When Shen Mufeng woke up, he found himself lying in a bamboo house, recalling what had happened before, Shen Mufeng showed a contemplative look. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, the old man who was in charge of the Armory Pavilion walked in, looked at Shen Mufeng and smiled and said, "Wake up, you're hungry! I have asked Xiao Tong to prepare a meal for you." ”

Shen Mufeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, looking at the old man's attitude, things didn't seem to be developing in the direction he was worried about.

"Old man, what happened before!"

The old man Wang Sanli thought for a while, and shook his head again: "I don't know exactly what happened, but one thing is for sure, you are very lucky, you got a spiritual weapon, and the meridians were expanded by the spiritual weapon, as long as you cultivate diligently, your achievements in the future will be limitless!"

Shen Mufeng looked dazed, but he wondered even more in his heart, Shen Mufeng guessed the spiritual weapon, but what did he mean that he had obtained the spiritual weapon.

Wait, the black iron rod was swimming in his meridians before, could it be said that he had already refined the black iron rod. ’

'But what is the matter with the expansion of the meridians?'

After thinking about it, Shen Mufeng finally understood a little, it seems that the old man still checked his meridians, and he felt that something seemed to be emptied, and it should be his vitality.

And the old man didn't find out his cultivation, thinking that the meridians were expanded by the black iron rod for him, and only with this explanation, everything made sense.

Shen Mufeng scolded secretly in his heart, where did he get a spiritual weapon! It was clearly a vampire, but the old man was here, but he couldn't act rashly: "Old man, what is a spiritual weapon!"

"You will naturally know this in the future, this is the old man's cultivation place, no one will come to disturb you, there are exercises on the bookshelf, you can choose what exercises you like, old man, I still have things, you can practice here with peace of mind!"

After Wang Sanli finished speaking, he walked out directly, Shen Mufeng was still stunned, in fact, Shen Mufeng knew in his heart that this old man would not easily give up monitoring himself, but would monitor himself more closely.

Because he got a spiritual weapon, it was a spiritual weapon! There were not many in the entire Lingwu Continent, and Shen Mufeng didn't believe that the old man would not be moved.

At this time, a little boy dressed in white walked in, six or seven years old, like a porcelain doll, dragging a square plate with two steamed buns, a bowl of soup, and two side dishes.

Shen Mufeng looked at Xiao Tong and wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Xiao Tong put things on the ground, turned around and ran away, not to mention how cute that little look was.

Shen Mufeng touched his chin: "What does this little guy mean, is he so scary!"

"Of course I was scared away by you, I have a white face and a beardless little white face, and I have a pair of Danfeng eyes, I am not a good person at first glance!"

Shen Mufeng turned his head suddenly, only to find that the black iron rod appeared behind him without knowing when.

"Yo he! dare to talk to your master like this, don't you have the guts!"

Qiankun Stick snorted: "You are also worthy of being the master of Uncle Ben, let you see Uncle Ben's strength!"

After speaking, the machine spirit twisted the body of the stick, and suddenly pounced on Shen Mufeng, and the shadow of the stick smashed towards Shen Mufeng overwhelmingly.

Shen Mufeng is not without a way to deal with this broken stick, but the problem is that the old man may be staring at himself, and the means he can use now are very limited, and he can only parry, and the Qiankun stick is cool this time, ding five or four, a mess, especially the last one, directly knocked Shen Mufeng out of the house.

Shen Mufeng touched his aching arms and scolded fiercely: "Broken stick, you fucking call this a murderer!"

The stick was originally quite cool, but when he heard this, he became angry directly, and he was even more ruthless, Shen Mufeng was also beaten out of the real fire, he was pressed and beaten by a stick, and he couldn't resist yet, fuck it, if he endured it any longer, he wouldn't be bullied to death by this broken stick, and he had to subdue this stick if he said anything today, otherwise it would be difficult to say who would be the master in the future.

endured being hit with a stick, Shen Mufeng grabbed the stick: "It's fun! I'm going to show you today, why is Lao Tzu your master!"

After speaking, he directly turned up, and the stone in front of the bamboo house was directly shattered, it was the old man's dark iron stone, as hard as dark iron, and the high-grade magic weapon could only leave a white mark, and Shen Mufeng directly smashed it with a stick.

Wang Sanli, who was secretly spying on Shen Mufeng, had a tangled face, and he didn't expect this kid to have a fight with his spiritual weapon.

Seeing that the damage was getting bigger and bigger, Wang Sanli's figure suddenly appeared, and instantly released the coercion, Shen Mufeng was stunned, and the black iron rod stopped moving.

"This place was asked by the old man to cultivate, not for you to fight with this broken stick!"

Shen Mufeng swallowed his saliva, speechless, under such coercion, Shen Mufeng felt so small, obviously the old man in front of him was not a Great Perfection monk, but a person in the Innate Realm, and the Dacheng Divine Sect only had one innate powerhouse, and it was self-evident who this person was.

"Roll back to Tianyun Peak with your broken stick, you can't go down the mountain without my order!"

After the old man finished speaking, he disappeared directly, and he disappeared in front of Shen Mufeng, without a trace.

"Broken iron rod, this, what kind of cultivation is this!"

"It's just a congenital thing, what's so arrogant, Uncle Ben has seen a lot of such a guy, if it weren't for your lack of strength, I would kill such a guy and play.

Wait, you dare to tell Uncle Ben to break the iron rod, Uncle Ben will fight with you!"

"Fight a fart, don't be afraid that the old man will kill you now, fool!"

After Shen Mufeng finished speaking, he slapped the Qiankun stick twice, looked around cautiously, and then dragged the Qiankun stick and ran down the mountain.

After Shen Mufeng left, Wang Sanli's figure appeared, his face was like a donkey's face, and he shook his head helplessly, Wang Sanli felt that he was making a little fuss, first, this kid was young, and he shouldn't have such a deep scheming.

Secondly, leaving this kid, his bamboo forest courtyard was not demolished, Wang Sanli sent a letter to Yao Qiyun to pay more attention to this kid, and he reluctantly cleaned it up.

And Shen Mufeng went down the mountain, and when he turned his head to look back, he suddenly found that the mountain peak was gone, as if the mountain peak had never appeared.

"What a clever phantom array!"

"Gao Ming is a fart, Uncle Ben can see through it at a glance. ”

"I say, can you be humble!"

"What are you doing with modesty, this is Uncle Ben's strength, you don't need to be modest!"

Shen Mufeng rolled his eyes, but along the way, Shen Mufeng carried the black iron rod and muttered to himself, and everyone who saw it subconsciously avoided it.

After all, I encountered a neurotic person wearing a deacon's robe, and if he planted a stick for himself, how unjust would it be!

When Shen Mufeng arrived at Tianyun Peak, Yao Qiyun had already waited for a while and arranged a practice room for Shen Mufeng, and then floated away.

As for Yao Qiyun, who was explained by the ancestor, he remembered, but Yao Qiyun's sharp gold sword still had to be refined, so how could he have the leisure to stare at Shen Mufeng, so he arranged for a deacon to stare at Shen Mufeng. (To be continued.) )