He didn't expect that he would have his own weapon so soon, and he never imagined what kind of weapon he would use. But he regretted it a little as soon as he said it, because although he didn't know what weapon he wanted, he didn't want his eldest brother Zhao Long to know that he didn't know, which would make his eldest brother feel that he had no opinion. Zhao Feng didn't want his eldest brother to look down on him.

Zhao Feng pointed to a wooden shelf in front of him where the spirit weapon was placed, "I want that!" The tone was firm, as if he had finally discovered his favorite weapon and would never change it.

Zhao Long looked in the direction pointed by Zhao Feng, and saw a ball of Qi wrapped around a stick, on which were carved with fierce demon beasts, spiritual flowers and plants, and blue clouds. This is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, Zhao Long didn't find it at first, but he asked Zhao Feng to point out this weapon at once, and the shock in his heart didn't know how to describe it, thinking that it was just a coincidence.

Although the stick is called "the length of a hundred soldiers", compared with weapons such as swords and other weapons, the lethality is not strong, the stick method is also extremely changeable, there is almost no fixed move practice, so it is difficult to practice the highest and deeper realm, and there are very few people who use the stick as a weapon, which also leads to the fact that the stick method is also rare, and the powerful stick method is difficult to encounter, which is also the reason why Zhao Long frowned slightly, however, I think that the younger brother can't use the profound and powerful exercise cheats, so thinking about it, in fact, the stick is quite suitable for him.

"Little brother, you really have a good eye, although the ones placed here are spiritual weapons, almost all of them are low-grade spiritual weapons, only a few medium-grade spiritual weapons, but I didn't expect to recognize a medium-grade spiritual weapon at a glance." Zhao Long said with some surprise, and kept looking at his little brother's face, wanting to see if it was a coincidence, or if his little brother really recognized the medium-grade spirit weapon?

After staring at it for a while, he didn't find anything, Zhao Feng just replied: "Oh." Zhao Long gave up, and his little brother was still like that.

Generally speaking, the biggest difference between a spiritual weapon and a treasure weapon is that the spiritual weapon has a spirit, and the treasure weapon is a dead thing after all. This spiritual weapon can't feel the spirituality contained in it, it's just more and sharper than the ordinary treasure weapon, but if it doesn't have spirituality, it's even inferior to a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Seeing Zhao Long and Zhao Feng coming, the beautiful maid who had just led the two of them here naturally found out what the goal of the two of them was, and hurried over.

"Young Master Zhao has taken a fancy to this weapon?"

"My little brother likes it and bought it for him to defend himself, but why do I obviously feel the breath of a medium-grade spiritual weapon from this spiritual weapon, but it doesn't seem to have spirituality, so it won't be a defective product." Zhao Long's indifferent tone exposed the shortcomings of this spiritual weapon, and naturally he didn't want to be deceived.

"Young Master Zhao's younger brother is really blessed to have such a good brother." The maid smiled at Zhao Feng, a scene of a big sister to a little brother, but it didn't attract Zhao Feng's attention. The maid didn't keep pestering Zhao Feng, because Zhao Feng was the stupid son of the city lord, and everyone in this mountain and sea city knew it, and obviously she was no exception.

The maid didn't deny it, but looked like it should have been, as if she had guessed that Zhao Long had discovered the problem, "Young Master Zhao is really like a torch, and he can see the flaws of this spiritual weapon at a glance, it is indeed as Young Master Zhao saw, this spiritual weapon is indeed flawed, but this spiritual weapon used to be a high-grade spiritual weapon before, if Young Master Zhao wants it, the minimum is 100,000 yuan stone, and it can't be less." ”

"100,000 yuan stone, you can buy a good medium-grade spiritual weapon, are you cheating on me." Zhao Long deliberately lowered his voice, not as soft as just now.

The maid hurriedly denied: "Don't dare, how dare the little girl deceive Young Master Zhao, it's just that this spiritual weapon is really hard to come by." ”

Zhao Feng watched the maid wave his hand and deny it, he thought of the octopus.

"Tell me about it."

"The former owner of this spiritual weapon is also a strong man, honing his stick skills everywhere, provoking more and more enemies, and finally being besieged, the owner died, this spiritual weapon was also hit hard, the spirit was lost, and a shell was left empty, but aside from other things, this spiritual weapon is also the material of the high-grade spiritual weapon, and the 100,000 yuan stone is really our last bottom line."

Zhao Feng has no concept of 100,000 yuan stones, he is the second son of the city lord, he usually has what he wants, he never needs to think about Yuan Shi, he only knows that there are many Yuan stones at home, so much that he doesn't have to worry.

Zhao Long threw a storage bag to the maid, "There are 100,000 yuan stones in here, and the storage bag is also given to you, I want this spiritual weapon." ”

The appearance of the storage bag is just a small bag, but the space inside is very large, the larger the space, the higher the price of the storage bag, which allows people to carry a lot of necessary things, which is very convenient, of course, a storage bag is also expensive.

When the maid heard that the storage bag was given directly to herself, she was naturally excited and hurriedly agreed.

"Little brother, this spiritual weapon will be your weapon in the future, go and take it down."

Zhao Feng picked up this three-foot-long stick, and the moment he picked it up, a ball of Qi flowed into his body from Zhao Feng's palm like a small snake......

"My past is a mess ......"

Zhao Feng has lived for thirteen years, and he has always been in a state of confusion, the one in the past, looking back at the past, he is like a stranger, similar is the same name, the same appearance. If someone asks him what he used to eat or watch, he won't know.

But now he still remembers that he was picked up by Xiaolan in the morning, she was said to be a fool, he had dinner with his mother, and his mother cried, and he still remembered that his brother Zhao Long bought himself a sugar gourd.

He couldn't tell himself, his body seemed to have changed somehow, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"Celestial Stick." It seemed to others to be just a moment, and then a name came out of his mouth, the name he gave to the artifact.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhao Feng doesn't look like a fool at this moment, this is what Zhao Long and the maid both saw and thought.

"Good name." The maid knew that Zhao Feng was Zhao Long's younger brother, so she naturally wanted to compliment her at this time. "By the way, there is another point, because this spiritual weapon has no spirituality, it cannot drip blood to recognize the master, that is to say, it cannot be collected into one's body."

When the weapon enters the spiritual weapon level, it can be used to recognize the owner with blood and put it into his body, which is also the biggest difference from the treasure, after the blood is recognized, the weapon is like a part of his body, and he can use it as he wishes, but now this spiritual weapon cannot be included in the body, and the value is naturally greatly reduced, but Zhao Feng doesn't care.

……

Coming out of the weapon shop, Zhao Feng was carrying a heavenly stick behind him, and wrapped it with a layer of gray cloth on the outside to prevent it from being too eye-catching.

He seems to have discovered something different about himself today, and he will always carry the Celestial Stick on his back in the future, as if it were on his back. In the future, when Shanhai City mentions the silly son of the city lord, he will become a fool with a stick on his back.

……

Back at the City Lord's Mansion, Zhao Feng was very happy, Zhao Long was still thinking about the unusual place of his little brother along the way, but in the end he had no clue.

However, he met Zhao Wouji, the commander of the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, and Zhao Long no longer thought about it, and told Commander Zhao about his experience in the Tibetan Ancient Mountains, and by the way, he asked about some problems encountered in cultivation.

Zhao Wouji is the commander of the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, and he is also the person whose strength in this Shanhai City is second only to the City Lord Zhao Gu, and his strength is strong, and when the City Lord is away, he sits in the City Lord's Mansion and guards here.

Zhao Long naturally asked some cultivation questions from time to time, for these Zhao Feng naturally would not participate, rather than listening to those things he didn't understand, it was better to sleep or call Xiaolan and let her.

Zhao Wou-Ki is an unsmiling person on weekdays, and he is even more serious about Zhao Long's cultivation, and his cultivation is no trivial matter, and he must not be sloppy. Zhao Long listened very carefully, Zhao Feng had also tried to know why his brother liked to listen to Zhao Wouji so much, he also listened for a while, and a butterfly flew next to him to attract his attention, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

For Zhao Feng, facing a cold face and what he wants to pay attention to will not be regarded in the same position at all, because he will not hesitate to choose the latter.

For Zhao Feng, Zao Wou-Ki was a subordinate with a higher level of guarding the safety of the City Lord's Mansion.

Walking back to the room, Zhao Feng was tired and wanted to sleep, so he lay down and was about to fall asleep, when the maid Xiaolan saw not only: "Young master, why are you sleeping with a stick on your back?" ”

"This is the Hun Tian stick that my brother Zhao Long bought for me today, I like it very much."

"If you like it, you have to put it down before you can sleep."

"What I like, why should I put it down, I don't want to let go, this is what my brother bought for me." said that he still put it in his arms, for fear that others would take it away and not give it to him.

"What a fool, how can the young master sleep like this? Put it down, put it down! Xiaolan stretched out her hand to take down the armillary stick and put it aside, but Zhao Feng obviously didn't listen.

Zhao Feng looked at Xiaolan, then at the armillary stick in his arms, and said hesitantly, "Okay then." ”

Night, starry.

Zhao Feng felt that everything around him had become illusory, he couldn't hear or see, it was just a feeling, which exploded from his mind, and in the chaos opened up and down, the upper rose up, the lower sank, and in the middle was an empty space, the higher the upper rise, the lower the lower the bottom, the bigger the emptiness.

"Okay, young master, go to sleep, it's already a little dark, go to bed early."

The night has sunk, and at this time the city lord's mansion is very quiet, like a pool of autumn water, the waves are not alarmed, the guards have already slept, only a few people are still nodding at their posts, and they can barely fall to the ground by relying on the spear in their hands.

A ghostly figure of a black shadow covered the guard's nose and twisted his neck, and the guard fell, silently and cleanly, and a discerning person knew at a glance that this was an experienced killer.