After tying up the middle man and the braids, Mo Gan's gaze fell on the box.

This is the treasure that took them five days to find, and now it is his possession.

Mo Qian took the box, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it.

In the box, a rusty iron rod lay quietly.

There was not the slightest aura fluctuation on the iron rod, and it looked the slightest difference from an ordinary iron rod.

"I'll go, and I'll break the rod after a long time?" Mo Gan complained as he took out the iron rod.

Lingwu Lingwu, naturally, refers to a weapon that has its own aura, and now that this weapon has no aura, can it still be called Lingwu?

However, as soon as the iron rod was in his hands, the system sound sounded.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the king-level lower grade Lingwu, the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick. 】

"Oh, the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, the king-level inferior product?"

When Mo Qian heard this, he was immediately overjoyed.

He suddenly had a feeling that Sun Wukong had just entered the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea!

At the beginning, the dragon king thought that the golden hoop rod was a piece of scrap iron, but the monkey gave an order, and the scrap iron immediately took off the rust and turned into a golden hoop rod alive.

"Haha, just now I was thinking about refining a golden hoop stick, but I didn't expect the golden hoop stick to be sent to the door. Come on, golden hoop stick, make a big one for you, don't stab the sky, it's enough to be able to stand up to the plane. ”

Thinking of the ability of the golden hoop stick to follow the big and small, Mo Gan also thought about it, and immediately ordered it.

However, Mo Gan waited for a long time, and not only did the golden hoop stick in his hand not get bigger, but not even a piece of rust fell off.

"Hey, what about the Ruyi that you said, why doesn't it change?" Mo Gan's face was depressed.

Just then, the system sound started again.

[Ding, I found two copies of spiritual skills that are matched with the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, do I need to learn the host?]

After being reminded by the system, Mo Qian found that there were still two books in the box.

One of them is the Seventy-Two Ways of Ruyi Stick Method. And the other one is called "Ruyitong".

Look at the meaning, you must learn this "Ruyi Tong" in order to control this Ruyi golden hoop stick at will.

"Learn, systematically, learn for me immediately. Having understood the crux of the problem, Mo Gan's face was suddenly full of anticipation.

[Ding, the seventy-two ways of wishful stick method were successfully learned, and one million gold coins were consumed. The host can now use any club-type weapon. 】

[Ding, Ruyitong successfully learned, consuming one million gold coins. The host can now control the Wishful Golden Hoop at will. 】

When the sound of the system fell, Mo Qian suddenly felt that the stick in his hand had a trace of induction with himself.

So, he didn't delay any longer, and directly commanded.

"Big, give Lao Tzu a big one. ”

As Mo Gan's voice fell, the golden hoop stick in his hand suddenly rose against the wind, and in the blink of an eye, the golden hoop stick pierced through the dense forest above his head and rushed to the sky.

"Little Brother Mo, what is this?"

Just when Mo Gan was excited, a gentle voice came.

Mo Qianxun followed the prestige and saw Wen Bingning standing aside, staring at the enlarged golden hoop stick in a silent daze with a surprised expression.

"Haha, this is the Lingwu that the three of them dug for dozens of miles to find. Ning'er, this thing is obedient, if you make it bigger, it will get bigger, and if you make it smaller, it will become smaller. Why don't you try it?" Mo Qian came to Wen Bingning's side and said very earnestly.

"Is it really that amazing?" Wen Bingning said when he heard it, feeling that it was really incredible.

"It's so magical, you try. Mo Gan continued to instigate.

Wen Bingning was also a little moved when he heard this. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly opened her mouth.

"Small, get smaller. ”

Wen Bingning's voice was very soft, but the ears of the golden hoop stick were very good.

As soon as Wen Bingning's voice fell, the momentum of the golden hoop rod rising against the wind suddenly stopped.

Then, the golden rod began to shrink rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it became the size of a magic wand.

"Wow, this Lingwu is so fun. ”

Wen Bingning held the golden hoop stick in his hand and waved it like his own magic wand.

So, tied to a tree and braided into the sky, he suffered.

With a wave of Wen Bingning's finger, Chaotian's pigtail was directly frozen into a statue and fainted.

Before fainting, Chaotianbraid had only one thought, and that was why did he kidnap Miss Wen?

If they hadn't kidnapped Miss Wen, they wouldn't have provoked such a good young man who was happy to help others, and if they came directly to hunt for treasures, then this Lingwu that could become bigger and smaller would be theirs.

This thing, not to mention five million, is only enough for them to send a representative to touch it.

"Feeling better?" After a while of playing, Wen Bingning's face returned to normal, thinking about it, An Lang's matter caused her a lot of psychological shadows.

"Well, thank you, little Brother Mo, this Lingwu will be returned to you. ”

Wen Bingning said, handing over the golden hoop wand that had become the size of a magic wand to Mo Gan's hand, and there was no reluctance in her eyes.

"Ning'er, don't worry, Brother Mo will definitely find Na An Lang to avenge you. Speaking of this, Mo Qian touched Wen Bingning's head very lovingly.

He likes this gentle and well-behaved little girl from the bottom of his heart, wants to protect her, cares for her, and doesn't want her to be hurt and wronged in the slightest.

"Little Brother Mo, this matter is very complicated, I still go home and tell my father, and wait for him to make a decision. Wen Bingning smiled and spoke.

"What? You don't believe in Little Brother Mo's ability?" Mo Qian could see Wen Bingning's thoughts at a glance, she didn't want to let herself take risks alone.

"Come, tell me, what kind of strength is this An Lang?" Mo Gan crossed his hands on his hips and put on a posture of Lao Tzu's number one in the world.

When Wen Bingning saw him like this, she laughed out loud with a "poof".

"An Lang is not very strong, the Spirit King is only the third order. Wen Bingning said An Lang's cultivation.

When Mo Gan heard this, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

It's not because he's afraid of the third order of the Spirit King, but he didn't expect that An Lang's cultivation is so strong, you know, there is not a single Spirit King in the entire Qingfeng Town.

The strongest is only the sixth order of the Spirit Sect, and the sixth order of the Spirit Sect is not their Mo family.

"Hmph, it's only the third-order Spirit King, and Brother Mo will blow him up like him. Mo Gan's expression returned to normal, and once again put on the appearance of being the best in the world.

He was actually secretly glad that he didn't knock on the door immediately, otherwise, he would have given away someone's head.

However, since you know the other party's cultivation, you have to kill the monster well, and then upgrade wildly.

"Little Brother Mo, thank you so much, but ......"

Wen Bingning still wanted to refuse, but Mo Qian no longer gave her a chance.

"Ning'er, don't you believe me, don't you still believe the golden hoop stick in my hand? When I meet that An Lang, I will turn the golden hoop stick into the size of a house, and if you go down with a stick, then An Lang will be almost like an ant, haha. ”

In the end, thinking of the appearance of the golden hoop rod getting bigger, Mo Qian couldn't help laughing.

Wen Bingning heard this, and seemed to have made up the picture that Mo Qian said, and laughed along.

Her smile was full of warmth and touch!