If I knew that I wouldn't throw away those swords and other things, now it's a difficult thing to cut and chop, you can't chop it by hand, and it will be scrapped when you chop it, which is really difficult.

Luo Chen muttered to himself in his heart, but the work in his hands did not stop, and he was still smashing bamboo.

This person never thinks deeply before he wants to do something, thinks about what his shortcomings are, what he almost is, and firmly believes that he will not suffer a loss, and now he is really about to suffer a loss. At this time, the previous efforts are wasted, it is a bamboo basket to draw water, which is equivalent to doing it in vain. There is no turning back when the bow is opened, and the solution is always figured out.

The long sword that was in the hands of the sect before broke the sword body at the cliff. There is one in the Kruru storage bag, and at first glance it looks like a low-grade magic weapon and it is lost. Could it be that I am dying?

Suddenly, Luo Chen remembered the bone whistle sent to him by the old demon of the deep forest, this thing hurt when he blew it for the first time, and now he has nothing to do, the number of bamboos is currently up to standard, Bai Fei is still honestly making yucca fibers, for the time being, believe him first, and be lazy to study and study.

After taking it out of the storage space, Luo Chen put the small bone whistle in his hand and played with it.

There is a slight crack in the opening of the shank, which is used for blowing, and the middle part has a small hole at intervals, a total of four small holes, and you can control the audio by placing your finger on it. Overall, it has a taste of antiquity, not like it is made today.

The old demon of the deep forest only retains these two magic weapons, one is an oil-paper umbrella and the other is a bone whistle, and the role of the two should not be much different. The function of an oil-paper umbrella alone is enough to make Luo Chen's head big, and he hasn't fully figured it out yet. He only had a cursory understanding and did not go deeper. The first is that I am afraid of any accidents, and the second is that I still haven't found any leisure time.

Speaking of this stubble, Luo Chen is still quite curious, why did he fall from such a high distance and be unharmed? This is a bit incredible, let's attribute it to the oil-paper umbrella for the time being.

At this time, he put the bone whistle blowing in his mouth, and placed the middle and index fingers of both hands on the bone whistle. This time it's just a test of the function.,A small hole and a small hole.,Last time I was too busy.,I almost blew people to death.,This time you can't make similar low-level mistakes.。

"Whew!" he blew lightly inward, not daring to push hard at first, probably because the initial psychological shadow was still there. But it didn't seem to be a big deal, so Luo Chen was ready to press the first hole to see what the effect was.

The next moment, his whole person doubted life!

This voice is like a magic sound, the whole person is disturbed, and the unknown evil fire sprouts from the heart, basically embodying the word "impetuous" vividly.

Luo Chen gritted his teeth and made a "squeak" sound, even if he stopped blowing continuously, he still couldn't completely get rid of this magic sound, those voices still echoed in his mind for a long time, and he wanted to erase it.

After a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and was relieved! This sin was really self-inflicted.

Originally, he still had some ideas about this bone whistle, but Luo Chen had no choice but to put it away. Since there is no way to figure it out in a short period of time, let's take a moment to continue trying, I guess this day will not come, it's too uncomfortable.

Myself persecuting myself?

Fairy-like logical thinking.

After looking at the distance twice, he hadn't found Bai Fei's bulky and huge body, so he was probably busy. The bone whistle will not continue to study, so grope for the oil-paper umbrella, the appearance of the beautiful and applicable things sometimes the most popular owner.

This time, Luo Chen saw the oil paper umbrella from the beginning to the end, whether it was the design of the umbrella bone or the selection of the material of the umbrella surface, basically you can get a rough idea, as long as you give the corresponding materials, Luo Chen must be sure that the manufacturing will be successful. The umbrella bone is re-refined from steel stone and contains some rare position materials that can prevent damage from wind direction.

The umbrella surface is made of a layer of paper made of the ultimate leather layer, and it can't hurt a little bit when it's baked in the rain, it's a little something!

Some small mechanisms can better reflect the technical level of the designer, stretching and folding is always a strength work, a little careless will appear asymmetry and layout errors, the failure rate and fault tolerance rate can be guessed. The small button at the grip focuses it at one point, stretches and contracts arbitrarily, and the polish is smooth, so there is almost no zero durability.

When Luo Chen was taking a closer look, his right hand touched a plastic-like object at the top of the umbrella. Lowering his position and keeping his eyes level, he gently removed the plastic mold from the abrupt top.

A cold sword aura swept across the side of his face, instantly cutting off his half-floating long hair.

"What the hell!

Luo Chen was so frightened by this thing that he threw his hands away, and crawled backwards, touching his head from time to time to see if any part of the wood had been cut off.

The body of the umbrella is propped open, and after being thrown off, the handle is supported on the ground, and a sharp blade appears on the top of the umbrella. At this time, Luo Chen could already guess that the reason why he hadn't seen it before was that the plastic-like flat box sleeve covered the blade. Today was suddenly dismantled, and the sword qi contained in it was about to explode.

It was good luck just now, and he successfully dodged this fierce blow, and the angle was slightly skewed, so Luo Chen was already in a different place at this time. He had never seen such a powerful sword qi so far, and compared it to the sword qi of the little junior sister, it was heaven and earth!

Fierce! That's a good thing! But how do I subdue it?

At this time, Luo Chen remembered Ling Jisong's popular science about him, every magic weapon will be bound to the owner, and the binding link needs to be recognized by blood...... It sounds weird, anyway, it's just that you need this operation to recognize you. Even after the death of the original owner, the magic weapon will not be used by others, such as letting the original owner cut off the bonds, and completely attributing it to himself or making a second blood confession.

Now this magic weapon belongs to the old demon of the deep forest, and the old demon of the deep forest has now traveled west, and handed over the two magic weapons to me before leaving. It stands to reason that the fetters and everything should have been removed, otherwise I would not have been able to use the flying and landing function of this umbrella, and I would have fallen down on the side of the cliff and died.

But...... Now suddenly walked over and confessed to my relatives with a drop of blood, what if this guy slashed over with a sword qi and killed me?

With such an excited mood, Luo Chen walked three steps and two steps back towards the oil-paper umbrella, not even daring to open his eyes, he could only squint his eyes, and he didn't know what he was afraid of.

The distance slowly narrowed, Luo Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stretched out his right index finger, the guy trembled and didn't look good.

The more you are afraid of something, the more you want to do something, this is the psychology of death, people are really strange creatures.

Carefully put the index finger on the blade, just touched the surface of the skin, a drop of bright red blood dripped down, which shows the horror of its edge! Fortunately, the old demon of the deep forest left a plastic box on it at that time, otherwise Luo Chen would have been gone long ago......

The drop of bright red blood was devoured by the blade, and in the blink of an eye, it was no longer visible. Luo Chen was still quite uneasy, and dropped another drop of blood on it, but this time the blood was not gone, but remained on it. Only then did he have the courage to hold the umbrella in his hand, and after shaking it twice, he was finally relieved.

I see, Ling Jisong, Ling Jisong! is worthy of being my second junior brother, I thank you so much!