Chapter 70: A Broken Stick

Dadada,

Da-da-da-da!

Wukong followed Jin San, bypassed a few bends, passed through several checkpoints, and came to a row of heavy iron gates. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Quack, quack, quack.

As the heavy iron door creaked open, Goku dodged into the cave with a hint of curiosity.

When I looked around, I saw a lot of messy weapons piled up on the ground and on the shelves.

But if you look closely, most of them are ordinary swords and sticks, and there are no eye-catching weapons.

Wukong was silent, and after looking around, he turned around and squinted at the cave wall and said, "Could it be that this famous Falling Eagle Stream is the only thing that can be done?"

"Hmph!" Jin San snorted coldly, turned around, and walked out.

Goku shrugged, swayed, and walked out.

"Open the second door!"

Jin San slanted his eyes at the two bird demons guarding the door.

As the door opened, Jin San didn't look at Wukong, and stood at the door, looking at the sky with squinted eyes.

Goku grinned unhappily and walked in.

This cave has a total of 100 weapons stored, which is much less than the first cave, large and small, one by one, blooming with cold light, and it looks extraordinary.

Wukong picked up this, looked at that again, then shook his head, and still walked out of the cave.

"Tsk, this poor mountain and bad water, there is really no good guy who can do it!"

"You?"

When Jin San heard this, his wings fluttered, and he shouted angrily: "Open the third treasury and give this star brother a good look!"

"Yes!" the two harpies glanced at each other inexplicably, glanced at Wukong again, and quickly opened the third door in a panic.

As soon as the library door opened, a subtle cold light suddenly floated out, instantly attracting Wukong's attention.

"Hmph, open your monkey eyes and take a good look, this is a good treasure that I have collected from all over the world in the past thousand years!" After speaking, Jin San rolled his eyes again, and stood at the door, like a javelin.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Wukong laughed dryly, hugged his fist at Jin San, and walked into the cave room unhurriedly.

In the cave room, on the hard cave wall, scattered and scattered, only a dozen strange weapons were hung.

Wukong carefully examined the sword and axe fork hanging from the wall, and his eyes rolled to a turquoise long sword around the corner.

"Don't move!" Outside the cave, Jin San suddenly shouted loudly.

"Cut!" Wukong reached out and took off the long sword, and pulled out the sword with a thud.

Call!

A pool of turquoise autumn water, like a clear cold pool, instantly brightened Wukong's pupils.

"Hehe, this sword, it's not bad!" he held the long sword in his hand, and with a shake of the tip of the sword, a blue cold leaped out, leaving a deep mark on the iron door with a brush.

Scold!

The sword body entered the shell, and the cave room instantly regained calm.

"That green autumn is Miss Qiaoyun's, you, you can't move!" Jin San put his hands behind his back and looked proud.

"Whew!" Goku grinned, grabbed his sword with his backhand, and strode out the door.

"Presumptuous?" Jin Sanyi was furious, his bird's eyes glared, and he wanted to use force when he waved his wings.

"Silly bird, don't forget what your eldest brother just said!" Wukong didn't look back, and walked out leisurely. "Hehe, Falling Eagle Stream, it's really a good place!"

Behind him, Jin San's eyes were red, he thought about it, gritted his teeth and endured it desperately, and said secretly hatefully: "Hmph, damn it, see how long you can be arrogant!"

"By the way, what other weapons are there?" After walking a few steps, Wukong suddenly turned around and said, "Master Xing, I haven't found a weapon that is suitable yet?"

"What? What about that sword?" Jin San heard this, and he was almost angry.

"This damn monkey is a little greedy. ”

"This sword?"

Goku smiled, "It's just a gift from me to a friend!"

"You?"

Jin San desperately controlled his anger, bared his teeth and said: "No, the Falling Eagle Stream is just such a belonging, what good weapons are there there!"

"Forget it if you don't!" Wukong shrugged indifferently, "I'm just asking!

"You?"

"Alas!" Wukong sighed a little lost, ignoring the golden three, waved his sleeves, and strode outside.

As soon as he took a few steps, there was a clang, his body staggered, and he seemed to have tripped over something.

"Huh?"

After Wukong jumped over, he turned around and looked down, only to see a rusty broken stick under his feet, half of which was submerged in the dirt, and a small half was exposed to the ground.

"What kind of, dare to be Lao Tzu's way?"

He whispered a curse in his mouth, shook his head, and turned to leave.

"With... I... Walk... Right?"

Behind him, a soft, very delicate voice suddenly drifted into his ears.

"Who?" he quickly turned around, pricked up his eyes and searched carefully, only to see that Jin San and a few stupid birds were staring at him in a daze.

"Could it be that Lao Sun's ears are not hearing well?" he scratched his head a little embarrassedly, with a little suspicion, and turned around and prepared to walk out of the cave.

"Damn, you stepped on me!"

"Hmm!" the monkey rushed over, grabbed Jin San's chest feathers, and shouted angrily, "Damn miscellaneous hair, you dare to tease me?"

"What?" Jin San's eyes straightened, stunned.

"Daffodils don't bloom, and you still want to pretend to be garlic?" the monkey glared, and saliva sprayed Jin San's face.

"What garlic?" Jin San touched his face helplessly, and his eyes were about to fall out of anger.

"Is it really not you?" the monkey was stunned for a moment and let go of the feathers.

He turned his head to look at the other harpies, and his eyes swept away, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of something like a broken stick on the ground.

"Could it be you?"

He walked over slowly, looked down a few times, and secretly pressed and picked up the dirt in all directions, and picked out the whole stick on the ground with a pop.

"A broken stick?"

He reached out and grabbed the broken stick that fell from the air, and when he grasped it, his heart suddenly trembled inexplicably.

"Huh, evil!"

He picked up the broken stick, turned it over and looked at it upside down.

Under a closer look, I saw a broken stick in my hand, like a gun like a stick, not gold or wood, the whole stick body was covered with blue-black rock fragments, and even soil and weeds, and the end that seemed to be the head of the gun had already been destroyed, as for the head of the gun, I don't know where it was lost.

"Is it a spear?"

"But why don't you see the gun?"

Wukong's eyes narrowed, and he secretly probed a trace of divine thought and pondered it carefully for a while, but a few minutes passed, and he still couldn't see any clues.

"Strange?"

He turned his head to look at Jin San, only to see the big bird, covering its mouth with its wings, snickering.

After thinking about it, he frowned and said, "That's it, let's go!"

Behind him, Jin San was about to laugh off his big teeth, and said secretly: "This broken stick, for thousands of years, I can't even look down on the keeper of the night pot, it's just chicken ribs, I didn't expect to be bumped into by a monkey today, and I still treat it as a baby, it's a big joke!"

He shook his head happily, and then his eyes glared at the several harpies who were smiling and snickering, and with a flap of his wings, he walked out with a wicked smile.