Mo Hansheng paused, turned his head to look, and saw a figure walking out of the corner.

The man had thin eyebrows and small eyes, dry cheeks and bony bones, and two slender beards on his lips that hung down to his chin, looking a little obscene and funny.

"Who are you?" Mo Hansheng's eyes showed obvious vigilance.

I have only been in this square city for a few days, how can someone always take the initiative to find him?

The man arched his hand towards Mo Hansheng and said, "In Xiafuqiu Shang, he is a small cultivator in the Sifang City. ”

"Fuqiu Shang, Loose Cultivation ......" Mo Hansheng sensed the aura on this person's body, and found that the other party also seemed to be in the initial realm of foundation building, "What are you stopping me for?" ”

Fuqiu Shang asked: "After seeing Daoyou coming out of Tiangong Pavilion below, he seems to be in a bad mood, I wonder if he didn't buy the magic weapon he wanted?" ”

Mo Hansheng raised his eyebrows, when he came out of Tiangong Pavilion before, he was indeed too happy, and he didn't know it when he was seen through by this person at a glance.

However, this person has nothing to do staring at himself, so he can't have bad intentions, right?

The vigilance in his heart unconsciously deepened a little, and he replied coldly: "Does it have anything to do with you?" ”

Fuqiu Shang was not angry, and said with a smile: "Daoist friends don't have to be like this, there is no malice in the next place." If you don't get anything in the Heavenly Crafts Pavilion, you may be able to help in the future. ”

"Oh?" Mo Hansheng glanced at the other party again, and said in his heart: Could this person be the same as that Zhong Jie, and he is also a tooth man?

However, it seems that it is a bit overkill to be a tooth man with the cultivation of the foundation realm.

He couldn't help but wonder, "How can you help?" ”

Fuqiu Shang smiled mysteriously and stretched out his hand to point in a direction: "This is not the place to talk, fellow Daoists, please come with me." ”

Mo Hansheng looked at his back, and his feet didn't move at all.

This person's origin is unknown, his face is treacherous and suspicious, and he doesn't know him, how can he easily leave with the other party.

Fuqiu Shang walked a few steps, and found that Mo Hansheng did not follow, so he immediately turned around and walked back.

He casually glanced at Mo Hansheng's expression, as if he had guessed the concerns in his heart, and said with a smile: "Daoist friends don't need to be so vigilant, in this Quartet City, are you still afraid that it will be unfavorable to you?" I did this just because the things I was going to take out later were too precious and I didn't want to be peeked at by others. ”

Mo Hansheng looked at him quietly, still without any movement.

Seeing this, Fuqiu Shang was not anxious, and persuaded again: "In the lower realm, it is just a foundation building initial realm, and the cultivation is weaker than that of Daoyou, can it still do you what it will do?" ”

Mo Hansheng was unmoved, the more active this person was, the more suspicious he became.

"Daoyou really don't come along, if you miss this opportunity, you will definitely regret it." Seeing that Mo Hansheng still had no intention of changing his mind, Fuqiu Shang sighed, shook his head and left with a very regretful face.

He walked a long way without looking back, as if he really intended to leave.

Just as he was about to disappear into the alley, Mo Hansheng finally moved.

He walked lightly, unhurriedly following the other.

Fuqiu Shang didn't look back, and a smile appeared on his face.

The two of them walked slowly all the way to a very remote mortal dwelling.

The house is quiet and uninhabited, with dense cobwebs and fallen leaves piled up everywhere, as if it has been abandoned for a long time.

There is a stone table and three small stools in the courtyard.

Fuqiu Shang pointed to one of the dusty stone benches and said, "Fellow Daoists, please take a seat." ”

Mo Hansheng didn't sit down, and looked at him coldly: "Your Excellency, what kind of things can you take out, right?" If you continue to play tricks, you won't be accompanied. ”

"Since Daoyou has already followed him here, will he die if he doesn't see something?" Fuqiu Shang smiled, as if he expected that Mo Hansheng would not leave lightly.

He said this, turned around and walked into a room in a hurry.

After a while, he came out of the room, holding in both hands a long strip of object wrapped in a white cloth.

Fu Qiu Shang picked a stone bench nearby, sat down without being dirty, and then took out a mahogany box more than half a zhang long from the white cloth.

His face was slightly excited, rubbed his palms, and reached out to open the wooden box.

"Fellow Daoist, please take a look."

As his words fell, the contents of the box also appeared in Mo Hansheng's eyes.

Mo Hansheng looked at it intently, and the thing in this box was a long spear with a silver body and a red tassel on the head.

He stepped forward and looked down at the spear.

The workmanship of this gun is very exquisite, the head of the gun glows with a cold light, and the body of the gun is straight without a trace of scars and bends.

In the world, this is indeed a rare masterpiece, but for a monk, it seems too ordinary to be so.

Seeing Mo Hansheng's expression, Fu Qiu Shang said lightly: "Daoist friend, why don't you pick up this gun and take a look." ”

He seemed to have great confidence in the silver spear.

Mo Hansheng didn't hesitate when he heard this, and reached out to grab the spear.

As soon as the barrel of the gun was in his hand, Mo Hansheng couldn't help but sigh lightly, this spear was extremely light, and there was a faint cool touch in his hand.

He injected a little bit of True Yuan into it.

After three breaths, with a slight buzzing sound, a pure water power suddenly came out of the gun's body.

The hairs on Mo Hansheng's arms seemed to stretch out, and this force made him faintly feel a little comfortable.

Fu Qiu Shang looked slightly sideways when he saw the strange appearance caused by Mo Hansheng, and his face showed a little surprise, but he immediately regained his composure.

He smiled and said eloquently: "This spear is called Water Dragon Yin, it is a two-hundred-year process by a top caster of the Divine Casting Peak who selected the outer heaven and different iron, and it took seven seven and forty-nine days to build, and a water Jiao spirit was sealed as a vessel soul, but it is a rare and superior masterpiece." ”

God's Casting Peak?

Isn't Tiangong Pavilion the industry of Shenzhu Peak?

Mo Hansheng looked at Fuqiu Shang, with obvious suspicion on his face.

If this gun is really so extraordinary, how can it set in the hands of a small foundation monk?

Fuqiu Shang seemed to have guessed Mo Hansheng's thoughts, and said with a slight smile: "That forger has encountered some accidents, which caused this gun to be lost and its whereabouts have been unknown. It wasn't until three years ago that he bought it from an illiterate blacksmith boss. ”

Mo Hansheng naturally wouldn't believe Fuqiu Shang's words.

However, the power of water coming out of this silver spear made Mo Hansheng feel that this spear seemed to be very compatible with his own skills.

He held the barrel of the gun, looked it up and down again, and asked, "Can you let me try?" ”

Fuqiu Shang smiled faintly: "Fellow Daoists, please." However, when you are testing the gun, please be careful not to destroy this courtyard. Although this place has been deserted a lot, it is the property of Sifang City after all. If damage is caused, the law enforcement team will investigate it, and you and I will inevitably be in trouble. ”

Mo Hansheng nodded, and walked to the center of the courtyard with a gun.

He injected a little bit of True Yuan into it, and there was immediately a clear coolness from the spear.

Mo Hansheng had always used a knife before, and he didn't know the moves of a gun, so he could only use the technique of wielding a knife and tried to swing it a few times.