On the side of the right peak, the Xuanli is excited, suddenly flickering brightly, and the purple-blue Xuanli penetrates the layers of fog halfway up the mountainside, like the rising sun, but it is dazzling at noon.

In the ruined city, Zhan Yan was in a good mood, and he could even say that he was very good.

A rusty round hammer was glowing with a swarthy copper color, and there was not the slightest trace of mystical power on the round hammer, and Zhan Yan had repeatedly inspected it no less than three times, but he had not been able to find the slightest formation rune inscription on the round hammer, which proved that it was not a magic weapon used by Xuan Xiu.

And it is precisely because of this that Zhan Yan will be even happier several times.

Today's Xuan Xiu magic weapon, the sword at the bottom of the box in the hand of Jian Xiu does not count, there are some formation runes engraved on it, although it greatly strengthens the original power of the Xuan weapon, but the shortcomings are also obvious, those formation runes often destroy the original Xuan weapon itself.

Therefore, the higher the level of the mysterious weapon, the more simple and simple it is, and the formation runes engraved on it, although they are few and pitiful, they are definitely the kind that is worth a hundred.

Because only in this way can the life of the Xuanqi itself be extended, so that it can be inherited for thousands of years, and slowly accumulate one by one, that is, it has become the foundation of a sect.

Why did those children of big sects and surnames go out and carry a few mysterious magic weapons on the mountainside that ordinary monks can only look at and sigh at, is it just a decoration?

The quality of the bronze hammer is extremely high, but Zhan Yan doesn't have the same vision to see how high it is.

This is the difference between these wild dogs and the children of a big clan like Ran Lu, in front of some background and knowledge, they can only be called shallow.

However, Zhan Yan, who started with the hammer, felt a particularly unusual fit, the kind of heart-to-heart connection, which was probably a great opportunity for him Zhan Yan, the kind that was rare and never sought.

There is also a thing, which is a big guy almost the size of most of his Zhan Yan's body, roughly oval in shape, but some like prismatic, and the sides are more round and slender.

It is dark black, and the surface is covered with large and small bumps, not eye-catching at all, like piles of broken rubble that can be seen everywhere, and there is nothing surprising about it.

But Zhan Yan's joy for the big black bump in his chest under his arms was no worse than the round copper hammer.

The big black bump is unattractive and fast, and you can only notice its extraordinary features by touching it with your hand.

The slightest wisp of inexplicable coolness will be like a little snake and go straight to the Xuanmai meridians in the body, and before it happens, Zhan Yan will feel as if he has eaten some kind of miracle medicine.

In particular, the first to bear the brunt of the soul is the soul, and the previous fatigue and lack are gone in an instant.

If it had been left in the past, Zhan Yan, who had obtained these two good objects, would have hidden them in what he thought was the most secret place.

When I got to a place where I thought it was safest, I would come up with it and explore one or two.

But now it's different, there is a scared Ran family brother beside him, both in knowledge and vision far beyond him Zhan Yan, why bother taking those wrongful roads in twists and turns.

And most importantly, he Zhan Yan believed in Ran Lu, and believed that Ran Lu, a mountain monk who was different from all the big clans he had seen before.

In the words of that senior Wu, it is not hypocritical to be righteous, as for the last half of the sentence, "It's just that the amount of alcohol is not good", Zhan Yan didn't think about it, because he Zhan Yan is also not good at most of the alcohol.

If you don't speak your own family.

Ran Lu, who was wearing a green shirt, the son of the Ran family who said his surnames of the two major clans in Zhongzhou, could shock the jaws of a group of people, and it was also Zhan Yan's unpretentious person who missed each other in his heart, and at this time Ren was guarding in front of a ruined city wall.

Sitting cross-legged, half of his body leaned forward, there was a jade plate full of aura on his legs, his right hand held a jade pen, and his left hand was constantly rubbing on the gray and black stone wall that was only nearly ten meters long and two or three meters wide.

The eyebrows were tightened, and the high eight-figure lines were piled up, wrinkling for a long time.

Before this, Ran Lu had already stayed in several places, but although the city wall here was not the widest, some traces on it were the most numerous and complete.

Ran Lu is not the only one who stands out, there are several monks like him, each with their own origins, but this ruined city is too vast to collide with each other.

Zhan Yan was carrying a big black bump on his back, but his speed was unprecedentedly slow, and he had some kind of communication with Ran Lu that had been discussed a long time ago.

It is an extremely simple but extremely useful secret method of the Ran family, not the kind that cannot be passed on, but it is by no means a mainland commodity that can be seen everywhere.

When Zhan Yan hid Ran Lu, Ran Lu's eyebrows wrinkled even more, but his right hand was like a pen.

Just the key to the end.

So Ran Lu used the big iron lump as a butt cushion, found a fairly flat and open place next to it, and spread the big black lump directly on the ground, and sat on it with his own ass.

Zhan Yan waited for several hours, and the sky was already dark, and just when Zhan Yan was sleepy, there was a long shout in his ears.

Zhan Yan, who was suddenly sleepy, hurriedly looked at Ran Lu and said, "How is it?"

Although Ran Lu was wholeheartedly devoted to the stone wall in front of him, he naturally would not relax his safety precautions around him, and since he sat down, there was a wisp of specially separated divine soul wandering around his body within ten steps, and when he reached the key point, he did not decrease but increased, and he divided two more wisps, and the range spread to thirty steps.

Ran Lulu was relaxed and happy, nodded, put the jade plate and jade pen into the mustard seed ring, put his hand in the sleeve robe, and said twice, "General, general." ”

But Zhan Yan looked at the other party's face, and he didn't look like an "ordinary".

So Zhan Yan pursed his lips and said, "What is the general method, how does it compare with this high-grade mysterious weapon I found?"

Ran Lu shook his body, he was really happy, the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, and he said indifferently: "Naturally, I don't know how many chips I don't know." ”

Zhan Yan pursed his lips, full of disbelief, how much is a broken wall worth, it should be all made of spirit stones and spirit bricks?

Then Ran Lu was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhan Yan in disbelief and said, "What did you kid just say?