Rolling has found, isn't it amazing?"

After speaking, he swung his Xuanyuan halberd and slashed at a stone next to him, and the stone was immediately split in two.

"That's amazing!"

The little guy opened his mouth in surprise, and took out the small gourd hammer from the pouch, and said majestically: "Baba, you use the halberd to cut the puppet's small hammer and hammer, and see who is powerful." ”

Gongliang was afraid of hurting her, so he quickly put away the Xuanyuan halberd, "This thing is very sharp, and the little hammer is not an opponent." ”

When the little guy heard Baba's words, he threw away her favorite little hammer, and said with a squeak: "The little hammer can't beat Baba's halberd, even if you don't want it." ”

Gongliang hurriedly picked up the little gourd hammer, hugged her and comforted her with kind words, and promised to build her a pair of very, very powerful gourd hammers in the future, and the little guy was happy again.

Mi Gu hugged Baba's neck and proudly showed off: "Baba, I have learned to beat the drum occasionally, so powerful, so powerful." ”

Ever since he was injured in a battle with the Black Lotus Holy Sect's Lifeless Ancestor, Tiangu had fallen into a deep sleep.

Now barely regaining a little strength, he sent a message to Yoneya last night, which was about how to beat the drums. The little guy is very clever and learns it in one night, so he will take it out and put it on display with Baba at this moment.

"Knock knock... Knock knock... Knock knock..."

The little one danced in the hole to the rhythm of the drum while beating the drum.

The cute appearance of pink and tender, fleshy and tender, makes people's hearts melt.

Yuan Rolling watched it on the side for a while, and with the rhythm of the drum, he twisted the panda's little fat buttocks.

Gongliang feels really spicy eyes, you say that if a Persian dancer with a graceful figure twists her graceful waist, it can be regarded as pleasing to the eye, and it looks comfortable, which can be called a "light green waist dance" and "fluttering like an orchid and a green jade, graceful like a swimming dragon." ”

But what is it?

The round and round little fat buttocks twisted, and it didn't seem to be enjoyable, so he stood up, dancing with two small short hands, and the fat on his chest also trembled and trembled.

Is this the legendary milk shake dance?

It's really spicy eyes, and Gongliang feels like he's about to faint.

Xiao Xiangxiang stood on her round shoulders, and also twisted her little buttocks, and a pink fluffy tail swayed, like a bewitching girl wearing a bird's tail costume and shaking her ass, which was very funny.

Gongliang shook his head again and again, this little thing was crooked.

He stayed in the cave for one night, and early that morning, he sat with Mi Gu and Yuanpiao and went to Cangwu County.

Mi Gu has just learned to beat the drums, and she is on the rise, and she wants to show off her strength all the time. Even if he was sitting in the arms of the baba, he picked up the drum and beat it rhythmically.

Don't say it, the little guy knocks quite nicely.

Gongliang had always been curious about how this stone-like heavenly drum made a sound, so he specially asked Migu to come over and knock on it.

It's a pity that the heavenly drum came into his hand, and I don't know what's going on, and it can't be beaten. But as soon as Miya took it, he was able to knock it out again.

It seems that this thing only recognizes the little guy, and it is useless for anyone to knock it.

Round Roll was lying next to Gongliang, and when he heard the sound of Mi Gu's drumming, he didn't feel itchy, so he took out the copper cymbals that Gongliang bought for him from the storage bag and knocked them hard.

Gongliang hugged Mi Gu and listened to her beat the drum with his eyes closed, when suddenly a piercing sound rang in his ears, making his ears buzz. When I opened my eyes, I saw the round guy holding the copper cymbals and knocking excitedly.

At this time, his dead heart was gone.

It shouldn't have been bought in the first place, so it wouldn't have been able to make noise from time to time.

The chick was also startled by the sound of the cymbals, turned his head to look, and continued to fly forward.

The round rolled knocked on it, but before it was enjoyable, it was beaten hard again. The sound of cymbals and bursts of screeching sounds came out, which frightened the chick slightly, and its body fell down. Thankfully, it adjusted in time and recovered immediately.

Even a momentary fall is terrifying.

Yuan Rolling was so frightened that he hugged Gongliang with his hands and feet, for fear of falling down and falling into panda meat sauce.

"Chicken, fly better, don't fall. Round Roll yelled at the chick.

"Got it. Chick chirped in response.

After a while, when the round ball saw that the chick was flying normally, he let go of his hands and feet that were hugging Gongliang, picked up the copper cymbals, and beat them again.

Gongliang hurriedly stopped: "Don't knock again, it's noisy." ”

When Yuan Rolling heard his words, he shouted unhappily: "You are making a noise, why can't I knock it?"

"Do you think you knock on her as nice?" Gongliang glanced at it.

When Mi Gu heard what Baba said, he stared at the round circle, if what it said was a little wrong, it was estimated that the little guy would immediately settle accounts with it.

I don't dare to say that the copper cymbals I knocked are better than the rice valley, otherwise the end will be very sad. It is also the master who can stretch and bend, and immediately put away the cymbals and lay down on the ground to rest. However, he still muttered unwillingly: "I'm not bad at rounding." ”

Without this foolish thing, the journey was finally a lot quieter.