As Mu Junsong muttered, the long stick in his hand slowly came out of his hand.

The long stick stood in the air, and no one was holding it and floating in the void.

This scene stunned everyone.

The crowd of onlookers is the most talkative.

"My God, this can't be the legendary Psychic Artifact. ”

", what won't be, it's obviously good or not. ”

"I didn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power, and there was no obvious control, this is obviously the machine spirit doing the trick!"

"Wow, there's something about that little bald head!"

Machine Spirit ......

A weapon is a weapon, and it wants to have a will like a human or an animal.

It is not enough to rely on refining alone, it is necessary to occupy the right time, place and people.

Then work hard, and the rest depends on whether God will give face.

Typically, you just have to work hard, and Providence will do the rest.

The smell of the dog carrier is strong.

In everyone's discussion, Pei Tiancheng heard a very disdainful smile.

Looking at the stick in front of Mu Junsong, he said indifferently: "What about the machine spirit?

The machine spirit is simply to increase the power of some weapons when the weapon owner uses them.

But if the owner of the weapon does not use it......

That doesn't make much sense.

He is not square, steady as an old dog.

"Yes......" A leisurely child's voice came from the side of the stick.

But for a short moment, a small child appeared next to the stick.

The child is very cute.

Such indifferent words have no deterrent effect from the end of his words.

It's a little funny~

Funny.

Pei Tiancheng glanced at the child, waved his hand speechlessly, and said, "Whose bear child, hurry up and go back and don't mess around here!"

Which parent has such a big heart?

What about fighting, such a serious thing is a shame.

Aren't you afraid that my white jade Xiaoding will be broken?

The child's cute little face sank, and the gloomy color was very intense.

Stretched out his fleshy little hand and glanced at it.

In the end, he sighed helplessly.

Mu Junsong opened his eyes when he heard the child's words.

The words of praise disappeared, and he looked at the child next to the stick in amazement.

Maybe Pei Tiancheng thinks that it was a bear child from a bear family, but she doesn't think so.

Because he felt a sense of familiarity, which was obviously what he made out of "Evoking Nerves".

When the little kid heard the compliment, his already gloomy face became even more gloomy.

Turning his head and looking at Mu Junsong viciously, he scolded angrily: "Little bald head, continue to chant 'call nerves'!"

"If you don't read it, how can I feel your sincerity and help you fight!"

Scold!

Don't praise me, and you want me to help you fight.

Dream!

The words used by the little kid are modern and do not use any strange language.

At the very least, I have followed Mu Junsong for so many years.

Language, I learned it.

Mu Junsong still didn't continue to read "Calling Nerves"

Pointing to the child in front of him, his face was very tangled.

After a moment, he cautiously asked, "Excuse me, is that the thing I made up?"

"This is also ......"

This is too pitiful, what's the use of such a young child coming out.

He thought ......

The god mansion in his own stick, even if it is not a mighty Khan who is eight feet tall.

At least a young man who paints like himself.

Can be a little kid......

What is playing with me?

When the little kid heard this, his face suddenly pulled.

The fleshy palm was placed directly on the stick, and the stick instantly became the size he used.

A small short stick, moving slightly.

The small body disappeared from in front of Mu Junsong, and when it reappeared.

took a stick and smashed "Duang" on the back of Mu Junsong's head.

This smashed Mu Junsong dizzy.

Looking at Mu Junsong, who was dizzy, the little kid nodded with great satisfaction.

Said solemnly: "Little bald head, call it a stick master! Otherwise, I will beat you once when I see you." ”

Vertigo comes and goes fast.

Mu Junsong saw the comparison of strength clearly, and he obviously couldn't do his own stick.

So......

Mu Jun lowered his head loosely and said directly: "Master Stick, save me!"

, pumped with your own stick.

It's a shame.

In the future, I won't call myself a stick.

It's too pit!

"The son can be taught!" The stick master's little face was like a blooming flower, and he smiled very happily and nodded: "If I continue to read "Evoke Nerves", my combat power will increase!"

Hey, old man.

You're dead, and your heir isn't going to call me Master Stick.

Hey, hey, hey!

Mu Junsong didn't say anything, and continued to start reciting "Calling Nerves"!

'Wake up, handsome stick. ”

"Mighty stick, wake up quickly. ”

"Stick, stick save me!"

“......”

Constant compliments, constant calls for help.

The smile on the stick man's face was even brighter.

As Xiao Yuding slowly approached, he just glanced at it disdainfully.

Said casually: "Look at it, the stick master will save you!"

As soon as the homophonic words of the intelligence fell, the surrounding violent spiritual power instantly began to riot.

Endless aura poured into the little child's body at a rapid pace.

The original virtual body gradually solidified.

......

Chen Roujing was on the periphery of the crowd at this time, her seductive red lips were very bright, and she bit her lower lip with a strange expression.

Turning his head to look at Wanhua City, he said, "You say...... This person Huairen knows, why is it so strange?"

It would be nice to say that it was just powerful, but ......

Your weapons are cheating like this, let me wait for the monks to repair something!

People are more angry than people.

Wan Huacheng deeply agreed, nodded vigorously, and said, "Who said it wasn't!"

"Hey...... You say I'm so beautiful, why don't I have such good luck?" Chen Roujing touched her face and sighed

Wan Huacheng looked at the tense atmosphere in the air, glanced at his junior sister, and said, "Does it matter if this one is beautiful or not?"

Sister, you're a little pretty.

It was smooth sailing in the division.

But...... Except that we save you, this appearance is not good compared to high-end fairies.

didn't say it explicitly, so I could only complain silently.

Chen Roujing shook her head helplessly and muttered, "Is it really okay......?"

"Huairen's appearance can only be said to be ordinary, why is it so smooth?"

"Hehe!" Wan Huacheng did not answer, a hehe represents a thousand words.

The relationship between luck and beauty and hairiness is just that you haven't met it.

Scold!

Silly sister.

Wanhua City Chen Roujing was a little dumbfounded, and she was also a little skeptical of life.

The people present were even more skeptical of life.

The plot ......

It's so dramatic.

First Pei Tiancheng was beaten, and then Xiao Yuding pressed the little bald head and didn't dare to move.

Then the little bald head muttered for a while, and the stick spirit manifested.

There is no need to guess, it is the small bald head that has the upper hand.

You can see it just by the way this machine spirit absorbs spiritual power.

It's horrible.