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Text Chapter 457: Choosing well is worse than choosing wisely

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    Warming and nourishing magic weapon, it seems that my mother will use this Wind Spirit Sword as the main magic weapon to train.

    "Ling'er, didn't you find the right one?" Fang Qingmei asked Fang Ling with concern after her Nascent Soul grabbed the Wind Spirit Sword and submerged it into her body again.

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

    Fang Qingmei is not a stupid person, especially after being promoted to Yuanying, she understands how powerful Fang Ling is without fear of Fang Shengtian.  Understanding what Fang Ling meant, she said towards her: "Look inside these to see if there is anything you are looking for."

    Although she 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 stood.

    The ones placed here are also magic weapons. In terms of quality, the magic weapons here are not as good as those over there.  After a brief inspection, Fang Ling collected his consciousness.

    Although he was dissatisfied, he was still prepared to take a few at will and enter the treasure mountain in vain, but he was unwilling to do it.

    "Um!"

    Just when Fang Ling was about to put away a fiery red Chixia bag, he suddenly discovered that there was a dark stick-like object stored in the jade box that contained the Chixia bag.

    Fang Ling's consciousness instantly shrouded the long stick, but as his mind shrouded the long stick, he seemed to feel nothing but a cold murderous aura.

    He took out the long stick and found that this thing should not be called a long stick.  Instead, you should call people long guns.

    A spear that is seven feet long and completely black.

    Holding the spear in his hand, Fang Ling felt that the spear weighed a ton.

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

    If he had to describe it, it would be that he had the urge to look up to the sky and roar.

    This is definitely not an ordinary gun, but why did I activate it? Apart from the fact that it felt heavier.  There are no other feelings?

    For a moment, Fang Ling had no intention of choosing a magic weapon, but carefully handled the spear.

    at the beginning.  Fang Ling just used his mind to sense the spear, but after he used several methods and got nothing, Fang Ling began to activate his three-flavored true fire to calcine the spear.

    ?According to Fang Ling¡¯s idea.  If this spear is just an ordinary spear.  Then using the three flavors of real fire, you will definitely be able to transform this spear into shape.

    "It's a pity that no matter how Fang Ling used the three flavors of real fire, the spear didn't react at all.

    It should even be said that the spear did not have any burning meaning at all.

    This discovery made Fang Ling feel happy. Although he still hadn't judged the usefulness of the spear, this spear was.  It must be a rare treasure.

    In the end, Fang Ling gritted his teeth and put away the Three Flavors True Fire.  He released the golden insect from his demon control flag.  It can be said that these gold spirit insects will swallow everything that is made of gold spirit.  Faced with the magical flying sword, these golden insects would devour every one of them.

    But this time, when Fang Ling urged these golden bugs to rush towards the spear, the group of golden bugs, which were like wolves when they encountered the golden crystal, retreated crazily.

    These golden bugs are all trembling.

    They are afraid. These insects with very low intelligence are expressing an instinctive fear towards the spear.

    "Ling'er, the time is coming. Have you chosen something? We are going out." Fang Qingmei walked towards Fang Ling and said in a deep voice.

    Fang Ling had no interest in choosing anything else at this time. He raised the spear in his hand and said, "Mother, I choose this."

    Fang Qingmei frowned as she looked at the spear that had no magic weapon smell.  But just when 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 is up!

    Back then, the ancestors of the Fang clan placed a ban on this treasure house, and the time they stayed in this treasure house was only half an hour at most.

    "Qingmei, Fang Ling, what magic weapon did you get?" Fang Shengtian and the others were still waiting for Fang Ling and the others outside. When they saw the two coming out, Fang Shengtian asked with a smile.

    But when he saw the black spear in Fang Ling's hand, he frowned, and there was a hint of thinking in his expression.

    Fang Ling¡¯s interest in this weird spear is getting bigger and bigger. He points the spear towards Fang Shengtian.He extended: "Great Elder, I have been around the treasure house, and I still have a good feeling for him, but I just don't know what the magical use of this spear is?"

    "Hehe, you've stumped me. To be honest, I really don't know the magic of this spear."

    "If I remember correctly, this spear has appeared in the treasure house since the ancestors of our Fang clan founded the clan. According to the records of the foundation of the clan, it seems that the ancestors got it from somewhere."

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

    How long the Fang family has existed, let alone Fang Ling, even Fang Shengtian doesn't know.  And this spear has existed since that time, which makes people think it is a treasure without even guessing.

    But over the years, countless heroes in the Fang family don¡¯t know how to use this gun.

    ?Then this spear is actually a piece of waste.

    It¡¯s like you have the fastest car, but it has no gas and can only be left there as a decoration.

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

    If everything in the treasure house is useful to Fang Ling, maybe Fang Ling will listen to Fang Shengtian's advice.

    "It's just that Fang Ling, who had almost explored the treasure house, couldn't find anything useful to him in the treasure house.

    Although I don¡¯t understand how to use this spear for the time being.  But once you can understand it, you may be surprised by what kind of surprise it will bring you.

    So Fang Ling pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "The elder's kindness. Fang Ling understands it, I want it."

    Seeing Fang Ling¡¯s determined look, Fang Shengtian didn¡¯t try to persuade him any more. He was afraid that he might persuade Fang Ling too much and make Fang Ling worry.  After all, Fang Ling is not an ordinary person. He must be careful about Fang Ling's affairs.

    The mountain wind howls.  Fang Ling stood on a peak not far from Tiantan Peak with a spear in hand.

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

    This scene.  If it fell into the eyes of practitioners below the seventh level of Qi training, they would definitely be shocked.

    After all, even if one reaches the peak of the sixth level of Qi training, it is impossible to use a spear to this extent.

    But Fang Ling is the ancestor of Yuanying, who is much better than the peak of the sixth level of Qi training.  Such power.  to him.  In fact, it really makes no sense at all.

    "go"

    With a long shout, Fang Ling suddenly threw out the spear. Fang Ling's awe-inspiring true energy activated the spear, and it was like a sky-shattering rainbow that struck another mountain a thousand feet away.

    "Boom"

    With a scream, the 100-foot mountain peak shattered instantly, and rocks of different sizes flew in all directions.  Snakes, rats and beasts hidden in the mountains.  He was running like he was facing the end.

    For ordinary people, one shot can break through a hill.  It is really a dream, but as the ancestor of Nascent Soul, it is too easy for Fang Ling to achieve this.  He has at least a hundred ways to do this, and every method is not as strenuous as it is now.

    No matter how hard it is, Fang Ling's shot has actually activated all his awe-inspiring energy. If he uses this awe-inspiring energy on the Shangqing Tianlei Sword, he can easily flatten the mountain.

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

    But in fact, this is a technique for Fang Ling to use his true energy. As for the black spear, Fang Ling has been unable to leave any spiritual thoughts in it so far.

    There are no scars or blunt marks on the spear, as if the shot just now was not made by him.

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

    Although he really wanted to find out the secret of this spear.  But unfortunately, this spear is very unwilling to cooperate.  In the past ten days, he had focused all his attention on this spear, but he couldn't do anything about it.

    "Meet the elder!" A woman with a picturesque face and as light as jade came to Fang Ling and bowed to Fang Ling.

    This woman is a genius who has emerged in the Fang family in the past ten years. Although her bloodline is not as abnormal as Fang Qingmei's, she still has an impressive height of seven feet and three feet.?.

    I don¡¯t know what considerations Fang Shengtian had to move her to his side.  Fang Qingmei also strongly supports this.

    Fang Ling waved his hand and asked, "Where is my mother?"

    "Elder Qingmei said that you loved plum blossom cakes when you were a child, and she went to Shenyuan City thousands of miles away to select the raw materials for plum blossom cakes for you." Although Fang Xiuer looked very serious on her face, she still couldn't help laughing.

    Fang Ling couldn't see Fang Xiuer's smile, but there was nothing he could do about it. For more than ten days, Fang Qingmei seemed to want to make up for the lack of care she had given him over the years, cooking for him in different ways every day.  .

    And they are all what the owner liked to eat when he was a child.

    In fact, both Fang Ling and Fang Qingmei have stopped eating for a long time.  But Fang Qingmei never tired of it, and Fang Ling also liked this feeling a little bit of his own consciousness.

    As a last resort, Fang Ling happily ate whatever Fang Qingmei could do, as if he was devouring it.

    However, after eating it for more than ten days, Fang Ling asked himself, and felt that he was very dependent and enjoyed this feeling of being pampered.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!

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