"Demon Weapon Lord?" Zhang Fan was dumbfounded, and stammered and asked, "You, are you saying that my obscene master is a Demon Weapon Lord?" and...... He's not a second-order refiner?"

Zhang Fan couldn't believe that Mu Heng's ruined uncle would be a magic weapon lord plus a third-order refiner, such an absolute powerhouse, what was he hiding in this town for?

Zhao Lao's words interrupted Zhang Fan's thinking: "I can't even tell the strength of my master, no wonder I don't even know how to communicate with spiritual power now." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Zhang Fan almost spurted blood, and asked angrily: "Then you teach me how to use it, since you have entered my body, you should know that I was a person who didn't understand anything a month and a half ago, and now I have refined seven or eight magic weapons!"

Zhao Lao laughed: "I used to have a friend's grandson, he started learning refining weapons at the age of five, and he refined a magic weapon in a week, and a month later, he successfully refined a first-order magic crystal, and became a second-order refiner in a year. ”

Zhang Fan's pride was shattered, and he said angrily: "Old guy, at least it's not your grandson, if you have the ability, you let me be able to use magic weapons, and I will obey you!"

"Want to provoke me with words?" Zhao Lao smiled lightly: "Boy, you are still tender, but the old man thinks that you are very interesting, at least the old man likes the poem very much, so he reluctantly agrees to you." ”

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, although he didn't dare to fully believe in the old man Zhao Lingyun, but now the only thing he could rely on was this old guy, and immediately followed the other party's words and said, "Okay, Old Zhao, what to do." ”

"You first learn to enter the spiritual sea, concentrate and meditate, and feel your own mental ......"

Zhang Fan did as Zhao Lao said, and after a while, he suddenly felt his body light, his eyes were dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already in a dim space, and there was an old man in front of him.

The old man had white hair, a black robe, and his hands were behind his back to him, just at a glance, Zhang Fan suddenly felt a huge coercion coming, and even made him feel like he couldn't breathe.

The old man turned his head, his face was unruly, and his eyes like an eagle falcon carried a momentum of contempt for the world, just standing in front of this old man, Zhang Fan even had a feeling that his legs were weak.

This...... Is this Zhao Lao? Zhao Lingyun, if the real person is as his name!

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, forcibly resisted the urge to kneel, and yelled in pain: "Old guy, is the majesty enough!"

"Oh?" Zhao Lao Jian raised his eyebrows and teased: "Interesting boy." ”

Before the words fell, the suffocating terrifying coercion just now disappeared, Zhang Fan wiped his eyes fiercely, and it seemed that there was a feeling of unreality.

Old Zhao stood there indifferently, and when Zhang Fan came back to his senses, he said: "I didn't expect your kid to be quite backbone, but since you have decided to apprentice, let's kowtow to the old man." ”

Zhang Fan said disdainfully: "Looking at your old momentum, I thought you were always a big hero who despised the world, but I didn't expect that you couldn't even despise red tape." ”

"It's a guy who can play tricks. Zhao Lao didn't care, turned his back and said: "You are also the only disciple of the old man, I think at the beginning, countless people rushed to worship the old man as a teacher, but unfortunately the old man is alone, and he doesn't have any disciples at all, otherwise he won't fall into the fate of being plotted and no one helps, but now that you have become the old man's disciple, in the future, you must kill someone for the old man!"

Zhang Fan suddenly guessed that "that person" was the person who plotted against Zhao Lao, and when he thought of Zhao Lao's momentum just now, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's been more than three hundred years, I'm afraid the person who plotted against you will die a long time ago." ”

"Death?" Zhao Lao sneered: "How can you die, you can increase your lifespan by fifty years if you become a Demon Weapon Lord, and the Demon Emperor has a lifespan of five hundred years, and that person was only one hundred and eighty years old three hundred years ago, three hundred years have passed, with that person's talent, he must have become a Demon Weapon Saint, how can he die!"

Zhang Fan regretted it in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "Can I refuse?"

Zhao Lingyun turned his head abruptly, his eyes contemptuous, and said, "Yes." ”

This gaze stung Zhang Fan's self-esteem, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Old guy, don't think I don't know anything, the Demon Weapon Saint is the pinnacle of this continent, that's a legend, I'm a little refiner, but you asked me to go to the Demon Weapon Saint to fight alone, aren't you looking for death?"

Zhao Lao sighed softly: "Indeed, according to your talent, if you want to find him, there is no possibility at all, but the old man has a special method in his hand, if he succeeds, the future achievements are limitless, of course, this exercise was obtained by the old man from an ancient ruin, and even the old man was dumbfounded by the weirdness, if you agree to become the old man's apprentice, the old man will pass on such an exercise to you, do you promise or not." ”

Zhang Fan fell into a tangle, weighed it for a long time, and finally sighed softly: "Old guy, don't blame me, I just want to live a peaceful life as a refiner." ”

Zhao Lao's pupils shrank, and he shook his head and said: "Since you have a choice, I, Zhao Lingyun, will not just force you with a price, here is a share of physical exercises, practice well, at least I won't let you be slaughtered when you are fighting against the magic weapon." ”

As soon as Zhao Lao's words fell, Zhang Fan suddenly had an extra exercise in his mind, Zhang Fan did not rush to see it, but glanced at his back with the vicissitudes of life, and said with a wry smile: "Zhao Lao, in fact, when will I repay you, but I promise you that I will be strong in the future, but I will help you ask if there is a way to resurrect you." ”

Zhang Fan was about to leave the spiritual sea, when he suddenly heard Zhao Lao ask: "Boy, you can promise the old man first, and then ignore the old man after learning, or even kill the old man, after all, the old man said that your spiritual power is far better than the old man." ”

Zhang Fan smiled faintly: "Old man, with your experience, you can not tell me to go to the Demon Weapon Saint to fight alone, but teach me the exercises, and after I grow up, then find an opportunity to provoke the Demon Weapon Saint and force me to go head-to-head with him." ”

An old man and a young man glanced at each other, and suddenly laughed at the same time, and the short chat made the relationship between Zhang Fan and Zhao Lao much closer.

Exiting the spiritual sea, Zhang Fan sat on the chair, quietly recalling the old man's method of refining the body for him, the more he looked, the more Zhang Fan felt that this exercise was really magical, and couldn't help but ask with his heart: "Old man, isn't this world a popular magician? Our guild has never seen anyone say anything about the method of refining the body, although your method of refining the body is very good, but what is the use?"

Zhao Lao sneered: " The frog at the bottom of the well, it is precisely because of this that your guild is all waste, you must know that in some big guilds or big families, cultivating a magic weapon is to start from the method of refining the body, without refining the body to lay the foundation, and when the strength reaches the magic weapon lord, you can't even use a combination of magic weapon skills, and in this continent, there are a lot of exercises to exercise magic control, but the exercises to exercise the body are priceless, and an ordinary method of refining the body can be sold at a high price in a big city, and some magicians who have no money can only use the most clumsy method to boil the body, which takes a long time and the effect is not good, but it overdraws the potential of the body, and the old man gives you this method of refining the body, can be ranked on the entire continent, don't be satisfied. ”

So, this thing is worth a lot of money.

Zhang Fan secretly thought to himself, and was about to ask what the combined magic weapon technique was, when he heard Zhao Lao remind: "The child you rescued has woken up, go and take a look." ”

As soon as Zhang Fan put away his mind, he felt a cold gaze staring at him, and quickly turned his head, which happened to meet the eyes of the handsome man lying on the bed.

The handsome man's eyes were faintly purple, and his eyes were full of eyes, which was extremely weird, and these eyes were full of cold vigilance and murderous intent at this time, which made Zhang Fan sit on pins and needles.

How do you always encounter such weirdos today!

"Are you awake?"

Zhang Fan smiled indifferently and explained, "I met you in the forest, and you had already passed out at that time, so I took it upon myself to carry you back. ”

The murderous intent in the handsome man's eyes faded, and he was about to get up, Zhang Fan hurriedly stood up and said, "You are seriously injured......

"My sword. The handsome man seemed to notice something, raised his head suddenly, and happened to see the "Elegy of the Soul" on the table next to Zhang Fan, staggered up, walked to the table and held the sword in his arms, ignoring Zhang Fan who was standing aside.

Just held the "Elegy of the Soul" in his arms, and the handsome man fell to the ground with a crooked body.

"Is it really a messy guy, just trampling on his body like this?" Zhang Fan muttered dissatisfiedly, stretched out his hand to help the handsome man up, he felt that the moment his hand touched the man, the opposite body suddenly tensed, and seemed to be extremely vigilant.

Zhang Fan shook his head, although he didn't know why this guy was so sensitive, he still helped him sit back on the bed, looked at him with an unhappy face, and said: "Your injury is very serious, lie on the bed honestly, and your broken sword Lao Tzu is not interested, don't be like your wife, now let Lao Tzu lie down honestly!"

Saying that, regardless of the other party's struggle, Zhang Fan pressed the other party on the bed, turned his head and left, muttering as he walked: "I don't even know how to say thank you, neurosis, forget it, just be Lao Tzu to accumulate yin virtue." ”

The handsome man was stunned by Zhang Fan's series of saliva, and when he saw Zhang Fan leave the room, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of contemplation in his cold eyes.

More than ten minutes later, Zhang Fan walked into the house, holding a jar of chicken soup in his hand, and found that the handsome man was honestly lying on the bed, walked to the head of the bed, put the chicken soup on the bedside table, pouted and said: "Eat it yourself, don't worry, it's not poisonous." ”

Whatever the handsome man thought, he went out and brought dinner into the room, and sat down on the table to eat.

"My name is Ei, thank you. ”

The original words of apology, but Ying said it in a cold tone, which made Zhang Fan cry and laugh, and waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I'm not a careful person, but how could you be so badly injured, I thought you were dead at first, but fortunately I found that you have a heartbeat." ”