The apology of the Famous Sect is not bad, at least the one in Wu Chen's hand is not bad.

A low-grade second-order mysterious weapon.

The second-order of the lower grade is not valuable, but if it has a special use, it is different.

Wu Chen looked at the fishing rod-type mysterious weapon in his hand, and there was also a kind of thumb-thick mysterious beast called the worm dragon that was sent along with the fishing rod, which was not as white as an inch, and it was actually a half-order mysterious beast that did not even have the first order of the lower realm.

It is packed in a wooden box with a special smell.

There are a total of six earthworm dragons, all of which are half-wilted.

There is a widely circulated saying in the secular dynasty: There is a fish in the northern underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, flies angrily, and its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It's a bird, too.

The flying fish that flutters its arms for thousands of miles is of course a smile and sigh for the ordinary people of the secular dynasty, but for the higher monks at these stations, especially the monks sitting on the ferry, if they are extremely unlucky and step on a full shit luck, they can get a glimpse of Kunpeng's behemoth body of several hundred meters.

The ferry boat and Penghe swim together, shuttling through the sea of clouds, has always been a popular conversation among the monks on the mountain.

It is rare to see a Kunpeng with a fluttering arm for thousands of miles, but the common flying bird and Xuanyu are still particularly common.

These special mysterious beasts that are thousands of miles in the sky because they have been swimming thousands of meters above the sea of clouds for many years carry something that all the mountain monks want to live: the laws of the Heavenly Dao.

These flying fish more or less contain wisps of Heavenly Dao laws in their bodies.

No one knows where these flying fish come from or where they lead, but finding them is of great benefit to monks, especially those who are on the verge of breaking through and have not been able to break through for a long time.

There were once monks who speculated that if a monk could capture the Kunpeng with a body of hundreds of meters, after eating it, ordinary people would be afraid that they would step up to the Upper Three Realms in one fell swoop, wouldn't the monks of the Upper Three Realms be able to get a glimpse of the last stage?

It's just that no monk has dared to try, or that the monk who has tried has already died, dead silently and without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Wu Chen walked out of the observation deck and looked at the sea of clouds in the distance, the legend is not just a legend, there are many monks in the upper three realms who died for that beast, even he Wu Chen is almost unable to remember, but this is a long, long time ago.

Isn't the battle of the Great Dao just a gamble, that is, gambling on oneself and betting on the future, it is said that immature monks who have just stepped into cultivation need a guide, and those monks who are basically standing at the peak of known cultivation are not?

Standing high and looking down, it is indeed possible to see very far, but if you want to look up and look up, there is only darkness, full of vanity, so there is only gambling, gamblers gambling money, and monks in the upper three realms gambling on themselves.

Gamblers win money, monks win heavens, and so on.

As for why there is a good talk about Kunpeng traveling with the ferry, it is not necessarily false, just like the powerhouse of the Upper Three Realms standing on the top of the mountain meets the fledgling monk of the Lower Three Realms, and ordinary people in the secular dynasty see the ants on the side of the road, and they may rise up and trample a few to death, but more often they are afraid that they will not even bother to step on it.

This is true for both the Kunpeng and the ferry.

Wu Chen held the second-order fishing rod given by the Famous Sect, picked a position at random, and put on a worm dragon that looked like a drunken smoke on the silver thread of the snow-white Shengyun, and casually tossed it into the sea of clouds.

His eyes also looked into the sea of clouds, the monk fished this flying fish with this thumb-thick worm dragon, would the heavenly way to fish "fish" use this hundreds of meters of body Kunpeng?

At this time, there were few monks on the observation deck, but this was normal, and it was not an exaggeration to say that the conditions given by the steward of the Famous Sect were sky-high.

As for the so-called hidden magic weapon sent by the monk of the Famous Sect, it is precisely a mysterious weapon that hides the lost artifact of the Famous Sect.

But this thief is also bold enough, Tai Sui dares to break ground on his head, the key is to successfully dig up a handful, and the famous sect on the top of the mountain is just a decoration.

After the bait was thrown out, Wu Chen took out a verdant half-leaning bamboo chair from the Zhihai space, which was made of a sixth-order Xuanzhu called Qingshen Bamboo used in the central area of the dense forest in the Dark Valley.

If it weren't for the strange appearance of the dense forest in the Dark Valley last time, just by virtue of Wu Chen's current half-cultivation, he would not be able to safely pick it from the guard Xuan Snake whose combat power was comparable to the peak of the Xuan King.

Although it is a sixth-order, it has only one function, that is, it can suppress all the complicated thoughts of the monks, and it is a rare treasure for Xuan Xiu.

And Wu Chen, who made these Qingshen bamboos that were regarded as treasures by Xuan Xiu, made a recliner chair, which felt like he was holding a high-grade Xuan knife to chop meat and sell it, which was completely overkill.

Moreover, coupled with the rusty craftsmanship, the appearance of the recliner is still a little unsightly, and even unsightly, but after Wu Chen lay on it, he exhaled lightly, thinking that if this recliner can be paved, it will be even better if the middle-grade Xuan Beast skin can be paved.

Not to mention the last order of the Xuan Beast in the Middle Three Realms that is comparable to the Xuanhuang Monk, the second order in the Middle Three Realms is also the second, and the more inferior ones are not considered.

The reason is that it is naturally uncomfortable and hiccups.

The style of the bamboo chair is still according to the old man at the peak of the Xuanhuang Peak that he saw at the gate of the Heavenly Dao Courtyard before.

Wu Chen thought in his heart, sure enough, he was old and refined, and lying on a bamboo chair was comfortable, in fact, Wu Chen forgot that his own age was much older than the old janitor, and even how many people in the entire Xuanwu Continent could be older than Wu Chen?

The only fly in the ointment is that I don't seem to have prepared any other liquor except this ambergris rice wine, which is a pity, otherwise lying on the bamboo chair of the ferry boat at a height of 10,000 meters and drinking a pot of wine, it would not be a fairy life.

As for the unattended fishing rod on the side, he Wu Chen has always adhered to the principle that those who wish to take the bait and those who eat will come.

The bait eater is not just a flying fish in the sea of clouds, he Wu Chen will not hold a rod and throw bait for such a trivial power of the law, if he really wants those flying fish that contain the power of the law, he Wu Chen is one of the few monks who knows the roots of the flying fish.

The fourth floor of the ferry, a room that can accommodate dozens of people, the furnishings in the room are a little messy, or gorgeous, or elegant and beautiful, and even a wall is full of monks' armor, both Xizhou specialties and Nanzhou rares, and there is no lack of Zhongzhou treasures, in short, it is varied.

In front of a square table with a shiny metallic luster, there was a spiritual wood chair.

The smell on the wooden chair didn't know where to go.