Chapter 41 (1/2)

Even, I didn't feel the owner's soul mark on it.

”Do you think the disciples of Xuanmen would run around with such a big bow? For what? Hunting wild boars

Gouzhu snickered in his heart. He was right. Wood used to hunt around with such a bow.

Zeng fan didn't know how wonderful they were. The words of Gouzhu naturally affected the balance in his mind. Why did a group of disciples of the Xuanmen of Cuiyu palace carry such a useless and occupying space?

”Stupid. Do you really think the best magic weapon is so easy to recognize?” Hook pig lost no time to continue to emphasize.

”Well, you boy,” said fat Zeng at last, ”I'll get the bow. But you don't want to get out of this cell, unless you turn yourself into shit and slide out of this hole! ” Zeng fan pointed to the hole the size of a fist in the wall, and Xuan went out of the prison gate and locked a dark iron gate which was half a person high and at least a foot thick.

Hook pig is a bitter smile.

This door, even can't open itself, the lock is outside the door. He doesn't even have a keyhole in this closed cell.

In other words, the door can only be opened outside the door. Once someone outside forgets him intentionally or unintentionally, he can only become a fossil in the stone.

Zeng fan went to the evidence room and took the huge wooden bow in his hand.

The bow really looked like a branch, a branch that was not so old, as if it had just been broken from a tree. There was nothing special about it.

He injected his divine consciousness into it and scanned it thoroughly again. The bow was really wood or wood. He could not feel any aura fluctuation.

Is it true that the best magic weapon in the legend is like this?

Perhaps, the best magic weapon is just like those monks who are far superior to him in Taoism. They can hide their accomplishments in front of him. Without the master's command, no trace will be revealed

He returned to the secret prison with the wooden bow.

”Boy,” he decided to give the other party only one chance, ”give you ten rest time to make me believe that this broken wooden bow is a magic weapon. Or I'll cut you into pieces after ten breaths. I'm sure you'll shout a few more times. I'm not sure I'll get all the money, but I'm sure I won't lose. ”

”Fire...” Without hesitation, you say, ”burn the pig.”

Zeng fan took out a torch, lit it, and then began to burn the wooden bow.

If this is really a magic weapon Then if the other party urges the magic weapon, it can kill him in an instant.

But it's impossible.

There is no magic weapon in the world, which can be activated without genuine Qi. The boy's hands are tied on the fetters of immortals, and there is no way for him to have any real Qi. Even if there is, he will kill the other party at the moment when he is out of the body.

There is no magic weapon that can be detonated by any fire, not to mention the best. It is the ordinary magic weapon of every kind, which is generally not invaded by water and fire. Only by using Lihuo Qi or burning samadhi fire can you do damage to ordinary magic weapons.

This burning, on the contrary, may be a kind of secret mark to open the magic weapon.

Zeng fan directly put the flame on the bow and immediately blackened a small section.

But at the same time, a wave of aura that excited him also came from the wooden bow, which had been motionless.

Is this really a magic weapon? Legendary magic weapon! Worth at least 2 million pure Yang pills!

Zeng fan's palms were sweating. For the first time, he held such a valuable thing in his hand.

He quickly blew out the fire for fear of burning the baby.

Of course, if a magic weapon can be damaged by such a small fire, that's the hell.

The problem is that the fluctuating aura, like a whirlpool, spreads out from the wooden bow, and in an instant it expands to an astonishing extent. A terrible aura, like viscous liquid, almost fills the whole cell, making him unable to breathe.

”It's really the best magic weapon. It's powerful Is it a little too scary? ” What's more, the hand he held on to the bow suddenly felt as if he had been stabbed by countless needle tips. He could not help throwing the bow out of his hand, and his body would retreat violently.

But the bow didn't go out. It was glued to his hand.

Mufei hates fire the most.

He's even more annoying. Someone's burning him.

He obeyed the tree emperor's will and hid his strength as a bow. However, he was very upset by the burning, and he was already furious. Although the tree emperor asked him to stay in the bow, he did not say that the shape of the bow itself could not be changed.

He didn't come out of the bow, it just grew some fibrous roots and went straight into the palm of the fat man who burned him at this point.

”Good boy, you are plotting against me!”

”Where is it?” Still hanging all over the bloodstained hook pig, showing an innocent expression, ”you now believe that this is a magic weapon?” Then his blood red eyes turned to a smug grin.”It can't be a magic weapon...”

It's not that the bow can't be thrown off on your hand. Zeng fan felt that something had penetrated into his palm, extended along his meridians at a furious speed, and even into his own Qi sea, where he greedily absorbed his true Qi.