Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 66
Liu Qiao sat obliquely on the couch, laying out all kinds of objects to study.

The first thing to pick up was the broken bowl of the insane fairy. This magical weapon that looks like a standard beggar is almost the best treasure in the whole body of Liu Qiao's master and apprentice.

This bowl is made of unknown materials, the outside is full of dirt, and there is a hole missing, it looks like porcelain, and there are two roosters on it.

It's just that it feels like a girl's skin, but it's a little hard, and it's like suet jade full of pulp.

Liu Qiao took out a piece of brocade silk from Chang Long's treasure pouch, wiped off the stains on the broken bowl, and then picked it up to look carefully.

Compared with the broken iron piece in the box and the green bamboo pole, Liu Qiao valued this broken bowl more.

Gathering the mana, looking at it with the eyes of the law, the broken bowl is dotted with golden light, and the talisman the size of a fly's head circulates continuously, forming a forbidden law, constantly absorbing strands of golden wind from between the heaven and the earth, and collecting it into the broken bowl.

"So that's how it is..." Liu Qiao seemed to realize something.

The higher the restriction of this magic weapon, it can even absorb the spirits of heaven and earth to refine it by itself. If the material is excellent and the magic weapon with great potential is placed for tens of thousands of years, it will automatically generate the next layer of restriction.

And the reason why the magic weapon does not need mana is that the restriction has its own power, and each method is a complete cycle.

Therefore, only by pinching formulas and chanting mantras, like a predetermined key, one can control all kinds of prohibitions and cast various magical changes of magic tools.

It's just that it's bad here. If you get a magic weapon, if there are spells, mortals can use them.

But without the spell, it is like a waste product. It can only wash away the restriction and use his own forbidden method to sacrifice again. That's why Huang Tianhua gave this object to Liu Qiao.

"Mommy, you coax!"

"Open Sesame!"

"Hurry up as a law!"

Chang Long turned his head away when he heard the words, shook his head and smiled, not surprised, many people got magical artifacts and relics, just like Liu Qiao.

In this way, according to the formulas that you are familiar with, you can test at will to see if you can mobilize the magic weapon, just like trying a key.

As long as the formula is correct once, the soul can be sacrificed for refining, and if the refining soul is united, the spell can be reset.

It's just that the spells that the master tested are rather strange, I have never heard of them, and I don't know who would use such incomprehensible spells.

For example that sentence:
"Yeah butterfly!"

Chang Long claimed that he had lived for half a thousand years and had never heard such a strange incantation.

……

After trying for a long time, there was still no reaction, so Liu Qiao put the broken bowl away helplessly.

Huang Tianhua doesn't like this material, he likes it, he also thinks that in the future when the mana is high, he will wash away the restriction, and find the access control method to sacrifice again.

After all, no matter how bad the material is, it can't be worse than the material of the Ghost Bone Banner.

Then he studied the iron implements and bamboo poles.

Still didn't find anything different, after all, Tao Daozhenjun can't see the clues, and Liu Qiao can't study anything for a while.

On the other hand, the bamboo pole is as green as jade, with neat joints, like bamboo but not bamboo, like wood but not wood, there is no restraint, but it is extremely tough.

Liu Qiao picked it up and waved it around, very handy, but the room was too small to use it, so he had to give up.

But I am also happy to add another good weapon. I am good at sticks, crutches, sticks, hooks and other routines. I am a little familiar with it, and it will not be inferior to the current swordsmanship.

Seeing the master playing with the bamboo pole, Chang Long said: "This kind of weapon is made of immortal materials or spiritual roots, which have been kneaded by immortal fire in the furnace, so they are not ordinary things."

"Oh...how is that not a magic weapon?" Liu Qiao asked.

"Hey, the magic weapon needs to be sacrificed to refine the prohibition, but this kind of fairy weapon is not used, so it is also called the fairy weapon, or the magic weapon..."

Liu Qiao looked at the bamboo pole in his hand, and said doubtfully: "Shen Bing!"

"Well, magic weapons are generally difficult to damage. They are commonly used by immortal families to compete in martial arts, and to protect themselves by subduing dragons and subduing tigers."

Chang Long popularized science and said: "It is said that there is also a wishful magic weapon, which can change wishful, big or small according to one's heart."

Seeing Liu Qiao staring at the bamboo pole thoughtfully, he said again: "The bamboo pole in Master's hand also has something magical!"

"Oh...what's the magic?"

"That insane Taoist is obviously old and frail. When he fought me and Uncle Tianhua, every move he made was powerful. If we didn't have supernatural powers, and his martial arts were poor, he owed the drill (sensitivity), probably I can't stop..."

Changlong is a different kind of flood dragon, and has the power to pull nine bulls backward with one hand.

Huang Tianhua, the holy god descended to earth, was born brave, and his arms had the power to pull the beam and change the pillar.

Regardless of physical fitness, strength, and will, these two immortals are far beyond ordinary people.

"Hold this bamboo pole in your hand, it feels light and light, but when you knock it down, it's as heavy as a thousand weights."

After Chang Long finished speaking, he lifted the tin stick in Yang's hand, touched the golden ring, and said: "This is also forged in the eight trigrams furnace. It is the iron of the immortal weapon. Knock it, open the stele and crack the stone. I can easily use it."

Chang Long often dresses up as a Toutuo, and with this pewter stick, he really looks like a guest of Western religion.

And Liu Qiao is a broken bowl and a bamboo pole, which is easy to use, like... uh, a beggar.

The master and the apprentice tidied up the items in their pockets and chatted, unaware that it was getting dark.

That Zhou Qing brought vegetarian food and snacks over, and told the two of them again to go to bed early at night and not to go out and run around if there was nothing to do.

Chang Long held a lamp in his hand, and as for the food and drink, the master and the apprentice drank and drank without touching a drop, so they sat down and practiced separately.

In the evening, the moonlight outside the window dimmed, and the whistling wind came.

Both Liu Qiao and Liu Qiao woke up. In the dark room, only the master and the apprentice looked at each other with great enthusiasm, but they didn't realize that it was the end of the hour and the wick had been burned out.

Glancing at each other, Liu Qiao's gaze sank slightly, signaling him not to move and to wait and see what happened.

A whistling whistle, accompanied by the whistling wind, gradually disappeared, Chang Long opened his mouth and said: "Let's go...out of the mansion gate..."

"Hmm... It seems that there is indeed a monster!" Liu Qiao said in a low voice.

That is, the whistling wind disappeared, and the thick fog outside the window gradually dissipated.

"Hmph! It's quite courageous. It dares to act presumptuously here with two masters who conquered monsters and catch monsters." Chang Long sneered.

While speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, took out the cloak from the bag, put it on for a while, and was about to go out.

Liu Qiao stopped and said, "You know how powerful it is, so you want to fight it?"

"Does that mean we don't care?" Chang Long asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh... I didn't want to take care of it at first, but I saw it, so I still have to take care of it."

Liu Qiao sighed and said, "Follow up and see what it's going to do. I use escapism to hide in the dark. If it's really related to the child's disappearance, I'll take it down."

Chang Long made a promise, picked up the nine-ring staff, swayed, and burst out of the window in a gust of wind, chasing after the evil spirit.

Liu Qiao spit out the tea with his mouth in his mouth, and a layer of water mist wrapped around his body with a "puchi". When the clouds cleared and the mist cleared, there was no sign of him on the couch.

But it is based on the five elements of water escape, hidden in the air.

The strange wind left the house all the way, and wandered back and forth in the village, skipping those with doors, windows, lights, and voices.

The lights went out and the sound went out, in front of the door that seemed to be asleep, it stopped, hovering outside the house, looking inside through the cracks in the door and window.

The strange wind floated outside the windows of those people's bedrooms. It was just a roll, the wind was loud, and the dust was blown up, and a baby rolled out.

Even those who watch the night and watch are all mortals, but it was cold and windy that day, as if they didn't notice it.

But Liu Qiao and the two of them followed behind and watched clearly, and within a short while, three or four children were wrapped in the wind, both male and female, all about three or four years old.

Chang Long stretched out his nine-ring staff, and suddenly threw it at the strange wind without making a sound.

"Woooo..." A strange cry sounded like the wind.

The wind rider was also startled, he hurriedly dropped the wrapped Tong'er in the wind, dodged Chang Long's stick sideways in the wind, turned around and fled.

"You're so devilish, you dare to commit crimes in front of grandpa, where can you run away!" Chang Long shouted when he vaguely saw a figure in the wind.

Dancing the stick in the wind, with the sound of gusts of wind, the force is heavy, and it smashes the strange fog head-on.

"Boom..." There was a muffled sound, and there was a whimper in the strange wind.

(End of this chapter)