Wang Zi's sword was completed, but Wang Zi was not happy!

How to say it, because the painting foundation is not good and the imagination is not rich enough, the shape of the flying sword she refined is a bit strange.

It's like a stick, it's straight and pointed, but it's ......

Although this "stick" also has four sides, what the hell is it that the diagonal distance is equal, and the cross-section is infinitely close to the square, so can it cut people?

There is no sword grid, and the hilt of the sword is an oval, just in one hand.

On the body of the sword, the blade of the sword ...... It's barely a sword, after all, the point in front is still very sharp.

Sword Spine, this ...... How to say it, it can't be said that there is none, the four corners are all right angles, and they are all considered sword spines.

Blade, don't mention it......

Sword, not at all!

This ...... Even if it is a sword, this sword is about one meter and two meters long, the hilt is about thirty centimeters, and the width is two fingers wide according to Wang Zi's thoughts, but it looks too weird.

It's not a sword at all, it's a stick, a stick with a sword.

Wang Zi felt that he was a failure, the first refining weapon, although it was formed, but in the end it ended in failure, as for whether it should be used as a natal weapon?

Forget it, use it as an improvised weapon, at least it's better than nothing.

Standing up, Wang Zi took out her mobile phone to look at the time, it turned out that three days had passed, and she still didn't feel anything.

Let's see how the three big fools are doing, eh...... They were sleeping, and the bags of food they threw all over the floor, turning back and asking them to clean up, and there was not much food left for them.

It was still early outside, and the east was just showing the whiteness of the fish's belly.

Looking at the sky, Wang Zi suddenly thought of the old man, I don't know if he was wandering around in the woods, whether he went out.

In an instant, the divine consciousness enveloped the entire mountain, and all the movements were clear.

And the old man she was thinking of, Wang Zi wasn't sure if it was him, compared with three days ago, the difference was too great, he looked embarrassed, and the beggars on the street were miserable.

The clothes on his body were hung into strips of cloth by branches and shrubs, and the down inside was scattered, completely losing the function of keeping warm.

The face was sloppy, the face that was originally red and full of light was now also the appearance of pale clothes, and the neatly combed hair was already messy.

Anyway, it's very miserable, with a gray face, and it seems that there is no hope of getting out alive.

"I'm so stupid! Run in and die! The old man looked at the foggy sky and muttered to himself.

Seeing this, Wang Zi felt that it was already okay? Do you want to put people in? He's an old man, even if he doesn't know whether it's good or bad.

After thinking about it, Wang Zi decided to let people in first, and then say, if the mind is not right, it will be a big deal to kill with a sword, try her newly refined sword.

The old man sat on a dead tree with a dejected face, his face dirty, but he didn't have the heart to clean it up.

He felt that death was waiting for him in front of him, and he had been walking for several days, and the food on his body was almost exhausted, and the knowledge he had learned before had no effect here.

However, he will not just wait for death and continue to look for a way out, but he finds himself spinning in circles, like a ghost hitting a wall.

If he can't find a way out, for him, it means death, he is not young, his body and bones can't withstand too much tossing, he has no food, no drink, and severe cold.

Suddenly, the fog, which was originally five meters away, suddenly separated, and a passage appeared, pointing straight to the top of the mountain.

"This, this is, an immortal, really an immortal?! I, I ......" The old man suddenly became incoherent with excitement.

wiped his dirty face, hurriedly cleaned up the messy clothes on his body, and stumbled towards the mountain with his legs up.

I don't know if he is lucky or unlucky, after so many days of torture in the mountains, this old bone is almost confessed.

But he himself considers himself extremely lucky because he has met the kind of world he has longed for all his life.

Without the obstruction of the fog, in less than an hour, he reached the top of the mountain, which was still physically exhausted and exhausted, otherwise it could have been faster.

In front of his eyes, there was a Taoist temple, and he could even see that in that Taoist temple, a fairy old man with silver hair and a long beard beckoned to him.

There's nothing wrong with him calling the fairy grandfather, after all, he thinks that the gods and everything are hundreds of thousands of years old monsters, and it's okay to be your own ancestor.

The ideal is very windy, but the reality is very skinny!

The old man fairy he imagined did not appear, and there were three bad men in his eyes, or lying, leaning, or standing, and the three of them were in various postures, blocking the door, and there was no image at all.

"This must be a test for me!" The old man said secretly, and when he saw that his feet did not stop, he walked towards the three of them.

When he saw the three fools, the three fools also saw him, the boss sat on the threshold, raised his hand and clasped his nose, and saw the old man, a little strange, how could anyone come here? Although they have a low IQ, they are not fools!

"Who are you, old man!" The second child, who was standing on the side and gnawing on the biscuits, suddenly howled, not only startling the old man, but also startling Wang Zi, who was studying the method of refining weapons in the room.

The divine sense swept over, and he immediately knew the reason, but he ignored it and continued to study the formation.

She also had to dry the old man and give him some horses, after all, things that were too easy to get would not be cherished.

"Everyone, ......" The old man stepped forward and bowed respectfully, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Old man, you haven't said who you are?" The third child had already sat up from the ground, and asked very politely, this is his boss's place, strange outsiders are coming, naturally they want to ask, and they have to put on a stern posture, which they have learned in the training camp, and he is now using it vividly.

"My name is Lin Zhengyuan, and I'm here to visit the immortals." The old man, that is, Lin Zhengyuan, put his shelf very low, bowed down and bowed.

"Immortals?" The three big fools looked at each other, who are the immortals? Forgive them for not knowing the immortals.

"No, there are immortals, there is only our boss here!" The second child hummed.

"That's your boss, he'...... Where is it? Lin Zhengyuan continued to humbly.

"Looking for our boss? No, our boss said, no one is allowed to disturb her, get out! The boss said as he waved his hand to chase away, but did not move.

The training camp has been explained, don't do it yourself, they keep it in mind.

"Then I can wait!" Lin Zhengyuan did not leave immediately, but said tentatively.

"Oh, then you can do it, the boss said, don't bother her!" The boss thought for a while and said, this is not against the boss's words.

In the house, Wang Zi had been paying attention to the situation outside, and when he heard Dasha's words, he shook his head, it seemed that the three of them would continue to be thrown to train.

Looking at the old man again, suddenly Wang Zi's face showed a trace of curiosity, a trace of surprise, and a trace of puzzlement!

This old man was about to touch the door of Qi training, but unfortunately he didn't step into that step.