Lan Feng closed his eyes, and the words in his mouth were repeated, and Qing Tribulation suddenly quickly melted into the thorn ball and disappeared. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info black thorn ball, and there is a "stabbing" sound.

"It seems that this Qing Tribulation has been completely successfully cultivated by me, and until now, there has been no change again, it's really good, there is an extra magic weapon with force value!" Lan Feng opened his eyes and looked at the thorn ball in the air, stood up, and cautiously stretched out his hand.

A slight tingling sensation melted into the fingertips of his fingers touching the thorn ball, and it passed over him in an instant, as if it was an electric shock, or it was possible that the Qing Tribulation had been refined by him, this feeling was not very strong, and it disappeared after a while.

Lan Feng gently placed the thorn ball in the palm of his hand, and a sense of satisfaction arose in his heart.

"On that day, what was the origin of the middle-aged man and that young disciple in the Black Wind Tomb? Now that the Qing Tribulation has been refined by me, presumably he will no longer be able to find me through his divine sense, right?" Lan Feng was pondering when there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and before he could react, the door was pushed open with a creak.

"Who's there?" said in a voice that felt familiar.

Lan Feng took a deep breath, simply stopped putting away the stabbing ball, and slowly turned around.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Lan Feng!" I only saw a white-clothed disciple standing at the door.

Lan Feng glanced at this person carefully, instantly laughed, and said, "Senior Brother Beast, I haven't seen you for five years, you still seem to be so glorious!"

The person standing at the door was Qin Shou.

"Hehe, it's only been five years, why worry about it, but the junior brother is a lot older!" Qin Shou glanced at the white hair on his forehead, swaggered over to Lan Feng's side, stared at the black thorn ball in his hand, and his hand stretched out from the wide sleeve.

Seeing this, Lan Feng quickly retracted his hand, and the thorn ball fell to the ground, and Qin Shou also touched the air.

"Senior brother, this thorn ball has electricity, if it is pierced, even the gods can't save it!" Lan Feng pretended to be shocked, rubbing his hands back and forth on his body.

"Really?" Qin Shou stared suspiciously at the black thorn ball rolling aside, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Why did the junior brother put it in his hand just now? Could it be that this is a treasure, are you afraid that the senior brother will take it?"

"This is indeed a little magic weapon of mine, I bought it in the grocery store to play when I went down the mountain before, it looked very domineering, and the retreat was boring, so I injected some spiritual power into it, thinking that I could support the scene at a critical moment. But something seems to have gone wrong with this thing lately, sparks come out from time to time, and I have been electrocuted three times before you even came in!" Lan Feng shook his head with a wry smile, but there was a look of fear on his face.

"Lan Feng, do you really treat me as a fool? just came in, look at your face is very good!" Qin Shou's face was dark, and he bent down to pick up the thorn ball on the ground.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Lan Feng had words in his mouth, and when Qin Shou's hand was still three inches away from the thorn ball, there was a sudden "stab" sound, and a light purple electric light flashed from the thorn ball.

Qin Shou's feet trembled, he almost fell, staggered back a few steps, and said in shock: "Is this thing really electrified?"

"See, Senior Brother, I was afraid that you would be hurt before I stopped you! There have been rumors before, I think you must have heard of it, right? If something suddenly becomes electrified, it must be cursed by the heavenly realm, and if this thing is taken by a monk, the end will be killed by countless thunderstorms!

I'm already timid, and the thought of a thunderstorm to be suffered during the foundation building period makes me feel terrified, not to mention that there are countless ways! No, just now I was thinking about disposing of this thing, and you came in. If Senior Brother Qin likes it, take it, but if something happens, don't blame me!"

Lan Feng snickered inwardly, but the expression on his face became even more frightened.

"No...... No need, junior brother should keep it for himself, and then ...... Goodbye!" Qin Shou waved his hand again and again, glanced at the black thorn ball in the corner with palpitations, and ran out with a puff of smoke.

Lan Feng followed, standing at the door and shouting loudly: "For the sake of our same master, if the senior brother wants, Lan Feng will keep it for you!"

When Qin Shou heard Lan Feng's words, he didn't look back, he quickened his pace, and disappeared in an instant.

Lan Feng chuckled, returned to the room, picked up the thorn ball on the ground, and sighed: "I don't know how powerful this thorn ball with the green tribulation is, I was really afraid that he would be electrocuted just now." Alas, let's put this thing away, the ultimate magic weapon like this is used to save your life at a time of life and death!"

As soon as he put the thorn ball into the storage bag, he saw the king running in from the door panting with his bag on his back, throwing the package on the table, and said excitedly: "Senior brother, hurry up...... Come with me!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Lan Feng's arm and was about to go out.

"Senior brother, what made you so flustered?" Lan Feng had already been pulled to the door, looking at the king inexplicably.