Due to the distance and lack of spiritual energy cultivation, I couldn't clearly see what the stick in Batulu's hand looked like. I could only vaguely see its size, which seemed to be similar to the big wrought copper stick that Batulu used before.

Batulu was so happy that he walked three steps at a time and then walked to the bonfire and stood astride the stick, "How about it?"

He stood up and looked at it carefully by the firelight. He saw that the stick was completely black, about one foot long and one and a half inches wide. There was no decoration or pattern on the stick body.

He really wanted to say something nice to Batulu, but he really couldn't think of any words of praise, just because this stick was really ordinary and couldn't be more ordinary. It was just a big black iron rod. There was nothing special about it.

The only difference is that it is half an inch thicker than an ordinary stick.

"What's going on? Didn't you see something?" Batulu was waiting to praise him.

Shake his head slowly.

"Haha, you can't tell it," Batulu laughed loudly, "This is a magic stick."

"Magical stick?" He frowned.

"Yes, don't look at it. It's black. After infusing it with spiritual energy, it can change color. Just look at it." Batulu's Vajra Indestructible Magic has already been completed. After saying this, he took a deep breath of luck. With the infusion of spiritual energy, it became as dark as ink.

The iron rod gradually turned into a bright red. It was not that the whole body changed color at the same time, but that it started to change color wherever the spiritual energy was poured into it.

Seeing that he was dumbfounded, Batulu became more and more excited, "I will take back my spiritual energy and practice again. This time you have to watch carefully."

After saying that, without waiting for a response, he twirled the iron rod to create a stick flower, then leaned heavily on the ground and poured in spiritual energy. The dark iron rod began to change color from the part where it was held. With every breath and breath, the entire stick changed color again.

It turned into red color.

When the iron rod turned red, Batulu once again played a stick flower, and the red light shone, blinding the eyes.

"How is it? Does it look good? Is it impressive?" Batulu smiled from ear to ear.

"Good-looking and majestic." He nodded repeatedly. Previously, he was wondering what kind of weapon could make Batulu and others so eager. This time he finally knew. Although he didn't know the origin of this stick, he knew

This thing is absolutely extraordinary.

"Master said that the magic stick can not only turn into red, but as my spiritual energy cultivation becomes higher and higher, it can also turn into blue or even purple in the future." Batulu did not hide his ecstasy.

At this time, Li Zhongyong and three others also came from the west. Batulu turned to the three of them and said, "Wait a minute, I haven't finished speaking yet." After saying that, he put the stick in his hand horizontally on the ground.

He waved, "Here, try the portion."

"There's no need to try, I'm sure I can't lift it," he said.

"Hey, how do you know?" Batulu stared in confusion.

"The stick was placed on the ground and immediately sank half an inch into the soil. It's not very heavy. How could it be like this?" he said.

"Quickly, guess how heavy it is." Batulu urged.

"Three hundred and sixty pounds." Chen Liqiu interrupted with a wicked smile.

Hearing Chen Liqiu's words, Batulu became very angry and turned around to complain, "You talk too much. If you say less, I will choke you to death."

I didn't want to try to pick it up, but after hearing what Chen Liqiu said, I had doubts in my heart, so I stepped forward and tried to grab it. However, the iron rod was half an inch into the ground, making it inconvenient to grab it.

Seeing that he had nowhere to put any effort, Batulu reached out and grabbed one end of the iron rod, placed a stone under it, "Come on, come on, try again."

I stretched out my hand to grab it, pulled hard, but couldn't pick it up in sight, so I had to use both hands. However, after exhausting all my strength, it was like a cricket shaking a tree, but the iron rod remained motionless.

Seeing that his face was red from holding it back, Batulu just stopped with satisfaction, "Okay, okay, your left arm is injured, don't try it."

He let go and straightened up, feeling extremely surprised, "This stick is not very big, but it is so heavy."

"The magic stick is the magic stick. This magic stick is suitable for me, and no one else can afford it." Batulu was very proud.

"The magic stick is just a demon stick at best." Chen Liqiu was a little disdainful.

"Why are you so annoying?" Batulu turned around angrily.

"I'm just telling the truth," Chen Liqiu said, "The slate clearly states that the iron rod is made of Nine Heavens Black Iron and originally belonged to the demon monkey Yuan Hong. What is the stick used by the demon if it is not a demon stick?

"

Seeing that there were many slanderous words in Chen Liqiu's words, Batulu felt very angry, but he was not good at words and did not know how to refute. When he was angry, he could only curl his lips and snort, "You are jealous, but it is useless to be jealous. You can't help it."

move."

"I'm not a monkey, I don't like to play with sticks." Chen Liqiu was playing with a blade of grass in his mouth.

Chen Liqiu's words were obviously sarcastic, but Batulu didn't react. Seeing that there was still half a pot of rice beside the campfire, he quickly walked over, picked up the iron pot and wolfed it down.

"Here, go on." Chen Liqiu threw a weapon towards him.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it, and after catching it, he looked up and down. He originally thought that what Chen Liqiu threw to him was a sword. But when he looked carefully, he saw that it was not. The scabbard was slightly curved and it should be a knife.

"Third Senior Brother, it's useless for me to ask for a knife. I don't know how to use it." He said.

"You can learn it if you don't know how," Chen Liqiu said. "This sword is called Hanyue. It was made by Mrs. Xu. The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing. It is the originator of sharp knives."

Without waiting for an answer, Batulu, who was holding the iron pot, shouted vaguely, "Hey, we won't use weapons made by women."

"Ignorant and ignorant," Chen Liqiu glanced at Batulu with contempt, "Who told you that Mrs. Xu is a woman?"

"The madam is not a woman, how can she still be a man?" Batulu asked rhetorically.

"Mrs. Xu is a famous swordsmith in the Spring and Autumn Period. Madam is his name, and this Hanyue Sword is his proud work in his life." Chen Liqiu said.

"Huh, that's nonsense. How could the lady be a man?" Batulu shook his head.

"There are inscriptions on the stone slabs supporting these weapons, which clearly indicate the origins of these weapons." Chen Liqiu said.

He was not interested in the origin of the knife because he didn't want it at all. Seeing Chen Liqiu's empty hands, he stuffed the long knife back and said, "Third Senior Brother, I really don't want it. You can keep it for use."

"He has it," Batulu interrupted, "it's wrapped around his waist."

After being reminded by Batulu, he discovered that Chen Liqiu had a strange belt wrapped around his waist. The belt was green and black and was made up of countless small buckles. It seemed to be made of metal. The belt buckle in the middle of the front waist was a

A strange red bird with a raised neck and raised tail.

Seeing that he was staring at his belt, Chen Liqiu lowered his hand to hold the bird-shaped sword hilt, and pulled out the long sword wrapped around his waist. .??.

After Chen Liqiu pulled out the long sword, he was stunned. It was a strange long sword that he had never seen before. The red sword body was not hard and straight, but was extremely soft, as smooth as silk.

Batulu had been hit by Chen Liqiu before, and this time he took the opportunity to retaliate, "What kind of bird knife is that of yours? It's soft and can neither cut nor chop. How can it be used for eggs?"

Chen Liqiu ignored him, smiled slightly, flicked his wrist, and the soft sword in his hand immediately straightened. Chen Liqiu held the sword in his left hand, and flicked the fingers of his right hand, and the long sword immediately made a crisp clang.

When the long sword stopped clanging, Chen Liqiu lowered his hand and swung back, cutting the bluestone that Batulu had used to support the iron rod in two.

After opening the bluestone, Chen Liqiu withdrew his strength and reinserted the softened long sword into the scabbard. It was only then that he noticed that the soft sword used by Chen Liqiu also had a scabbard. The scabbard served as a belt. When facing the enemy in battle, What was pulled out was the sword blade.

"It doesn't matter if you are soft at ordinary times, but being tough at critical moments is the best way." Chen Liqiu smiled evilly.

It is estimated that only Li Zhongyong could hear his pun. Li Zhongyong glanced at Chen Liqiu dissatisfied and asked, "How is Master?"

"I ate some rice porridge and fell asleep in the car," he said.

Li Zhongyong sighed softly and sat next to the fire.

"Second Senior Brother, is that a sword you are holding?" he asked.

"Yes," Li Zhongyong nodded, "My sword is a pure Jun sword belonging to the master swordsmith Ou Yezi."

Li Zhongyong obviously didn't want to show off, but he didn't say anything. Someone said it for him. Chen Liqiu walked to the fire and sat down, "Chunjun is the last long sword made by the master swordsmith Ou Yezi. Ou Yezi is in this sword." He poured all his efforts into the sword. Not long after Chunjun was born, Ou

Yezi passed away. Although the Chunjun sword looks simple and regular, it is a well-deserved magic weapon. It is extremely sharp and can cut iron like clay."

After nodding, he asked, "Third Senior Brother, what is the origin of your sword?"

Chen Liqiu said casually, "This sword is called the Zhuxuan Sword. The body of the Vermilion Bird sword is made of the fire gold essence of the southern country, and the Xuanwu scabbard is made of the ice and cold iron of the North Sea. It has both yin and yang. It can be worn with you to keep it warm in winter and cool in summer. This sword can be strong and soft." There are countless changes and tricks, which are used to defeat the enemy, and it is extremely difficult to guard against them.”

Chen Liqiu paused for a moment before speaking again, "This sword was originally the sword of the First Emperor. According to legend, the First Emperor was often in embarrassment when he was assassinated. The sword he carried with him was too long and could not be drawn out in critical moments, so he was assassinated." After that, he ordered someone to forge this Zhu Xuan Sword, which he carries with him day and night, inseparable from him."

"Oh." He nodded and turned to look at Tian Zhenyumi sitting opposite the bonfire.

What Tian Zhenyu brought out was a round copper plate, the size of a plate, resembling a compass.

Seeing him looking at Tian Zhengong, Chen Liqiu said from the side, "The copper plate in Lao Si's hand is composed of twenty-eight flying knives. These flying knives are of different sizes and styles. They correspond to the stars and snap into place. The combination can be separated, but she doesn't know how to separate it yet."

After nodding, he asked, "Third Senior Brother, are there many more weapons like these in the ancient tomb?"

"No, no, no," Chen Liqiu shook his head repeatedly, "There are thousands of weapons in the tomb, but only these five can be called divine weapons, and the others are ordinary items."

Chen Liqiu lowered his voice when he said this, "I suspect that the reason why master changed his mind and agreed to us taking these five weapons is because of your participation. Master respects yin and yang and believes in heaven. He may feel that the five weapons in the tomb are

It was secretly prepared for the five of us."

"Oh," he suddenly understood and asked in a low voice, "Third senior brother, these weapons are not ordinary things. Does the owner of this tomb have a good background?"

"Yes," Chen Liqiu nodded, "This man was a great hero of his generation. In order to raise military pay, he set up the Mojin Academy to rob and excavate imperial tombs. The weapons in our hands are likely to come from ancient tombs elsewhere, and they can harm people.

The person was eventually harmed by someone else, and this person deserved to end up like this."

He didn't know who Chen Liqiu was talking about, and he didn't continue to ask. Seeing that there wasn't much firewood beside the campfire, he got up and went into the forest to look for firewood.

While he was picking up firewood, Chen Liqiu called Li Zhongyong and waved to Tian Zhengong, and the three of them walked towards him together.

Seeing the four people leaving one after another, Batulu was puzzled. He had quarreled with Chen Liqiu before, so he was too embarrassed to follow him, so he could only look around from the campfire.
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