"Uh...... The name of the junior brother is unique, and I am indeed very envious. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Lan Feng squeezed out a reluctant smile on his face.

"Cut, come on, you're jealous of me!" The king pretended to be deep, sighed lightly, took out a red wooden sword from his arms, shook it in front of Lan Feng, and said, "Senior brother, this is the magic weapon I chose today, how about it, it is very compatible with my wooden man." ”

Lan Feng took the flying sword, swept it lightly, and exclaimed, "Well, yes, it's a good sword." ”

"Of course, as soon as I entered the Treasure Pavilion, I was shocked by the countless treasures inside, this wooden sword was the first magic weapon I saw when I entered the door, I thought that most people would want to see more when they went in to choose treasures, and they would not choose the first magic weapon at the entrance.

In this case, this wooden sword must be the most old. There is a theorem in the cultivation realm, that is, the older the magic weapon, the greater the potential for it to be developed, and I believe that this wooden sword must be extraordinary. I've been researching it for a while, and I've already figured out a lot of features. The king gushed out.

"Senior brother, you are indeed very smart. When Lan Feng said this, he suddenly remembered something, took out a small gray umbrella from the storage bag, handed it back to the king along with the flying sword, and said, "Return this extraordinary sword to you, and help me repair this umbrella by the way." ”

The king was stunned for a moment, took the things in Lan Feng's hand, first put his sword treasure into the storage bag, and then stared at the worn-out umbrella in his hand, and said suspiciously: "Senior brother, this umbrella looks too shabby, is it very precious to you......?"

"It's precious. Lan Feng smiled slightly, interrupting what the king was about to say.

The king sighed lightly, turned the umbrella in his hand and observed, and said to himself: "Alas, too, I have been here for many years, although Chu Yunfeng's disciples are also dressed well, but I often fall asleep in the dead of night with the gown made for me by my mother, although I can't wear it now, but that familiar taste is really too kind." ”

Lan Feng walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, have a chance to go down the mountain to see your parents, they should miss you too." ”

The king paused, a faint cold light quickly flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed, and said, "Senior brother, you have been in the pavilion for so long, you must have chosen something good, why don't you take it out and let the junior brother open his eyes?"

Lan Feng pointed to the umbrella in his hand with a smile, and said, "Didn't you already give it to you?"

The king looked in the direction Lan Feng was pointing, his facial muscles twitched unnaturally, and said, "You won't tell me that this broken umbrella is the magic weapon you chose, right?"

"Otherwise?" Lan Feng shrugged helplessly, and added: "Don't call it a broken umbrella in the future, I named it Xiaofeng, it's good!"

"Little ...... Xiaofeng?" The king swallowed his saliva fiercely, glanced at the umbrella in his hand again, and said incredulously, "You still name it?"

"What, what's wrong?" Lan Feng pursed his lips.

"Everyone is different, and there's nothing wrong with that. The king took a deep look at the umbrella in his hand again, his eyebrows were already twisted, and said, "But no matter how I look at it, it doesn't look like a magic weapon." ”

"Then does the junior brother cultivate or not?" Lan Feng sighed lightly and asked.

"Repair! Of course I cultivate, how could I refuse Senior Brother's request?" The king squinted and smiled, and while turning over and over to observe the umbrella in his hand, he pouted and said, "Senior brother, tell me the truth, did you have a grudge against someone in Chu Yunfeng." ”

Hearing the king's words, Lan Feng was confused and puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

The king stared at Lan Feng's eyes with great meaning, and said, "When you came out, didn't you encounter any suspicious people following you?"

"The person who is following me?" Lan Feng frowned slightly, and said, "It doesn't seem like there is......"

"Then you have to thank me. The king smiled mysteriously and continued: "I waited at the gate of the Treasure Pavilion until it was dark, and I didn't see you come out. I was going to wait a little longer, but when I saw a person squatting in the corner, I thought he had forgotten to go in, so I went over to warn him, and he told me that he was waiting for someone. ”

"And then?" Lan Feng's heart shook, the first thing he thought of was the mysterious disciple in the Black Wind Tomb.

"He still wanted to talk to me at the time, but fortunately, I was extremely smart and didn't tell him, but I didn't know who he was waiting for. But as far as I know, among all the disciples, it seems that you are the only one who has not yet come out. The king carefully recalled the scene at that time.

"He didn't follow you?" Lan Feng was still uneasy.

"Even if he followed, it was useless, I sat with Lin Yu for a long time before leaving. The king touched his nose and was very proud of his cautious attitude.

"I did offend a lot of people before, maybe one of them. Lan Feng made it up, but he was a little apprehensive in his heart, he wasn't afraid of that disciple, what he was most worried about was the master in that person's mouth, the person who could easily control the Qing Tribulation, and it should be easy to kill him.

"Senior brother, do you know what the Gathering Spirit Pill is?" He suddenly remembered what the two people he met on the way said, it was good to know a little more knowledge.