There was silence in the room, as if you could hear the sound of the embroidery needles falling.

When Mengfan touched the mysterious iron roll, he had maintained that pick-up action until now, and Wang Fatzi was very curious and wanted to come forward to ask.

A pair of hands pressed his forward posture, it was Chen Mazi Chen Shusheng, who had not spoken for a long time, at this time his expression was serious, and he shook his head to signal Wang Fatzi not to act rashly.

Mengfan was completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world, and quietly looked into the distance.

I saw myself floating in the air above a sea of blood, with white bones in the distance, a sea of blood churning, and a blood-red spear floating in the air, as if connected with this ocean of blood.

"My king, the minister has finally waited for you, hahahaha。。。。。 An old figure emerged from the sea of blood, an old man with red hair, not like the kind and kind old fairy, he was even more evil.

"Are you?" Meng Fan wondered,

There had never been such a strange thing in his mind, he had only heard his father mention in legends that only the divine weapons born from heaven and earth would give birth to machine spirits at the same time.

And this instrument spirit is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, heaven and earth are conceived as congenital, artificial forging is infused as nurture, and the acquired instrument spirit is divided into bone spirit and main spirit.

The bone spirit is the most evil cultivation method: the soul of the living is stripped of the flesh alive, and the secret method is used to seal it and cast it into the magic weapon, so that the two can be fused, because the deceased has resentment, it often makes the user's demon barrier enter the body and cause backlash, only the cultivator can resist it, or the person with a new and pure heart, but the second person cannot exert its true strength.

The other is the main spirit: voluntarily sacrificing one's soul to a magic weapon to achieve its power - the most famous in history is the Gan Jiang Mo Xie

Generally, these kinds are not recognized by the monks, which is unethical

A true cultivator respects absolute strength and uses himself as a sharp weapon.

The real strong man swept the horses of thousands of armies with grass and trees as soldiers, and was invincible.

"My king, I am born from heaven and earth, and I am a divine soldier tempered under Haotian, Shura Tianzheng, maybe you have forgotten your previous life, but in this life, I am willing to continue to accompany you to resign from the battlefield" The red-haired old man knelt on one knee and said slowly

"What, heaven and earth conceived a king, a previous life?" Meng Fan looked confused, he knew that he did not belong to this plane, and even if he had a previous life, it was impossible to have such a divine weapon, which was far beyond his understanding. Because the acquisition of a true Heaven and Earth Divine Weapon is not at all measured by how many times the difficulty can be measured, even the Heavenly Venerable above the Plane Martial Realm where he used to be could not have it, let alone a fledgling stinky boy like him.

Confused, extremely confused, "I'm stepping on shit, can't it?" Meng Fan shook his head, looked at the blood-red war spear in the distance in disbelief, and then looked at the old man beside him.

"That's right, it's true, it's indeed the treasure of heaven and earth, an innate artifact, it can mobilize the power contained in the magic weapon, and only a perfectly matched innate artifact can do this. Meng Fan thought about it and then said

"Do you know who I am?"

"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, in the near future, the master will know who he is, the time has not yet come, and the old slave can't say it, this is the destiny of heaven!" The red-haired old man shook his head and didn't dare to explain more

"Okay" Mengfan is helpless, then he can only do this first, and then solve the matter later, or go out first, he doesn't have the kung fu to talk nonsense here, he needs to gain strength and return to his hometown to save his people.

"Senior, can you tell me how to get out?" Meng Fan asked and looked at the red-haired old man

"My king, you really torture the old minister, you can call the old minister Rakshasa, if the master wants to leave this place, you just need to silently recite the "Wasa Moye" in your heart. ”

Mengfan's heart moved, his eyes slowly opened, and he saw Wang Fatzi and Chen Mazi staring at him quietly like stone sculptures.

Meng Fan couldn't help but shudder in his heart, "What's wrong with these two people?"

"Hey, what are you two doing?" Meng Fan wondered

"What are you asking us for? What are we going to ask you for? Look at what time has this been?"

At this time, the sky is sunset and dusk, the afterglow of the sunset shines on the whole "Tibetan Sword Pavilion" is extremely dim, and the whole Tibetan Sword Pavilion is like a classical platform under the leisurely light, elegant and solemn to show the ancient charm.

"Recognize the Lord?" Wang Fatzi patted Mengfan on the shoulder, and looked at him evilly with ill intentions

In fact, the current Wang Fat Man is extremely happy in his heart, because his brother just took a treasure from someone else for nothing, and he doesn't have to pay for it himself, and he calls it a "Cool, Cool, Cool!"

Meng Fan nodded slightly

"Now that the destined person has been found, do you need anything else?" Chen Mazi said as he looked at the two who were laughing and playing

“emmm。。。。 Come on, since my brothers have found what they want, then let's come here today, and come back next time," Wang Fatzi said pretending to be at a loss

Chen Mazi was so angry when he saw this!"Although you didn't take this baby, but how can you say that our pawnshop cut the meat, how can there be such a shameless person?"

But he is not easy to say, as the old saying goes: the customer is our grandfather, is it not enough?!!

In this way, Chen Mazi led the two masters out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion

At the door of the "Xinqing Pawnshop", the two of them boarded the little donkey one after the other, and disappeared as soon as they were happy.

"Done?"

"Yes, master, according to the original plan, I have handed over the things to that young man!" At this time, a figure slowly walked out from behind Chen Mazi.

"Good," said the man, and vanished into the silence of the night.

On the way home, the two men talked about the unsightly iron rod

"Mengfan, what do you say is that, doesn't it look like a broken iron rod?" asked Wang Fatzi suspiciously, looking at Mengfan who was quietly looking at the night sky behind him.

"I don't know, anyway, it's a red-bearded old man, what kind of Rakshasa is called, and then he inexplicably recognized me as the master," Meng Fan muttered.

He knew in his heart that the less people knew about this matter, the better, because this iron rod was an innate artifact, and now he didn't have the strength to protect such an artifact, if he let some great powers know that he had such a treasure in his hands, he wouldn't know how to die.

But Wang Fatzi is different, because they are good brothers, if it weren't for Wang Fatzi, he might have died, not to mention that he still has such a magic weapon.

"So cowhide, then we must keep this matter secret, this is really a treasure, don't let the third person know, otherwise there will be a fatal disaster, understand?" Wang Fatzi reminded

Hearing this, Meng Fan's heart suddenly swelled up with warmth, since he came to this world, he has always been wary of everything. But now he has a real brother, a brother who saved him, a brother who thinks about him everywhere, and he hasn't wanted to open his heart like this for a long, long time.

At that moment, a warm tear flowed from the corner of his eye

"Mengfan, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak?" Wang Fatzi was puzzled and wanted to look at the back

"I don't have any eyes in the sand," Meng Fan wiped away his tears and pretended to be calm

"Well, let's go home, hahaha, I smile proudly, I smile proudly... Wang Fatzi hummed happily and stepped on the accelerator with his feet, and the little donkey rushed forward as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Okay, let's go home" Mengfan behind him also responded with a happy smile.

(The second is more respectful, thank you for your support)