"This senior brother, you are also going to the capital, can you take us for a ride?" Lin Qiaoyu said with a grin.

The partners suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, I don't know what this person wants to do, and you actually want someone to take you for a ride.

Wang Zimo was even more confused by the second monk, I don't know which tendon Lin Qiaoyu made the wrong one, and the little head began to be incomprehensible again.

"I have this intention in the next, and now everyone in Jiuli is in danger, and the catastrophe of the devil is inevitable. can save some time on the road, and it can be regarded as doing a meager contribution to Jiuli. ”

Seeing the women staring at him in unison, the white-clothed monk suddenly blushed. Immediately, he was righteous and awe-inspiring, held his head high, waved his big hand, sacrificed a flying sword, and said with a sense of self-righteousness: "Senior brothers and sisters, come up! But that bear ......"

"What?"

Hearing someone call himself, Xiong Huo raised his head.

"That bear is so fat, I'm afraid of losing time!"

"......" Xiong was speechless.

The flying sword was only the size of a palm at first, but after it came out of the mouth of the man in white, it quickly expanded, until it was about the size of a small boat.

Wang Zimo's eyes widened in surprise, it turned out that the magic weapon could still be used like this.

Lin Qiaoyu also opened her small mouth very cooperatively, revealing a very envious expression, her eyes were about to pop out of the little star, clenching her pink fist on her chest, and shouting excitedly: "It's amazing!"

The women rolled their eyes.

Everyone knew what this white eye meant, only the white-clothed monk mistakenly thought that they couldn't get used to Lin Qiaoyu's artificiality, so they smiled and interrupted Lin Qiaoyu's surprise, explaining: "Come on, this is my natal magic weapon, big or small, it can take you to the blue sky." ”

Although reluctant, the girls still followed Lin Qiaoyu and jumped on the flying sword.

The prince looked down at the vast grassland, the further he went, the more trees there were, and finally the forest was lush and green, just a casual glance, he felt that the air was fresh and his heart was comfortable.

Xiong Huan is still stupid to follow, the prince crooked his mouth and laughed, this bear fart must not forget these girls on the flying sword.

Passing by the Yongjiang River, Wang Zimo was suddenly shocked by the great river that runs through Jiuli.

It is like a jade belt embedded in the forest, and the wide river surface is as endless as the vast ocean, even if you stand on the flying sword, you can only vaguely see the images of people on the other side of the river like black spots.

The prince was silent, he had never seen such a magnificent scene when he came out of Sanhezhuang.

Around, from time to time, you can see a monk carrying a group of friends through quickly, flying towards Jingzhou. They overlooked the Yongjiang River, breathing in the strong smell of water, as if they had been flooded, with red eyes and closed mouths.

"Brother Xiang Jun, can you hurry up, look at others, this is the eighth one to surpass us!"

Lin Qiaoyu pouted, although she was young, she learned a lot of knowledge from the women in the Qinglou in the outer courtyard in Yanhuitai, and a crispy "brother" called over, almost calling Xiang Jun to the point that his soul flew.

The flying sword under his feet suddenly sank, and the waves of the Yongjiang River splashed everyone's clothes, but he dodged Wang Zimo's purple gold robe and poured into Ji Yunxi's neck.

Xiang Jun blushed, and only after riveting his spirit did he stabilize the flying sword, and slowly rose again.

This white-clothed monk's name is Xiang Jun, he has no sect and no sect, and he is a family cultivator. Because his ancestors once served a down-and-out monk, he has a true inheritance, and it is already the twenty-eighth generation of Xiang Jun's generation.

Yesterday, Xiang Jun received a notice from Jiuli:

The devil was born, the Jiuli crisis, and the demon cult recruited disciples in troubled times. In order to compete with the Demon Sect, the Shenxing Academy opened its doors widely, recruiting talents, clothing, food, housing and transportation are all free, and those with outstanding qualifications can go with scholars and directly accept the inheritance. All the demons, Jiuli unity!

On the way, Xiang Jun saw that the monks all offered magic weapons to take in the apprentices who could not control the sky on the road, so when he saw the prince silently thinking that they could not fly, he kindly invited them to go to Kyoto together.

"Qiaoyu, it's not that my brother doesn't want to be fast. ”

Xiang Jun wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, if he knew at this moment that all these girls who rubbed flying swords were better than him, he would definitely be unable to help but commit suicide by plunging into Yongjiang.

"If you look at other people's magic weapons, they are all spiritual products, and then you look at my flying sword, which is the lower level of spiritual products. There are two levels in the middle, how can you compare to others!"

Xiang Jun was helpless, the family did not have any profound power in the scattered cultivation, and the magic weapons used were basically inherited from the ancestors, unlike the big valve families who had their own special refining pavilions.

Since it's acting, you have to act professionally.

Lin Qiaoyu glanced at Wang Zimo, who looked ignorant, and continued to ask with a shy face: "Oh, can Brother Xiang Jun tell Qiaoyu how to distinguish the grade of the magic weapon?"

The prince blinked silently and nodded secretly, pricking up his ears to listen. He had never heard of these basic things, from Sanhezhuang to Kunxu to Fengming City, fighting and killing along the way, and there was really no one to explain this knowledge to him.

Just thinking about it makes me feel like it's been wasted.

It was only at this time that Ji Yunxi understood Lin Qiaoyu's intentions, and Liu Xiangxiang immediately turned around.

The two of them had already reached the Yin and Yang realm in their cultivation, so they naturally knew this simple question well, but they ignored that Wang Zimo was a blank slate.

And it's a piece of pure white, pure white paper.

It is said that it is pure and needs to be studied.

Xiang Jun suddenly felt that he knew everything, the chest that had shrunk just now stood up again, and the women saw the changes in Xiang Jun's eyes, and they couldn't help but cover their mouths and smile coquettishly one by one, but they didn't dare to make a sound, they could only hold back their pretty faces, and their breasts rose and fell, which was very enchanting.

After sorting out his thoughts, Xiang Jun said eloquently: "This magic weapon is divided into treasures, spiritual weapons, holy weapons and artifacts. Ordinary swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, hammers, sticks, lances, sticks, and spears, I won't talk about the eighteen weapons, the weapons of the martial artist and the Taoist are the same, but the use is different. ”

Speaking of this, Xiang Jun suddenly stopped, and looked at the extremely arrogant brown bear that was stepping on the bamboo board under his feet and rubbing the waves, and his jaw suddenly dropped. He immediately raised his hand and pointed at the bear, and stammered, "Then, that bear, but the brown bear that was with you just now?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, Lin Qiaoyu clapped her little hands and cheered: "This bear is really smart, he chased all the way to Yongjiang." ”

Xiang Jun suddenly became suspicious, at the moment, this brown bear was obviously not an ordinary species, but it was with several children, and when they first met, they still remembered that it was this bear carrying six girls. So what the hell are these women......

Without waiting for him to think about it, Lin Qiaoyu Yungong supplemented Yan Huitai's charming voice, and then asked, "Then, Brother Xiang Jun." ”

It's messy, it's completely messy!

floated, and the soul was crisp and crisp floating out of the clouds.

Xiang Jun was completely confused by this "brother". Like the puppet that was restrained, he replied mechanically, "Treasures usually emit sporadic light around them, like a swarm of loose sand. The aura overrides the treasure and glows red or yellow around it. The holy artifact emits a pale blue light, an artifact, I haven't seen it either, and I've heard that the artifact may be of various colors. ”

"What about grades?

This time it was Wang Zimo who asked, and seeing that he was on the road, Lin Qiaoyu spit out her little pink tongue stupidly, and hurriedly retreated to the back to cool off.

"The luminous range of the inferior magic weapon will not exceed one foot of itself, the middle grade is between two feet and four feet, and the upper grade is more than five feet, and the luminous range of the best will be reduced, about three feet, but the best magic weapon will make a sound to interfere with the other party when fighting, which is the only difference between the best and the middle grade, so you can't just look at the light of the weapon when fighting, in case the opponent is the best weapon, it will be miserable. ”

The prince silently analyzed his peace, it could emit three feet of light in battle, but he didn't feel the sound of battle. Is it just a medium grade?

If it's a medium grade, how can it be called a magic knife?

"It is said that a very powerful monk can hide the rank of the magic weapon, and there is nothing to see on the outside. There are also some strange magic weapons, even if they are not artifacts, they may have their own unique light. I've heard that the demon head of the Demon Cult has a stick that can emit monstrous demonic flames. This stick must be an artifact!"

"Are you talking about it?" said the prince, silently, pulling out his Xuanyao stick.

Xiang Jun was suddenly startled, and almost jumped off the flying sword, thinking about it, how could the demon that everyone feared be so young, and the chance of walking with the demon was very small. This little guy must be playing around with a burning stick.

"You're a-stirring stick at best!hahaha......"

"What else is there to the devil?" Wang Zimo wanted to know how much the world knew about him, it was okay not to ask, but when he asked, he was so angry that the eight girls behind him couldn't control it anymore, and "giggled".

The laughter like a silver bell suddenly attracted countless side glances, and many monks were all envious of Xiang Jun and Wang Zimo, and at the same time, they secretly compared in their hearts, their appearance was not much worse than those two guys, why didn't they have that peach blossom relationship?

Good cabbage makes the pig arch!

In the voice of disdain, Xiang Jun silently counted the Demon Name King silently: "That devil is simply the scum of the world!

"More than fifty?"

The prince asked with a dark face, "Aren't there twenty-four, who did you listen to?"

"Who said twenty-four, it's obviously fifty-eight!"

Xiang Jun looked disdainful, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and continued: "There are countless heroes and heroes gathered in the sky above Fengming City, and they can see the devil's actions clearly. ”

"Anything else?"

Fang Fei has a good reputation for eloquence in the Tangram Flower Dan, and at first Lin Qiaoyu was very unwilling to suppress the limelight, Orchid fingers twisted the corners of the emerald and white skirt, and kept asking: "That devil is so bad, there must be many people who can't look at it!"

"What the girl said is very true!"

The Yongjiang River is seventeen miles wide, and only half of the people have traveled at this time.

Xiang Jun sorted out his thoughts, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, and in the end he was so anxious that he was about to cry: "Now there are so few female monks, how many male cultivators can't find Ruyi double cultivation, this demon has killed more than fifty people as soon as he makes a move, and many people have formed a flower protection alliance, and they will be punished when they see the devil! ”

"I also heard that the demon also cruelly burned the helmsman of the Celestial Priests' Hall to ashes, this is simply scum! scum! scum! scum! not a human thing!"

Xiang Jun said three scum in succession, and everyone was silent for a moment.

Wang Zimo treated the enemy a little cruelly, but they took the blame for themselves, and they had to touch Wang Zimo's scales, and it was not a pity to die! The women couldn't help but secretly rejoice with emotion, glad that they were on Wang Zimo's side.

"Senior Brother Xiang Jun, what do you think of my son-in-law?" Fang Fei relieved everyone's embarrassment in a timely manner and skillfully changed the topic.

"Your son-in-law is young and promising, and he can't talk to that devil. ”

Speaking of this, Xiang Jun showed a look of envy on his face: "To attract so many beautiful girls to follow, Gongzi should be the dragon and phoenix among people! When I arrive in Kyoto, I hope that Gongzi will take care of him more, and if you are a casual cultivator, there will be no relatives in the capital, and there will only be a few of you friends." ”

"Thanks for the compliment!"

Wang Zimo's face turned red rarely, and he suddenly felt faintly uneasy in his heart, as if he was locked up. Looking at Ji Yunxi behind them, they also frowned and looked around.

"Thank you Brother Xiang for taking a ride, see you again in the future, and the prince will treat him with wine!"

After speaking, the prince silently jumped, and "crossing the river with a reed" was instantaneous, stepping on the five squares, turning into a streamer and galloping towards the other side of the Yongjiang River.

Ji Yunxi and Yan Huitai Qiqiao Huadan and Eight Immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, and disappeared from Xiang Jun in the blink of an eye.

"They ......"

Xiang Jun couldn't believe his eyes, "Sure enough, ......"