In the originally cloudy eyes of the unjust Daoist, there seemed to be a divine light blooming, and the uneven Daoist slowly came to the front of the pile of magic weapons, took a deep breath, and let his state reach the peak.

At the same time, keep your mind, the goal of the unjust Taoist people, put on a wooden sword, this wooden sword is unremarkable, and even black, if it is not in this magic weapon pile, I will think that this wooden sword has accidentally fallen into the fire and was burned like this.

This wooden sword is like water that has been scorched, but the people of the uneven Dao have felt the extraordinaryness of this wooden sword, this wooden sword is a medium-grade magic weapon, and the unjust people dare to be the first.

If he wants to do something, he will do what others dare not do, he just wants to challenge himself and get this wooden sword in his hands, and the more eager he is to become stronger, the more difficulties he will feel when he wants to get these magic weapons.

On the contrary, if some people disdain these magic weapons, on the contrary, it will receive less resistance, Feng Sanyan's breathing began to become rapid, and Feng Sanyan's heart was beating non-stop, like a young girl with a spring meeting her lover.

Feng Sanyan looked at the unjust Daoist without blinking, Feng Sanyan naturally hoped that the unjust Daoist could succeed, but the owner of this underground palace was too weird and unpredictable, and the other party seemed to be very powerful, and it was still unknown whether the unjust Daoist could succeed.

The Unjust Daoist had already stretched out his hand and slowly grabbed the wooden sword, and Feng Sanyan's heart also hung high with the movements of the Unjust Daoist.

In the end, Feng Sanyan saw that the unjust Daoist had already grasped this wooden sword in his hand, and waved it twice, as if there was a thunder light flickering in the darkness, and the wooden sword was definitely made of thunder splitting wood.

And it is still possible to thunder wood for hundreds or even thousands of years, these things are particularly useful for some dirty things, and don't look at it It seems to be just a wooden sword, but it is unusually strong.

It is definitely not half as fragile as those made of iron and copper, otherwise it would never be called a medium-grade magic weapon.

After the unjust Taoist took this wooden sword in his hand again, he closed his eyes and said nothing, at this time, he must not talk to others, relax his mind, he must concentrate and calm down, and put all his attention in his own body.

That is, Lingtai, the first man to get this axe just now, because after getting this thing, he didn't think that he would be eroded by a force, but when he got this thing, he was still making loud noises with others, and his attention had long been distracted, so this force almost didn't block too much, and it directly invaded his mind.

Feng Sanyan couldn't feel what the unfair Daoist had gone through, but he just saw that the uneven Daoist's brows had been twisted into a Sichuan character, which showed that the Unjust Daoist must be resisting a huge temptation.

At this moment, some of the things that he longed for the most appeared in the minds of the unjust people, and among these most desired things there was a woman, this woman was like a fairy in the sky, she was dressed in purple and fluttering, and some ribbons fell on the face of the unjust people.

Let the unjust Taoist seem to really see such a woman in front of him, the unjust Taoist gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in his consciousness, guarding his mind.

In fact, the resistance of the unjust people to these treasures is much stronger than others, the unjust people have experienced too many things in this life, they were abandoned by their parents before, and they grew up in Longhu Mountain since childhood.

Later, he went down the mountain in Longhu Mountain to practice, rescued a lot of people, and met the clavicle fairy, which led to this series of accidents.

From a genius in Longhu Mountain, to his leg being scrapped overnight, becoming a cripple, and his cultivation has regressed,

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Become a sloppy and sloppy little Taoist priest who no one cares about.

This kind of gap does not have a huge psychological capacity, and it may not be able to stand up, and the unjust people have experienced these difficulties, and their hearts have already been sharpened and unmoved.

Looking at these temptations at this moment, the unjust Taoist is like a passerby, he watches the prosperity in his eyes pass by him, and his heart is not sad or happy.

At the same time, when I was in the Dragon Palace of Dongting Lake, in the last room, the group of people from the Unjust Daoist met a strange old man, and this old man arranged a fantasy world, so that the Unjust Daoist people were all silent in the illusion.

The uneven Daoist can wake up from the illusion, and it is also some foreshadowing for the unjust Daoist to get this magic weapon now, it is this kind of eyes that make the unjust Daoist suddenly open, and there is a light that ordinary people can't look at directly.

Only then did the unjust Daoist realize that his forehead had been wet with sweat at some point, and even a few strands of hair were directly attached to his scalp.

But the unjust Daoist didn't feel embarrassed at all, but his eyes showed some joy, he succeeded, and the unjust Daoist could feel that he could already communicate with this wooden sword.

This wooden sword is connected with his own heart, and it can be regarded as a magic weapon that truly belongs to him, but before the people of the Fair Dao have time to be happy, they feel the ground shake.

Some dust fell on the robes of Feng Sanyan and the two of them, could it be that the battle above was going on to a certain intensity?

Feng Sanyan came to the front of the unjust Daoist and said happily: "Congratulations to the master for getting a medium-grade magic weapon." ”

The uneven Taoist bowed slightly, although he was happy in his heart, but he didn't show too much, this medium-grade magic weapon may be a heavy treasure for other people.

But for the unjust Daoists, the medium-grade magic weapon is just a tool that is currently useful for themselves, and they don't see it much, which is the difference between the vision of the unjust Daoist and others.

No matter what you say, the unjust Daoist is a person from Longhu Mountain after all, and he was also a genius of Longhu Mountain before, and he was cultivated by everyone.

His own master even regarded himself as the next head, and at that time, all the heavenly and earthly treasures, and the unjust Dao people were almost not rare.

If it weren't for the fact that the unjust Dao people were still young at that time, and the elders in the sect were afraid that the unjust Dao people would not be able to control this medium-grade magic weapon, the middle-grade magic weapon would have been possessed by the unequal Daoists when they were very young.

The unjust people felt that the reason why the owner of this underground palace had such a thing was not for no reason, but because there was another deep meaning.

Only when you really pay something do you know how difficult it is to get, and it is precisely because of this that the unjust people seem to have a special bond with this wooden sword in their hands.

The people of the Unjust Dao could feel that their wooden sword contained the power of surging thunder and lightning, and the magic weapons here seemed to be much stronger than those magic weapons circulating outside.

This made the people of the unjust Dao even more curious about the owner of this underground palace, who could have such a skill.

The unjust Daoist asked himself that he had also come into contact with those so-called strong people, and even the Yuanying strong Unjust Daoist people had been fortunate enough to meet a few times.

It was the Supreme Elder of Longhu Mountain, and at that time, the Supreme Elder had talked to him a few times.

The unjust Dao people found that the Jindan powerhouse might be a little domineering, but most of the Yuanying powerhouses were all very calm, as if they didn't put anything in their hearts at all.

If there is no obstacle in the heart, there is no fear, it is a kind of real way to let yourself integrate the surrounding void and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and there is no way to compare with the Jindan powerhouse.

Not at that time

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When Pingdao people faced Elder Taishang, they could only feel tranquility, as if they were doing nothing, as long as they stayed by Elder Taishang's side, they could feel a kind of peace of mind.

"Three eyes, you also choose a magic weapon of your own here, there is no need to think carefully about whether this is a low-grade magic weapon or a medium-grade magic weapon, you look at the past casually, you think which thing is most attractive to you, you choose which, that thing is related to you, I think it will naturally help you." The unjust Daoist said to Feng Sanyan.

Feng Sanyan bowed slightly, if it was someone else, I am afraid he would say to Feng Sanyan, don't take such a risk, try to choose a low-grade magic weapon, after all, Feng Sanyan's current cultivation realm has not even reached the awakening level, so it is indeed a bit risky to come here to choose a magic weapon.

It's just that the unequal people think differently from others, and the things here do test a person's willpower, not his mana, and the unequal people deeply understand their own apprentice.

If it is a competition of mana, the unjust people will never let Feng Sanyan take risks, but if it is just a simple competition of willpower, Feng Sanyan will definitely be able to withstand these tests, and Feng Sanyan's resistance to temptation has already been formed.

When he was in the Dragon Palace of Dongting Lake, Feng Sanyan held the treasure that all cultivators in the world wanted, the Dragon Ball, but at that time, Feng Sanyan did not have the slightest pain and hesitation, and directly destroyed the Dragon Ball.

Feng Sanyan knew that leaving this thing on his body would only cause blood, and destroying it was the best way to calm things down.

In addition, Feng Sanyan has also faced a lot of temptations along the way, and Feng Sanyan's nature is free and loose, he will not be obsessed with these things outside his body in the world.

Feng Sanyan listened to what the unjust Taoist said, and came to this pile of magic weapons similar to a small mountain, and searched carefully, he emptied his mind and felt it carefully.

He wanted to feel if something would call him, and if he really had a relationship with that thing, that thing would feel that he was already here, and it would surely call him over.

Everything in this world comes from the word fate, Feng Sanyan closed his eyes, until two minutes later, his eyes were still pitch black, and nothing appeared.

Just when Feng Sanyan thought that none of the things here were related to him, Feng Sanyan suddenly found that there was something in his mind that was slowly emitting a faint light in his mind.

This glimmer of light seemed to have some magic power attracting Feng Sanyan, making Feng Sanyan close his eyes, but his body couldn't help but move, Feng Sanyan came to this pile of treasures with his eyes closed.

Lifting some treasures, and then reaching out and taking an object into his hand, the unjust Daoist looked at the thing in Feng Sanyan's hand and showed some surprise.

And Feng Sanyan also opened his eyes at this moment, lowered his head and looked at the item in his hand, only to find that this was actually a three-legged small tripod.

This three-legged tripod is a dome posture, giving people a very simple and atmospheric feeling, although this small tripod is almost the size of a baby's fist.

But Feng Sanyan could feel the heavy weight, not only that, but Feng Sanyan's blood seemed to be boiling because of this little ding.

Before Feng Sanyan could carefully figure out what the magic weapon he had chosen was for, he sensed that there was a power flowing through his blood and body.

Feng Sanyan naturally understood that it must be that kind of power was coming, Feng Sanyan immediately sat cross-legged, guarding his mind, and did not dare to relax for a moment.

And the uneven Taoist was protecting Feng Sanyan on the side, and he couldn't help but secretly get nervous, and even fine sweat broke out on his forehead again.

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