After magnification, it can be turned into a dementor more than five feet long and the thickness of a goose egg, and Wen Xiaotian gave the name of a dragon stick, but it is very suitable. On the first hair stick, because of the imprint of one by one, the protrusions formed are linked to each other, and the lines formed are like a dragon coiled on the stick.

The stick became bigger, smaller, thicker, thinner, all these changes were changed according to Wen Xiaotian's will. Large, small, thick, and thin changes as expected, under Wen Xiaotian's thoughts, the Panlong stick has become the shape of a 'stick' bat, which is extremely sharp with one hand.

After weighing the weight of the dragon stick, Wen Xiaotian was extremely satisfied. To say that the regret is nothing more than a little dragon stick is the largest but only five feet long, compared with the Ruyi golden hoop 'stick' of the monkey, but it is a heaven and a place, and there is not much qualification for comparison.

"Beaulieu stick...... If you have a chance in the future, you will have to compare with the golden hoop 'stick' to see which one is more powerful! Muttering to himself, Wen Xiaotian put away the dragon stick.

Whether it is stick or swordsmanship, Wen Xiaotian is not lacking. These trivial matters do not need to be paid attention to at all. His martial arts concept is enough to control all the blades, and his martial arts concept also covers almost all martial arts skills, all skills, all blades, can be at your fingertips.

No matter what, in his hands, it can exert the ultimate power.

Out of the yard, the sky is bright, the monkey little gray is riding a big yellow dog all over the mountain 'chaos', a burst of "Wang" and "squeak" sound into a piece, filling the mountains. Tian Ling'er stepped on the red 'colored' amber silk and chased behind the buttocks of monkeys and dogs, chasing extremely tightly.

"Monkey, you have a kind of don't run!"

Tian Ling'er's threatening voice came, and the little gray slapped the rhubarb's dog head hard, and the rhubarb flew away, and the speed was no slower than Tian Ling'er, who was flying with a magic weapon. Soon, the target of Tian Ling'er's threat became Rhubarb...... "Dead dog, if you don't stop, I'll let my mother stew you and eat 'meat'......"

This threat is fierce and powerful enough, and Rhubarb is in the spirit of the two poles of the Dead Dao Friend Immortal Poor Dao, and he braked sharply and stopped his figure. Little Gray almost fell off Rhubarb's back, and just jumped up, and before he could run, the red 'colored' amber Zhu Aya killed.

Amber Zhu Aya unfolded, enough to wrap it around the little gray ash quickly, and wrapped the little gray ash between breaths, just 'exposed' a head outside, looking at Tian Ling'er very innocently. Tian Ling'er ran to Little Gray with a grin, and flicked the monkey several brains.

"Monkey, let you run again! Run, you? ”

"Twitter ......"

Well, the dead dog of Rhubarb is still not righteous enough, at this time, he reversed the kind of joy he had when he ran just now, lowered his eyebrows and stretched out his wet tongue, and gave Tian Ling'er an all-round three-dimensional kneeling 'lick'. The dog has a natural advantage in slapping the horse, and after Tian Ling'er grabbed the monkey, he let it go.

Wen Xiaotian witnessed the whole process of the fight just now, 'touching' his chin and thinking nonsense...... "If this Tian Ling'er had another Hot Wheel, and a fire-tipped gun, it would be perfect." Gee...... By the way, there must be a Qiankun circle! "The four magic weapons are complete, and that is the third prince.

Probably Xiao Ding absorbed the inspiration of the third prince Nezha to create Tian Ling'er, right?

He Tian Ling'er said hello and went into the kitchen together, and it wasn't long before it was time to eat. Tian Buyi and Su Ru didn't come early or late, so that they didn't let the disciples wait for themselves, and they didn't wait for the disciples themselves, the meal had just come out of the pot, and it tasted just right, not hot and not cold.

After a meal, Tian Buyi asked Du Bishu about something. As a master, some of the performances of his disciples will be seen in his eyes and remembered in his heart.

In the past few days, Du Bishu has been dancing and playing with dishes in the kitchen, and the pots and pans have suffered. Tian Buyi said: "Sixth, I see that you have been tossing in the kitchen for the past few days, have you made some breakthroughs in cultivation?" ”

Du Bishu said embarrassedly: "This disciple doesn't know very well, but he feels that he can control those dishes recently, so he ...... it."

Tian Buyi's husband and 'woman' glanced at each other, and both of them were pleased.

Among these disciples, the sixth child's talent should be said to be the best, that is, he has a 'fault' of gambling and laziness. If the wisdom of the body is brought into play, there is great potential for development on the path of cultivation. No, the sixth came from behind, and he was on the same level as the fourth at once.

The remaining second, third and fifth children, Tian Buyi ignored them.

I didn't have that qualification, so I just raised pigs at that time. Tian Buyi nodded and said, "Well, the boundary between the third and fourth layers of Taiji Xuanqing Dao is not very clear, looking at your appearance, it should be that you have just entered the fourth layer realm...... In this way, pack up and go down the mountain tomorrow. ”

Du Bishu was so happy, but he forced a reluctant constipation expression on his face, which made Tian Buyi snort. Su Ru set her sights on Wen Xiaotian.

Su Ru said: "Xiaotian, these days, you have been refining the magic weapon by yourself, what is it, show it to everyone!" ”

Su Ru is very clear about this matter, after all, the books that Wen Xiaotian read are still asking Su Ru for them. This **** returned the book, and the progress of his magic weapon refining could not be concealed at all. Su Ru is a 'shrewd' person, and just by calculating the days, she knows that it is almost the same.

"Okay......"

Wen Xiaotian did not refuse, put his magic weapon Panlong stick on the table, and everyone looked at it and found that it was a thin needle that was only two inches long, and his face was dark, and he looked at each other. Wen Xiaotian introduced: "This magic weapon, I named it the Panlong Stick...... Look at it. ”

Wen Xiaotian stretched out two fingers and pinched the dragon stick, which suddenly became three feet long, one thick and the other thin, and the stick was like a dragon coiled on it. Wen Xiaotian carried a stick to show everyone some, and Tian Buyi's face choked fiercely.

The magic weapon of Da Zhufeng is wonderful, the shape of Wen Xiaotian's stick, how evil it looks.

Su Ru supported her forehead.

The shape of this magic weapon is also too ugly, compared to the fairy sword, one heaven and one earth. But since Wen Xiaotian refined the magic weapon into this shape, there must be a reason Su Ru found a reason for Wen Xiaotian to excuse herself, so she asked, "Xiaotian, why is your magic weapon like this?" ”

"That's a long story...... Originally, this was an ordinary, black stick with no special color, and the material was not very clear, but I just felt extraordinary, so I brought it back......"

Wen Xiaotian unhurriedly told the origin of the dementor, and then instilled the concept of practicality first to everyone, saying that the bells and whistles in the 'flowers' are useless, only sturdy, easy to use and durable, is fundamental. Although this is reasonable, it is certain that Dazhufeng will be ridiculed in the future.

And Wen Xiaotian himself didn't feel that this magic weapon was ugly.

Look at this shape, how majestic it is, not stronger than the fairy sword?

"Xiaotian, you can dance for everyone!"

"Okay."

It was rare for everyone to be happy, and Wen Xiaotian didn't want to sincerely disappoint everyone's fun, so he stepped back a little, and stood in the open space, the dragon stick danced with Wen Xiaotian's arm, and when he landed, the evil wind was blowing, and the aura between heaven and earth was stirred by this evil wind, and the audience was a little unable to open their eyes.

Extremely simple actions such as swinging, smashing, sweeping, and stabbing make Wen Xiaotian's image like a god of war rooted in people's hearts.

Tough! It's so tough!

This kind of toughness is extremely incommensurate with Wen Xiaotian's size, and people who watch it are fascinated.

Su Ru saw the rise and said loudly: "Dance with all your might." ”

"Okay."

Wen Xiaotian jumped up, walked out of the yard, swallowed a whale, all the air around him entered his body, his 'chest' cavity bulged like a ball, and there was a clear "coo-dong" sound, which fell down in a dull manner, and Wen Xiaotian's whole body skin and 'flesh' became a deep purple 'color', and under the purple 'color' skin, one by one black 'color' lines spread.

The black lines without a trace of impurities, from the spine downwards, branched out towards the surrounding branches, along the veins of muscle and flesh, spreading, these black 'colored' lines actually crawled all over Wen Xiaotian's body, even the back of his hands and face, there are also the same black 'color' lines. These lines give Wen Xiaotian's face a very unique temperament.

Long hair flies and pupils constrict.

The purple 'colored' blood filled the pupils, making Wen Xiaotian's eyes 'shoot' a dazzling purple 'color' light, and the light poked out of the eyes about half a foot, and between the opening and closing of the eyes, the light flickered, with a terrifying momentum. With a scream in his mouth, Wen Xiaotian's figure rose into the air, and a black dragon stick danced out of a black shadow.

"Hoo ......"

A vicious wind came from top to bottom, raising dust from the ground like morning mist. As soon as everyone in the dining room walked out, they felt the coldness on their faces. This is such a great power, the stick has not fallen, the momentum has already come, it is really the first to take the lead.

"Bang ......"

With the help of the gravitational acceleration from top to bottom, and the speed at which Wen Xiaotian swooped down, the Panlong stick first smashed to the ground, followed by Wen Xiaotian also smashed to the ground.

The ground tumbled at the same time as the dragon stick fell. An invisible and insubstantial force, which could reach all directions, spread into the ground, and then spread out, making the soil of the courtyard outside the dining room suddenly become extremely soft, as if it had been plowed by someone.

Wen Xiaotian's legs silently 'inserted' into the soil, directly into his knees.

Wen Xiaotian raised his head, the black 'color' lines and dark purple 'color' on his face had faded, and his eyes had returned to their usual appearance, and he said to Su Ru: "Mother, what do you think of this blow?" ”