Chapter 129: Sharpless Dragon Spear

Yang Jian began to search for the treasure mentioned by Aoji, but he didn't get much after shopping for a long time.
Like a gun like a stick, the weight is scary, and it needs a few elders of the Dragon Palace to move it. What exactly is it?
Even if it is the golden cudgel, a big Luo can display some magical powers, it can be brought up.
Ao Ji followed Yang Jian all the way to find, and he found something in his own treasure house. He quickly found two favorite treasures, and he cherished them so much that he didn't dare to take more.
After traveling for half a day on this treasure-like island, Yang Jian saw many treasures that made his heart fascinated. The most impressive was the five five-element beads, which can be used to deposit gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. They are innate spiritual treasures.
If you hold down the golden wood, water, fire, and earth, you will hold the power of heaven and earth. The magical powers of the Yuanshen Taoist will be greatly reduced, and the power of the magic weapon will be greatly reduced.
If this treasure was used by him to display it, it would be more powerful to fight against the enemy; but Yang Jian thought to himself that what he said before was a weapon. This treasure is too heavy, and it is easy to have future troubles.
Continuing to search for the treasure Aoji said, and almost finishing the second lap on the island, Yang Jian finally found that there was a path on the side that he had never been to.
Feeling carefully, there seems to be something calling myself on this road...
To be safe, Yang Jian turned to look at Aoji who was watching the scenery, and suddenly asked, "Did you hear?"
"What?" Ao Ji was a little confused.
"Among these treasures, are there things that confuse people?"
"I can't tell you this...but my Dragon Clan seniors value luck very much, and I don't expect to put insidious and poisonous things in this treasure place. After all, there is my Dragon Clan's luck."
Yang Jian was slightly surprised.
There is the luck of the dragon race here, and he even let himself in. This is undoubtedly Ao Guang showing closeness to his prospective brother-in-law.
It can be regarded as a kind of recognition.
"There seems to be something calling me over there," Yang Jian pointed to the small road next to him, and Ao Ji's spirit suddenly shook.
"Go! The treasures here are spiritual, and most of them are hidden!" Ao Ji was a little more excited than Yang Jian, "It must be that you are looking for you on the island, and that treasure is pointing you!"
"It's best to be like this," Yang Jian took a breath, stepped forward, and Ao Ji also followed suit.
At the entrance of the island, the Dragon King, who had been keeping his eyes closed and rested, opened his eyes and looked at this place. There seemed to be some hesitation in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.
There is a bamboo forest in front of it with a winding path, but there are only three or four treasures on the roadside.
Yang Jian walked all the way, not taking a treasure, just to see what was at the end of the road.
Finally, turning around the lush corner, he and Ao Ji reached the end of the path, where there was a stone pier with a spear stuck in it.
When I got here, the call disappeared.
Yang Jian frowned, noticed something strange, and looked at the spear carefully.
The gun is nine feet long, and the quality of the gun barrel is unknown. It seems to be jade, but it makes Yang Jian feel that the gun barrel should be extremely tough;
The tip of the gun was shining with cold light, exuding bursts of icy aura, which seemed to be the killing intent of the people who used this gun before.
Yang Jian walked forward and touched the almost translucent barrel of the gun with his fingers. He was immediately overjoyed. He held the gun in his hand and weighed it twice, but he felt extremely heavy...
"Good gun, I don't know what material it is made of."
"Congratulations, Uncle Hexi," Ao Ji said with a smile beside him, "This gun is actually forged from the ancient colored cloud gold, but it is rigid and soft, although it is not the innate spiritual treasure that was created by the world, But as long as it is healthy, it will surely become an incomparable treasure!"
Yang Jian also smiled somewhat satisfied, holding the gun in both hands, and gently pulling the spear, feeling that the gun was quite easy to use.
but……
I'm afraid of this one but everything.
"Unfortunately, I have no chance." Yang Jian solemnly placed the gun on the stone pier, arched his hand at the gun, and then strode towards a corner.
The Aoji next to him suddenly felt a little puzzled, watching Yang Jian actually walked to the bamboo forest, hit a green bamboo, and broke it directly from the root...
He didn't feel sorry for the spirit bamboo planted in his treasure house, but he really didn't understand why Yang Jian gave up the treasure and broke a bamboo.
Do you want to make a gun barrel out of bamboo? This is too weird.
"Why like..."
Before Aoji's words were finished, Yang Jian suddenly squeezed the bamboo pole in his hand, and heard a soft sound. The bamboo pole was turned into a bamboo stick. A dark object that looked like a fire stick was caught by Yang Jian.
"Huh?" Ao Ji was taken aback for a moment, and then lost his voice in surprise: "I was talking about this treasure before! Why did it grow in the bamboo?"
However, Yang Jian looked a little solemn, threw away those bamboo sticks, grabbed this ‘black stick’ which was about the same height as himself, and touched the black stick inch by inch with both hands.
I just felt that this black stick was lifeless, with Yang Jian's current realm of profound art, it was a bit difficult to hold it.
Yang Jian injected a wave of Xuan Gang, and the black stick suddenly flickered, as if it had come alive! There was a roar like a wild beast on it, and the black air attached to the surface was washed away by the rays of light!
This island is also shaking slightly!
"Don't mess around!"
Yang Jian yelled and took back the Xuan Gang from the black stick. The black qi turned back again and stuck it on the stick without moving.
This treasure... is not a stick, it should be a finished gun body, but it lacks the most critical tip.
Yang Jian carefully felt that this layer of black air seemed to be intentional by the person who forged the gun, in order to seal the spirituality of the gun and wait for the tip of the gun to become one.
At one end, there is a ‘small hole’ for the tip of the gun. Inside the hole is a circle of threads, and there are many fine lines in the thread.
Yang Jian looked very carefully, recalling the pattern on the spear that looked like dragon scales when Xuan Gang burst into the black energy just now...
"Eldest brother? Can I take this?" Yang Jian shouted loudly.
"Naturally," the voice of the Dragon King of East China Sea came from the side, bypassing the corner of the bamboo forest, and appeared behind Ao Ji.
But the dragon king of the East China Sea flickered a little light in the dragon eye, saying: "This magic weapon is not completed, do you know where the tip of the gun is?"
Yang Jian came up with the appearance of a three-pointed two-edged spear, and then thought of the three-headed Bibo Jiao, and asked: "But it has something to do with the dragon?"
"Yes," Donghai Dragon King sighed, his expression was a little lonely, and he whispered, "I didn't want it to appear in the world, so I let it sink in this forest. I didn't expect you to be so destined for it. It was chosen. You, you saw it too."
Ao Ji could not help but slander, secretly being worthless for his sister-in-law.
Why do you feel that choosing a weapon is more troublesome than making a marriage appointment that day?
The Dragon King of the East China Sea walked forward and took the tipless gun. The gun body was trembling softly, as if to break free and return to Yang Jian's hands.
Yang Jian also smiled.
"This thing was originally my fourth brother."
As soon as Ao Guang spoke, Yang Jian's smile solidified; because Ao Guang didn't say ‘owned by my four brothers’, but said these simple four words-‘my four brothers’.
Yang Jian's smile instantly solidified.
One-stop? Turned into a gun? Or a tipless gun...what is there to pay attention to?
The Dragon King sighed softly and returned the tipless spear to Yang Jian, slowly telling the story of an ancient past...
...
After entering the Dragon Palace for half a day, Yang Jian hadn't waited until Yang Xiaochan took the initiative to find him, and he admired the improvement of his sister's concentration.
After leaving the treasure house, Ao Ji ran away with oil on his feet, saying he was rushing to refine the treasure, but looking at his appearance, he was obviously avoiding the plague god.
Who is the plague god?
Yang Jian couldn't help but smile, presumably Xiaochan lives by Ao Xinke, and usually troubles Aoji.
The Dragon Lord was still in the treasure house, seeming to be mourning the dead of the Dragon clan. Yang Jian did not stay there for a long time after taking the tipless spear, and went straight to Ao Xinke's residence.
He was in a good mood and wanted to tease Xiao Chan'er, so he used profound energy to hide his traces, then turned into a butterfly and fluttered over.
Butterfly... The second master's hobby is peculiar.
I saw that the butterfly fluttered its wings all the way, but it flew extremely fast. It didn't take a long time to reach the main hall door on the upper side. Instead of going to the front door, it flew to the corner window.
As soon as I arrived at the window, I heard an indignant complaint from inside...
"I think my brother doesn't want my sister anymore! If I came to Dragon Palace, I didn't tell me to come here first, but it was still delayed by seven and a half hours!"
Yang Jian couldn't help but smile ~EbookFREE.me~ No wonder the little girl didn't look for him, she was really angry.
Chu Qian softly persuaded: "Second Master is busy with something, we should also be more considerate."
"That's right," Ao Xinke still paused when she spoke, which made Yang Jian remember what Dragon King said.
The tipless gun he got was actually related to Ao Xinke.
The butterfly flapped its wings and flew quietly in the open window.
Unfortunately, Ao Xinke was standing by the window and saw a butterfly flying over. Her eyes blinked, grabbing the scroll in her hand and hitting the butterfly...
Eh?
Yang Jian was stunned.
He came in the form of a butterfly, shouldn't it be... fell on the tip of his fiancee's hair, then transformed into a human form and stood in front of her, silently looking at her... Isn't it such a scene?
Don't all women like butterflies?
Yang Jian was stunned, just to hit the scroll on his head, and quickly removed the supernatural power of change. I was really afraid that some problems would be caused by the booklet of his wife who had never passed the door...
With a soft snap, Yang Jian stroked his forehead, smiling bitterly.
Ao Xinke whispered, and quickly backed away half a step, her cheeks flushed and she couldn't speak. Xiao Chan'er jumped up full of surprises and rushed towards Yang Jian.
Seeing that he was about to rush into his brother's arms, Yang Xiaochan suddenly stopped his figure, pursed his mouth, snorted softly, and his eyes were a little red.
"I don't have a brother who left me behind."
"I'm not here now," Yang Jian said in a warm voice. Yang Xiaochan couldn't hold herself any longer, so he rushed to hold Yang Jian and started sobbing.
As if to vent the grievances she has suffered these days, and the worry in her heart.
Yang Jian sighed, patted Yang Xiaochan's head lightly, glanced at Chu Qian, and felt a little complicated.
What about his mother's previous life, should he say...