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What's more, the black jade zither on his back is the most precious spiritual instrument of the five towns in Lingzhi mountain.
This kind of equipment is that ordinary foundation building friars dare to go up. If their strength is slightly weak, even if their spirit tools are slightly weak, they must kneel down.
Zhou caoshu noticed Feng San Dao's look, and immediately touched her beard and said, ”ha ha, of course, it's me. Ha ha. Five years ago, we recruited a master of weapon refining, and Lingling is the leader's disciple. Naturally, there are more spiritual tools on her body, ha ha, ha ha...”
When it comes to the end, he can't help laughing. He knows the effect of such equipment. He didn't stop it because he wanted to show off.
”Even the treasure of zhenpai has been brought. Is this more spiritual weapon?”
However, the material of Tianyin Dao fell to the upper level, because it was not the same as that of Tianyin.
But this body is an ancient treasure. Special sonic attack is even more powerful than ordinary magic weapons.
Zhou caoshu said with a smile: ”the great Brahman voice used to be the treasure of our town sect, but now it's not. Ha ha, you know that!”
Feng San Dao's face turned black and he scolded in his heart, ”I know your uncle!”
The five foundation building disciples around him were embarrassed. One of them wrapped himself around his body, and the belt of ”Bihua guard”, which was usually used as a treasure, was also quietly put away.
”It's better for you to have nothing on your body.”
The disciple who took his belt despised himself severely and looked at the elder martial sisters and brothers around him. Then he looked a little better.
At least the elder martial sister and elder brother who came together are as poor as themselves
Zhou caoshu said triumphantly, ”Lingling, haven't you seen your uncle Feng yet? You may be promoted to Yuanying on that day. ”
”Mo Lingling has met all the senior brothers and sisters, as well as senior uncle Feng.”
When she heard her master calling herself, Mo Lingling showed a little smile and saluted Fengsan Dao and the foundation building monks of Qianmo gate.
”Martial uncle
Feng San Dao roared in his heart. He was actually a martial uncle. Lao Tzu was a great monk in the later stage of the golden elixir. He was more powerful than Zhou caoshu in the middle period of the golden elixir. I don't know how many times. If you give me a chance, Laozi can kill this weak old man of grass and trees with one knife, and let his disciples take advantage of himself.
Feng San Dao's face is not good-looking. He snorts coldly. He ignores Mo Lingling. He swings his sleeves and turns his head to look at the other side. Obviously, he doesn't want to pay attention to it.
All the building foundation friars of qianmomen quickly returned their salutes. Several of them were even more enthusiastic. However, after seeing the equipment on Mo Lingling, they blushed one by one, but in their hearts, one by one, they thought of Mo Lingling.
”Hum!”
The male disciples of Lingzhi mountain seemed to be disgusted with some of the foundation building friars, especially when they saw their eyes on Mo Lingling, they couldn't help humming.
Even the two female disciples in the foundation period couldn't help blushing for them. Their eyes were too naked.
A few thousand gate foundation building friars this just react to come over, one by one moment, a pair of fairyland manner bone's posture, and before the appearance instantaneous change is illegible.
”Not promising!”
Feng San Dao couldn't help but scold. He had already remembered the disciples who annoyed him in silence. After he went back, he asked them to shut up one by one and not to come out for ten years.
Zhou caoshu seemed to be in a state, pointing to his other disciple with a proud look: ”fenglaogui, this is my close disciple. How about it? Ten years later, he entered the gas refining great perfection. Ha ha, this qualification is even said by the leader. The future of this son is limitless. ”
”Ten years!”
Feng San Dao was surprised. He didn't expect that this humble disciple was more terrifying than Mo Lingling. A hundred years later, there might be another Yuanying monk in Lingzhi mountain.
You should know that the qualification cultivation of Fengsan Dao has almost come to an end in the later stage of Jindan. There may be a chance to break through to the golden elixir, but it is absolutely impossible to break through to the realm of Yuanying.
”Disciple songshanke, I've met uncle Feng, and I've met all the senior brothers and sisters.”
”Uncle I grass
Feng San Dao looks at the serious songshanke, and he can't help roaring again, and his good feeling for songshanke disappears in a moment. , the fastest update of the webnovel!