The real name of the magic weapon is Langhuan, it was made by an unknown existence a long time ago, the purpose is to sort out and enter the cultivation exercises, it can be according to each person's different physique, projecting the most suitable exercises for cultivation, simply put, a fool can get a book of cultivation exercises, the premise is that the magic weapon must have energy to activate, and the soul is pure.

This is also the reason why Father Zhou, who is an adult, can't activate the magic weapon, but a few teenagers can get the exercises.

In addition to teaching exercises, Lang Huan also has an ability to transform, which can be transformed into any shape you want, weapons and armor, etc., its material is indestructible, and the message says that Lang Huan is made of pure energy and cannot be destroyed in this world.

Moreover, because of the energy aggregate, Lang Huan's weight is only 50 grams, and Zhou Zhizhi doesn't understand what the concept of gram is, but it obviously means very, very light.

However, the teaching of the exercises requires only a small amount of energy, but the transformation requires two conditions, one is abundant energy, and the other is to recognize the master.

Lang Huan's recognition of the Lord is very complicated, first of all, it must be a strong soul, then a drop of blood, and the last one is enough energy.

All along, Zhou Zhichu has met the first two conditions, his soul seems to have undergone some kind of mutation according to Lang Huan, which is extremely powerful, and the drop of blood reminds him of the blood that used to be smeared on Lang Huan after his hand was injured in the ancient monument.

Enough energy is not satisfied until today after absorbing the spirit jade, and the reason why it is necessary to absorb the true qi of the beginning of the week is because it is necessary to record the information of the owner, just like when an animal is born, it needs to remember its mother through its eyes and through its smell.

After Lang Huan recognizes the master, he will not recognize the second person, unless the master dies or leaves this world, Zhou Zhichu doesn't know who the previous owner is, but as an artifact of the pre-Qin Zhenguo, he guessed that it was very likely to be Qin Jiyong.

There is not much information in Lang Huan, just a simple introduction, Lang Huan's wonderful use still needs to be explored by himself in the first day of the week, I believe that with the strength of the master, Lang Huan's usefulness will be more powerful.

After Lang Huan had absorbed enough true qi, Zhou Zhichu smiled bitterly, the true qi in his body was empty except for the four qi sources, and a confession of the master would almost let him scatter his strength, I really don't know if he was too weak, or Lang Huan was too strong.

Lang Huan shone with a light that had never been seen before, like a small sun, Daddy Zhou turned over, obviously showing signs of being awakened.

After recognizing the master, Zhou Chuchu felt a mysterious connection with Lang Huan, he gave an order in his mind, and the light quickly dimmed until it completely converged.

Lingyu is also a polymer of energy in a way, but when the aura disappears in it, it cannot survive in the world, and immediately turns into powder, and Lang Huan not only exists in the world forever, but also recognizes the main transformation and executes orders, which shows how powerful that nameless existence is.

Zhou Chuchu knew that there were Divine Creation Ages and Great Chaos Ages in this history, but he suspected that the birth of Lang Huan might be even older.

Lang Huan can be transformed, which makes the young man very excited, it is too light to make a sword, so let's make a bow, also because the cold iron bow is too ugly, but Lang Huan quickly fed back a message, this energy is not enough to change into a bow, at most it can only be conjured into a gadget.

Can't be a weapon, that's only an auxiliary, thinking about it, at the beginning of the week, I decided to make a gourd filled with water, and the usual one happened to be broken.

The boy lifted the slender Lang Huan, locked it with his spirit, and then imagined that it would become a gourd, like an inflatable gourd, Lang Huan slowly changed its shape until it became a small gourd of less than a foot, and a long plug had a string attached to the waist of the gourd.

The color of Langhuan gourd is yellowish and looks ordinary, but it still has fine lines to the touch.

Zhou Zhizhi looked at it for a while, felt that there was almost something, and felt that there was still a little aura in Lang Huan, so he continued to deform, only to see a thin rope hanging from the waist of the gourd, so that it could be tied to the waist.

At this point, the aura was completely consumed, but just as he was about to put down the gourd, he suddenly found that Lang Huan was absorbing the free aura in the air.

Zhou was startled at the beginning, it was the first time he knew that there was also such an energy as aura in the air, and whether Lang Huan took the initiative to absorb aura meant that at some point in the future, Lang Huan would be able to get enough deformation energy without him supplementing.

Perhaps this is one of Lang Huan's new abilities after recognizing the master, and it seems that it makes sense to be called the artifact of the pre-Qin Zhenguo.

After consuming too much True Qi, Zhou Zhizhi felt hungry, so after eating some dried meat, he began to meditate, and it was not until a week later that a trace of True Qi was reborn in his body before he lay down and fell asleep.

It was dawn, and when Zhou Chuchu woke up, he faintly felt the concern between him and the gourd, which was very strange, like an extra tail.

He tried to beckon to Lang Huan's gourd, but the gourd trembled, but only trembled, it seemed that with Zhou Chuchu's current strength, he could not carry out such a complex operation as volleying Lang Huan.

At the beginning of the week, he picked up the gourd, and found that the aura in it was not much after a night of absorption, only a very small trace, if you want to reach the level of yesterday, it will take at least half a year or even longer, and you don't know what year or month you want to reach the level of transforming the sword.

Of course, if his strength is enough in the future, he can also take the initiative to input the true qi in his body into Lang Huan, but it is still too early.

Uncovering the slender gourd mouth, a rich aura rushed to his face, and Zhou Zhizhi took a deep breath and felt that the rotation of the qi source in his body had accelerated.

The young man had an idea, filled the water tank with a gourd, and then took a sip, it was a little sweet, and the operation of the Yi Qi Meridian in the body was accelerated, but it was not obvious, it seemed that there was no hope of relying on Lang Huan to practice, but there may be some effect on healing and fitness.

"Dad, drink more water from the gourd when you're fine. "At the beginning of the week, I explained to my father.

Father Zhou took a sip and said in surprise: "What kind of water is this? ”

"This is a magic weapon, you are almost healed now, drink more water from the gourd on weekdays, and even some old injuries can be cured. ”

"Is that hairpin? It can actually be turned into a gourd, it's really a magic weapon of the fairy family." This time the old man was even more amazed.

Maybe it's true, who knows if that nameless being is an immortal.

Daddy said, "What if it's a drink?"

Zhou Zhichu was noncommittal, and he was also curious about what would happen to the wine.

Finally, after explaining some things that his father must not say to others, he went out with a bow and arrows on his back, and the gourd was tied around his waist.

Zhou Zhizhi did not go up the mountain immediately, but went to Zhang's blacksmith's house first, but Xiaohua was not at home, and her father did not know where she went.

After thinking about it, the young man came to Feifeng Feilongpo again, and sure enough, Xiaohua was there, and she was practicing Zhaoshen.

In the early morning, the birds in the mountains and forests are frightened, on the vast snowfield, a single-clothed girl Tingting Yuli, showing a variety of magical and mysterious postures, every action is like flying to the moon, every posture is full of mysterious curves, the beginning of the week was stunned for a while.