Cultivating the magic weapon, it seems that his mother, the Lord Lord, wants to use this Wind Spirit Sword as the main magic weapon to exercise.

"Ling Er, didn't find a suitable one?" Fang Qingmei asked Fang Ling with concern after his Yuan Ying grabbed the Wind Spirit Sword and re-entered his body.

Fang Ling smiled and said, "It's not that I'm not satisfied, it's just that it's all about the same, I don't know which one to choose." ”

Fang Qingmei was not a stupid person, especially after being promoted to Yuanying, she understood better how powerful Fang Ling was if he was able to be fearless of Fang Shengtian. Knowing what Fang Ling meant, she said to herself, "Look at these, if there is anything you are looking for." ”

Although he felt that the result might be similar, Fang Ling was still unwilling to refuse Fang Qingmei's kindness, and strolled to the jade shelf where Fang Qingmei was standing.

This is also a magic weapon, and in terms of quality, the magic weapon here is not as good as that over there. After a brief inspection, Fang Ling took his Divine Sense.

Although he was not satisfied, he was still ready to take a few random things and empty them in Baoshan, but he was unwilling to do them.

"Hmm!"

Just as Fang Ling was about to casually put away a fiery red red red cupboard, he suddenly found that inside the jade box where the cupboard was stored, there was a swarthy stick-mounted object.

Fang Ling's divine sense instantly shrouded towards the long stick, but as his mind shrouded in the long stick, all he could feel was as if there was nothing but a cold murderous aura.

He took the stick out and found that it should not be called a stick. Instead, it should be called a parent gun.

A seven-foot-long, swarthy spear.

Holding this spear in his hand, Fang Ling felt that this spear weighed a thousand pounds.

And in his heart. Holding this gun gave him a strange feeling. It was a strange feeling, he couldn't say it, but he felt extremely useful.

If I had to describe it, it was that he had an urge to look up to the sky and roar.

This is definitely not an ordinary gun, but why did he urge it, except that he felt that he was heavier. And don't feel anything else?

For a while, Fang Ling didn't bother to choose a magic weapon, but picked up this spear with his heart.

When it started. Fang Ling only sensed this spear with his mind, but after he used several methods and found nothing, Fang Ling began to urge his three-flavor true fire to calcinate this spear.

According to Fang Ling's thoughts. If this spear were just a normal spear. Then if you use the Three Flavors True Fire, you will definitely be able to deform this spear.

It's a pity, no matter how Fang Ling used the Three Flavors True Fire, the spear didn't have the slightest reaction.

It should even be said that the spear did not mean to burn at all.

This discovery made Fang Ling happy in his heart, although he still hadn't judged the usefulness of the spear, but this spear. It must be a strange treasure.

In the end, Fang Ling gritted his teeth and put away the three flavors of true fire. He released the golden spirit worm in his demon flag. These gold essence insects can be said to swallow nothing about gold essence. In the face of the magic weapon flying sword, this kind of golden essence insect will also devour a clean one.

But this time, when Fang Ling urged these golden spirit insects to rush towards the spear, the group of golden spirit insects that had originally touched the golden crystal, as if they had encountered a wolf with meat, retreated frantically.

These golden spirit insects are trembling one by one.

They're terrified, these low-intelligence insects, and they're giving up an instinctive fear of the spear.

"Ling'er, the time is almost up, have you chosen something, let's go out. Fang Qingmei walked towards Fang Ling and said in a deep voice.

Fang Ling was no longer interested in choosing anything else at this time, he raised the spear in his hand and said, "Mother, I'll choose this." ”

Fang Qingmei looked at the spear that didn't have any magic weapon flavor, and his brows were furrowed. But just as she was about to speak, the space around her wrinkled, and an invisible force directly sent the two people out of the treasure house.

Time's up!

Back then, the ancestors of the Fang clan forbade this treasure house, and the time spent in this treasure house was at most half an hour.

"Light eyebrows, Fang Ling, what magic weapon have you obtained?" Fang Shengtian and the four of them were still waiting for Fang Ling and them outside, and when they saw the two of them coming out, Fang Shengtian asked with a smile.

However, when he saw the black spear in Fang Ling's hand, his brows furrowed, and there was a hint of thought in his expression.

Fang Ling's interest in this strange spear could be said to be getting bigger and bigger, he stretched out the spear towards Fang Shengtian and said, "Great Elder, I took a turn around the treasure house, and I still have a good feeling for him, but I just don't know what the magic of this spear is?"

"Hehe, you're stumped on me, to be honest, I really don't know how good this spear is. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, this spear has already appeared in the treasure house since the ancestors of our Fang family clan started to establish the clan. According to the records of the foundation of the clan, it seems that the ancestors got it from somewhere. ”

"Although when they got this thing, the ancestors thought that it was not an ordinary thing, but until now, this spear has always been in the treasure house, and no one understands its wonderful use!"

How long has the Fang family been in existence, not to mention Fang Ling, even Fang Shengtian doesn't know. And this spear has been stored since that time, which makes people almost have to guess that it is a treasure.

But for so many years, the Fang family didn't know how many heroes didn't know how to use this gun.

The spear is actually a scrap.

It's like if you have the fastest car, but you don't have gas, so you have to sit there as an ornament.

"Fang Ling, listen to me, it's better for you to put this spear back and choose a new magic weapon. Fang Shengtian glanced at the spear and persuaded Fang Ling in a deep voice.

If everything in that treasure house was useful to Fang Ling, maybe Fang Ling would listen to Fang Shengtian's advice.

It's just that Fang Ling, who had almost explored the treasure house, didn't find half of the things that were useful to him in the treasure house at all.

I don't understand the use of this spear for a while. But once you are able to participate in it, you may be able to bring some kind of surprise to yourself.

Therefore, Fang Ling pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Elder Kindness." Fang Ling's heart, I want it. ”

Fang Shengtian saw that Fang Ling was resolute, and he didn't persuade again, he was afraid that he would persuade too much and provoke Fang Ling's heart. After all, Fang Ling was not an ordinary person, and he had to be careful everywhere about Fang Ling's affairs.

The mountain wind is howling. Fang Ling stood on a mountain peak not far from the Temple of Heaven with a spear in his hand.

As the spear in his hand trembled, the shadows of the spears continued to hit the rocks with the wind, leaving hundreds of holes of the same size in an instant.

This scene. If it fell into the eyes of a cultivator below the seventh level of Qi cultivation, he would definitely be shocked.

After all, even if he cultivated to the peak of the sixth layer of Qi cultivation, it was impossible to exert a snatch to this kind of Cheng dù.

But...... Fang Ling was the Yuan Infant Ancestor, who was not much stronger than the peak of the sixth layer of Qi cultivation. This kind of power. For him. Actually, there really doesn't make the slightest sense at all.

"Go"

With a long shout, Fang Ling suddenly threw the spear, and Fang Ling's Haoran True Yuan urged the spear, like a shocking rainbow, slamming into another mountain peak thousands of zhang away.

"Boom"

With a roar, the hundred-foot mountain peak shattered in an instant, and rocks of different sizes flew in all directions. Snakes, rats, and beasts hidden among mountain peaks. It's like facing the end of the world.

One shot breaks through a hill, which is for ordinary people. It was really a dream, but Fang Ling, as the Ancestor of the Primordial Infant, was too easy to do. He had at least a hundred ways to do it, and each of them wouldn't be as strenuous as it was now.

It's just hard work, in fact, Fang Ling's shot has already urged all of his Haoran Qi, if he uses this Haoran Qi on the Shangqing Heavenly Thunder Sword, he can easily flatten this mountain peak.

Beckoning towards the black spear, the spear flew into Fang Ling's hand again. From this point of view, the spear was like a magic weapon, imprinted by Fang Ling's mind.

But in fact, this was a technique for Fang Ling to use the True Yuan, as for the black spear, it was difficult for Fang Ling to leave any divine thoughts in it so far.

The spear didn't have any scars, no dull marks, as if the shot just now wasn't poked out by him.

I stroked the spear, and the body was cold. Fang Ling shook his head and casually put the spear into his small bag.

Although he was eager to find out the secret of this spear. But alas, the spear is very reluctant to cooperate. In the past ten days, he has put all his mind on this spear, but there is no way to do it.

"Meet the Elders!" a woman with a picturesque face and light as jade came to Fang Ling's approach with Nana, bowed down and saluted Fang Ling.

This woman is a genius who has risen in the Fang family in the past ten years, although the bloodline of the test is not as perverted as Fang Qingmei, but she also has the proud achievement of seven feet and three feet.

I don't know what Fang Shengtian's considerations were, so he transferred her to his side to listen to it. And Fang Qingmei also strongly supports this.

Fang Lingyi waved his hand and asked, "Where did my mother go?"

"Elder Qingmei said Elder, you loved to eat plum blossom cakes when you were a child, and she went to Shenyuan City, thousands of miles away, to choose the raw materials for plum blossom cakes for you. Although Fang Xiu'er had a very strict expression on her face, she couldn't help but laugh.

Fang Ling couldn't see Fang Xiu'er's smile, but he couldn't do anything about it, in the past ten days, Fang Qingmei seemed to make up for the lack of care for him over the years, and he had to change his way to cook for him every day.

And it's all what the owner liked to eat when he was a child.

In fact, whether it was Fang Ling or Fang Qingmei, they didn't have to eat for a long time. But Fang Qingmei was never tired of it, and the little consciousness in Fang Ling's heart also liked this feeling.

As a last resort, Fang Ling only had Fang Qingmei to do something, and he would eat what he was happy to eat, looking like he was feasting.

However, after eating it for more than ten days, Fang Ling asked himself, and felt that he seemed to be very dependent and enjoyed this feeling of being spoiled. (To be continued......)

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