Two long sticks that emitted a hazy halo, as if they were not bound by the earth's gravity at all, stood lightly in the air, constantly making a buzzing sound, after a while, they seemed to have something to do, and could not be solved, one of the long sticks, shot forward violently, the stick body turned into a wisp of black line, pushing itself forward, while the other long stick became thick in vain, like an optimus pillar, let the long stick hit itself, and did not move, and at the moment of their impact, a wave of air hit all around, and a few people who had just emerged at the staircase and wanted to see the situation rushed out directlyOne of them even opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, you must know that these are all innate martial artists! Their eyes were full of shock, but they also knew that the culprits who caused the Divine Weapon Pavilion to shake were those two 'masters'.

"Brother Meng, what's going on?"

Guo Lin and Ouyang Mu, each wearing a layer of true qi shield, regardless of the impact of the air turbulence, walked to Mengjiao's side with difficulty, and looked at the two long sticks with longing in their eyes.

Ancient soldiers come from the secret realm, each of them has a powerful power, in the case of those congenital late stage or even innate peak powerhouses, bring them out, and then cover them with a special black cloth to hide their edge, otherwise ordinary people will take a look, but they are afraid that they will be immediately injured by the ancient breath. Although Guo Lin said that he was an elder of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, but before he had the opportunity, his spiritual power was detected, and he couldn't sense what was clearly in front of him, so he could only sigh with admiration. Every ancient soldier can be said to be an old antique, which contains an extremely powerful exercise, no matter who obtains it, it can play a vital role in future practice, when Mengjiao got the stone tablet, Guo Lin was already red-eyed, but he didn't dare to violate the rules set by the Divine Soldier Pavilion over the years. I can only take out the Qiankun bag, in exchange for the role and description of the treasure, I hope to get inspiration from it, now I see these two long sticks, I can't guess the reason for the matter, obviously people are favored by a certain ancient soldier again.

"Guarding the Divine Weapon Pavilion every day, getting along with these ancient soldiers day and night, can't it compare to the charm of a half-sized child? What kind of divine weapons forged by the ancients are all blind fools!" Guo Lin kept complaining in his heart, looking at the two long sticks. Fighting together again, the tide of vitality stirred up rushed directly into the second floor, and bursts of miserable screams immediately sounded in their ears, when they came up, they had already removed that layer of barrier, and the two existences comparable to the middle and late stages of the congenital battle each other, which is a group of early innate martial artists can resist, and it is a great luck not to be injured!

Mengjiao looked ahead lightly. Any vitality collided on the surface of the body, and he stood still, looking at the two people who walked to his side, just a few breaths. The face SE was a little pale, and I didn't know where they were, this was caused by too much loss of true qi, after all, everyone had just come down from the battlefield. was oppressed by a beast king with all his might before, and the loss could not be calculated, and he did not retreat or heal. Immediately arrived here, and now he has to bear the aftermath of this energy, it is really a little uncomfortable, thinking of this, he will no longer delay, his hands are open and grasp forward, two flaming red giant palms, flying directly from the palms, holding two long sticks, one of which immediately dissipates the light, allowing himself to be held, and the other trembling changes direction, aiming at the staircase and quickly escapes, as if he wants to leave, but unfortunately before it can be lightened, it is the palm of another flame hand, the first to come, struggling for a moment and not being able to break free, then give up resistance。

"This He family's Heavenly Stick, the great elder of their family, was killed by the three-tailed spirit fox, and handed it over to me before he died, so that I can return it to the He family. Mengjiao weighed a long stick in his left hand, said to Guo Lin and the two, and then raised his right hand, his gaze swept over and still exuded a hazy halo, constantly emitting a small air current, trying to leave the long stick under his control, "This is the Tongtian stick, the ancient soldier in the Divine Weapon Pavilion, it seems to have some kind of connection with the Optimus Stick, as soon as I came up, I rushed out and fought with the Optimus Stick." ”

"It's inseparable from the Heavenly Stick? So it appeared, just because this ancient soldier of the He family is not a recognition of the master?" Guo Lin muttered, looking at the Tongtian Stick's eyes getting brighter and brighter, it was really the first time for him to have such a close contact with the ancient soldier, and it was still in the case of non-covering! He knew his qualifications, if there was no accident, this life would be the peak of the middle of the congenital period, but if he could get an ancient soldier and comprehend the martial arts contained in it, then the breakthrough might not be impossible! Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate, "Since it's not a confession, it's still something from my Divine Weapon Pavilion, and I ask Brother Meng to return it, the old man is grateful!"

"To you?" Mengjiao's eyes fluctuated, and he threw the Tongtian stick out without hesitation, "If you want, give it to you, as long as you can take it!"

Looking at the long stick shrouded in the halo and flying towards him, Guo Lin was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and immediately stepped forward and grabbed it with both hands, but as soon as he touched the halo, he felt a huge pressure coming, making his arms make an ugly bone cracking sound.

Ouyang Mu also stretched out his hand when Mengjiao threw out the Tongtian stick, the temptation of an ancient soldier was enough for him to make a move, compared to Guo Lin, he was only half a beat slower. After Guo Lin felt the pressure, his hand also made an ugly sound, the two looked at each other, suppressed the shock in their hearts, and mobilized the only remaining innate true qi in their bodies without thinking about it, but they still couldn't stop the long stick from falling to the ground, so they could only pull their hands and push them away.

The wood used to build the Divine Weapon Pavilion is hundreds of years old iron pine wood, and the toughness is extraordinary, even if it is an acquired peak martial artist, he will hit it with all his strength, at most it will leave a little white mark on it, and when the Tongtian stick falls into the air and is about to touch the ground, countless cracks appear on the floor, there is no vitality fluctuation, just pure gravity, how heavy the weight of this long stick is, which can be seen!

"It's not good, catch it quickly!, otherwise the Divine Weapon Pavilion will only be afraid of it today!" Guo Lin exclaimed, and the wind in his body turned into a black cloth on the ground in the distance, as long as he got it and covered it on the ancient soldiers, he could cover the edge of the weapon and prevent this disaster from happening.

Without waiting for the Tongtian stick to land, Mengjiao grabbed it directly in his hand, looking at Guo Lin, who had just gotten the black cloth and was about to rush over, he was stunned, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Senior Guo, I have already said it, it has a fate with me!"

"This is the ancient soldier of my Divine Weapon Pavilion!" Guo Lin's eyes widened, wanting to argue.

"What you and mine, we have all been born and died together, why are we so clear, what is mine is mine, yours is still mine!" (To be continued......)