Just as Shen Hanfeng thought, Fu Yong was obsessed with refining weapons, and sure enough, after the big competition was over, he hurried to find Zhuo Junchen.

Shen Hanfeng said: "It's just right, since Uncle Shi wants to study immortal weapons, Ah Chen, you will follow your Uncle Ancestor first, just to trouble Uncle Shi to take good care of it." Seeing that Shen Hanfeng agreed so quickly, Fu Yong naturally smiled, and pulled Zhuo Junchen back to his room, his eyes were full of excitement. Zhuo Junchen glanced at Shizun before leaving, and Shen Hanfeng nodded at him.

Fu Yong's heart is pure, although he is very curious about immortal weapons, but he will definitely protect Jun Chen, so that when he sends Huo Mei'er away, he can also greatly ensure Jun Chen's safety.

When Shen Hanfeng arrived in Huo Meier's room, Huo Meier sat at the table and did nothing to trim her nails. Shen Hanfeng carefully checked the formation he had left behind, and the spiritual power on it had already thinned out a lot.

Huo Mei'er said lazily: "You are only away for two hours, and there will be no less than four people who come to tempt." Sure enough, I can't stay here any longer. ”

Shen Hanfeng glanced at her and said, "When the sky gets dark, I'll take you away." Huo Mei'er was silent, and boasted about her fingertips, the color of the silver ring on her ten fingers was much darker, and due to the loss of blood and qi, the immortal weapon connected to the master's blood became dull.

At night, everything is silent, and only the sound of the mountain forest and the slight rippling water waves can be heard. Shen Hanfeng didn't wait too late, the sooner Huo Mei'er was sent away, he could have one less thing to worry about, and besides, the second half of the night was the time for those little thieves to go out.

Fu Yong's room was similar in layout to Shen Hanfeng's wing, and Zhuo Junchen only felt that as soon as he entered the door with Fu Yong, he was stared at by Jiang Wuxin's eyes.

Fu Yong didn't realize it at all, and after closing the door, he urged with a anxious look: "Nephew and nephew, you quickly take out this immortal weapon and show it to me." ”

Zhuo Junchen nodded, Shen Hanfeng had already discussed with him, and if he wanted to get Fuyong's protection, he could only use the immortal weapon as a bargaining chip. With a flip of his palm, the long whips were coiled together, held by Zhuo Junchen with one hand, and handed to Fuyong.

Fu Yong stretched out his hand to pick it up, his eyes were full of indescribable brightness, and his hands even trembled a little. Carefully touching the whip body, Fu Yong carried the long whip into the inner room, and said to Jiang Wuxin casually: "I'll think about it first, Wuxin, you accompany your nephew to relieve your boredom, but don't go far, maybe I have something to ask him later." ”

Jiang Wuxin's face was not very good-looking, and he said with a stiff face: "Got it." ”

Fu Yong didn't care at all, and went in happily, leaving only Zhuo Junchen and Jiang Wuxin with big eyes and small eyes.

Jiang Wuxin and Zhuo Junchen were speechless, Jiang Wuxin thought that he was also his uncle, so he couldn't just be silent, so he took the initiative to ask, "What about Senior Brother Shen?" ”

But he didn't want to, he chose an extremely bad beginning, Zhuo Junchen was originally just expressionless, but at this time, it was a little colder, and the cold momentum on his body was obviously the true inheritance of his master.

Jiang Wuxin knew that he had chosen the wrong word, so he turned to say, "Senior Brother Zhuo shouldn't have eaten yet, do you want to go to the dining hall with me now?" ”

This time Zhuo Junchen hesitated, Jiang Wuxin saw his expression, and had a plan in his heart, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's it, it's not convenient for you to appear in front of the senior brothers now, so stay here, and I'll bring you some food back by the way." ”

Zhuo Junchen nodded and said, "Thank you, uncle." ”

Jiang Wuxin shook his head to show that it was okay, pointed to the sleeping couch outside and said, "If you have nothing to do, you will cultivate for a while first, and when my master studies a reason, I am afraid that I will get midnight; Or take a nap, there is a formation arrangement of the master here, and others can't get in.

After the instructions, Jiang Wuxin went out, and Zhuo Junchen thought that he really had nothing to do, so he went to the couch to practice. He remembered that Jiang Wuxin had his own wing, but the bedding on this couch was all available, and it seemed that he should also sleep here. The sleeping couch was not wide, so Zhuo Junchen pushed the quilt that occupied half of the bed inside, trying to make room for himself, but he accidentally touched a hard object.

Slightly puzzled, I opened a corner, only to see a long red rope as thick as a little finger pressed under the quilt, I don't know what the texture is, the tentacles are flexible, not rough. As for what he had just touched, it was a book with a blue cover, with no words on it, and he didn't know what was written.

Zhuo Junchen frowned, put the two things aside, and planned to wait for Jiang Wuxin to come back and ask him. It's just that Jiang Wuxin didn't wait, but Fuyong Immortal Jun from the inner room walked out first. He raised his voice and asked, "Nephew, I see that although your long whip can contain a lot of spiritual energy, you can't find a place for this machine spirit to rest, what's going on?" ”

Zhuo Junchen got out of bed when he heard this, Fu Yong held the whip in his hand, and pondered repeatedly, but he couldn't see the reason. Although this long whip is delicate and the flexibility of the whip body is extremely rare, there is nothing special about it, and it can carry the spirit of the instrument. As for the handle, although it is made of dark iron, it is not much special than the whip body. Although this whip seems to be an extremely high-quality magic weapon, it is not the same as the immortal weapon that Fu Yong knows.

When Zhuo Junchen got the Nether Whip, he originally only thought it was a magic weapon, and it even looked extremely ordinary in Shen Hanfeng's eyes, and the reason why it became an immortal weapon was that the micro-immortal used some secret method to catch the dragon spirit of the Well Guarding Demon Dragon.

"I don't have any research on refining weapons, it's just that this dragon spirit was caught by chance when Shizun defeated the Well Guarding Demon Dragon in Taiyun Mountain." Zhuo Junchen slightly concealed the truth of the facts.

Fu Yong also felt strange when he heard this: "I have never heard of it, this immortal weapon can be made the day after tomorrow...... but it is one thing not to have heard of it, since there is such an immortal weapon in front of him, then there is naturally a reason for its existence, "Then when you mobilize the instrument spirit, where does the instrument spirit come from?" ”

Zhuo Junchen recalled for a while, and pointed to the red bead in the dragon's mouth at the handle: "Before I caught the dragon spirit, there was no such bead, and when I dealt with Huo Mei'er today, the power of the dragon spirit was also revealed from this bead." ”

"Oh?" Fu Yong played with the beads quite curiously, he thought that this was just a decorative gem, but he didn't look carefully, the immortal weapon was really extraordinary, and the corners and corners could not be let go at will.

After asking about the situation, Fu Yong naturally wanted to go back to study it immediately, but it was too cool to look at it no matter how he used it up and left. Fu Yong inevitably wanted to say a few words to Zhuo Junchen, and his eyes inadvertently swept to the blue book on the bed that was let go by Zhuo Junchen.

"What kind of book is my nephew reading?" Fu Yong took two steps forward and picked up the notebook at will. He is so much older than Zhuo Junchen, even if he looks at his things, he doesn't care.

Zhuo Junchen consciously avoided and said: "Fang is cultivating, these are all Uncle Jiang's things, and they accidentally fell out of the quilt just now, so I am putting them aside." ”

After Zhuo Junchen finished speaking, he didn't hear Fu Yong's next words for a long time, and looked up with some confusion, but saw Fu Yong's face flushed, his face full of anger, and the fragile paper in his hand was turned over by him.

"Uncle Shi?" Zhuo Junchen asked in a low voice.

Only then did Fu Yong wake up from his anger and said, "It's nothing, then you can continue to cultivate." "Just looking at his expression, it doesn't look like nothing. Fu Yong gritted his teeth and took away the red rope and the blue book together, although Zhuo Junchen was puzzled in his heart, he didn't say much.

After Jiang Wuxin came back, Zhuo Junchen whispered to him about it. I thought it would make Fu Yong angry, and the content of the book must be extremely secretive, but who knew that Jiang Wuxin didn't have a serious look when he heard it, but just asked Zhuo Junchen to relax and said: "It's okay, just read it." The master was angry, and he just coaxed. There was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth that Zhuo Junchen couldn't see clearly.

After eating what Jiang Wuxin brought back, the two of them practiced side by side on the couch, except for squeezing some, the two of them were fine.

Zhuo Junchen hadn't cultivated for a long time, and today's battle almost exhausted his spiritual power, and he cultivated deeply unconsciously, and when he woke up, the room was already dark, and even the inner room didn't reveal any light.

Jiang Wuxin, who was cultivating by his side before, now he doesn't know where he went, Zhuo Junchen glanced at the sky outside, it was probably late at night, go back.

At the moment, apart from going to bed directly, Zhuo Junchen couldn't think of any way not to disturb Fuyong. But when he shook off the quilt, he heard the sound of Si Si Suo coming from the back room.

Thinking that his movements were too big and woke up the people inside, Zhuo Junchen hurriedly lightened his movements. It's just that the sound from inside not only did not get smaller, but became heavier, mixed with some unknown water stains and muffled snorts.

Zhuo Junchen frowned, couldn't it be that Uncle Shi encountered some trouble?

It's just that before he could get up and take a look, he heard Fuyong Immortal Jun lower his voice and scolded angrily: "Criminal! ”

Then there was Jiang Wuxin's somewhat ambiguous chuckle: "Didn't the master tell me to read more books, why are you still angry now?" ”

Fuyong Immortal Jun suppressed his anger: "I told you to study, who knew that you used your kung fu in that kind of place!" ”

Jiang Wuxin didn't go back, but slept with Fuyong Xianjun? Zhuo Junchen was a little puzzled, the two of them spoke very quietly, and Zhuo Junchen could only hear a few words piecemeal. Don't listen to indecent people, and he doesn't bother to guess what they say.

It's just that when Zhuo Junchen was about to sleep peacefully, there was Fuyong Xianjun's unexplained gasps and slimy scolding from inside.

Now, he can't help but think about it too much.