The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

"Sinking into the dantian, mind wandering too empty, when the mind is concentrated, the clear energy you perceive is the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and then mobilize and absorb it."

Hwang Lung plays the role of Master seriously.

Yang Li took it step by step, and did it step by step. In the end, he still found that there was something wrong with the spiritual power, and it disappeared after entering the body.

"No, master, it's still useless."

He had a bitter face, not knowing how to deal with the situation.

Three hours passed, and the master changed more than a dozen cultivation methods, but he still couldn't absorb the spiritual power.

Seeing the master thinking hard and tirelessly teaching, Yang Li felt that it was not the master's problem, but that he was really not suitable for cultivating immortals.

Huang Long was very speechless, dressed as a saint, he seemed to be a mortal with extremely poor bones, the kind who couldn't cultivate immortality.

Otherwise, take advantage of the situation and say that your ability is low, and send this great god away?

Companion to a king is like companion to a tiger, and pretending to be a saint is like dancing beside a tiger with sesame oil sprinkled on his body.

Too dangerous.

but……

"If the saint is gone, what if Kunpeng finds a chance to sneak back."

Huang Long groaned in his heart, and behind him, a cold gaze fell on his back, faintly murderous.

Ever since he made up a story about a poultry with tight and tender meat, he can always inadvertently meet Kunpeng's eyes full of resentment.

It seems that if the sage leaves, Kunpeng may break into the mountain gate at any time and roast himself...

"There must be other ways, I must teach you how to cultivate immortals."

Huang Long was very determined, as if doing his best for his apprentice.

Yang Li was moved, and put away his discrimination against perverts in his heart.

Every pervert has the determination to be a good master, so the apprentice can't be discouraged.

"Master, do you have any magic weapons that you can use? Give me some, let me defend myself. By the way, don't be the sword that I can break with a chopping sword before, come to some real ones, master." .”

Yang Li was looking forward to the legendary magic weapon. He didn't know much about Honghuang, but he had read Journey to the West.

What do you call the gourd that you dare to promise, the bracelet that is thrown out to hold countless weapons, the fan that blows away when you slap the mountain...

They are all good things.

But Huanglong had a difficult time. What kind of magic weapon does the saint want...

The Taixuan Sword didn't even look down on it, so it was chopped off at once.

Thinking about the current role of the sage, Huanglong played an experience-level performance.

For a mortal who doesn't know how to cultivate, what magic weapon is his favorite?
There is a direction.

"Apprentice, look."

Huanglong snapped out a row of magic weapons, all of which were shining brightly, showing off their looks, and with a guilty conscience, he pretended to be calm and introduced:
"This is the Thunderbolt Lightning Bead. After the sacrifice, if you throw it out, it will release lightning and smash down a hill."

Yang Li's eyes lit up when he heard it, the recyclable grenade is amazing, Master.

"This is the magic light talisman. Write the enemy's name on it, and the enemy will be seriously ill. It is impossible to prevent it."

It's so vicious, I like it... Yang Li showed disgust on his face, and quickly accepted it.

"This is the Baoguang ship, it travels thousands of miles a day, ahem... it's still very beautiful."

Huanglong racked his brains to publicize these magic weapons in a direction that can shock ordinary people.

To be reasonable, if Huanglong hadn't been unlucky, he was really poor, and he wouldn't have collected so many gimmicks without power, which would be rubbish in the eyes of other big Luo Jinxians.

The highest one is the level of Houtian Lingbao!

It should be known that magic weapons also have heels in the prehistoric world, and their powers are different.

Not to mention those used by the lowest mortal cultivators, those with a slightly higher grade are divided into: acquired magic treasure, acquired spiritual treasure, acquired supreme treasure, congenital magic weapon, congenital spiritual treasure, congenital supreme treasure.

It is said that there is a stronger treasure of chaos behind, but those yellow dragons have never seen it.

The previous Jin Guangyou Dragon Robe was already Huanglong's only innate magic weapon, and the Taixuan Sword and Yin-Yang Liangyi Lamp bestowed by Yuanshi were also at this level, only a little closer to the innate magic weapon.

The so-called greatness to simplicity, the more powerful the magic weapon, the more ordinary it is.

On the contrary, they are treasures of the day after tomorrow, all of them are radiant and shining, and they wish that as soon as they show up, they will be filled with rays of light and look powerful.

Yang Li was indeed...frightened.

The surface of the Thunderbolt Lightning Bead glowed with crackling blue light, and tiny electric currents flowed around it, which looked very scary.

The curse light talisman is a gloomy white talisman paper, ordinary people will be terminally ill just by looking at it.

Even better is the Baoguang boat.

Huanglong threw it far away, and the golden boat, which was originally the size of a palm, instantly expanded to tens of meters long, suspended in the sky, and the whole boat was full of jewels, very luxurious.

They are all powerful magic weapons at first glance.

"Master, you are really generous."

Yang Li was so happy that he asked Huang Long to help him refine these magic weapons.

I want to find a chance to experiment and see how powerful it is.

Magu's Cave is still dilapidated, and many places are full of potholes. Yang Li can't throw the Thunderbolt Lightning Ball and smash it, for fear that Master will be angry.

As for writing the name on the curse light talisman, there is even a better way.

After coming to Honghuang until now, Yang Li really didn't know many people.

Hey, no, you can try the names of the liar Tongtian or the big fool Dijun.

As soon as Yang Li's eyes lit up, he was ready to test it secretly after the master left.

This is against others, disgraceful.

You can try Baoguang Ship now.

"rise."

After the magic weapon was sacrificed and refined, it was bound to the mind and spirit, automatically absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, and turned into a big ship with shining precious light. A beam of light was cast, and Yang Li was photographed on board.

In the same mind, many functions of the hull are clear one by one.

Extremely fast flight, aura shield, spirit-gathering formation, and spirit cannon bombardment.

Inside the cabin, there is still a wide space, bright and airy, almost five-star hotel-level decoration.

This is an aviation battleship!

Yang Li was driving the Baoguang boat, flying back and forth in the sky, which was very refreshing.

It felt more majestic than stepping on Xiao Hui's back.

Huang Long's head broke out in a cold sweat, seeing the sage happy in the magic weapon whose power could only deal with real immortals at most, he was worried and puzzled.

Sure enough, the way of a sage cannot be understood by a little fairy like myself.

When he was raising his head, something heavy was placed on Huanglong's back.

Turning around, Huanglong looked at Kunpeng again.

But this time, there were no saints around.

The saint is trying his magic weapon in heaven.

Sweat flowed down like a waterfall, and the Taoist robe transformed by the spell was soaked.

Huang Long froze his face and greeted, "Master Demon Master, there may be some misunderstanding between us."

"Misunderstand you?"

Kunpeng covered Huanglong's mouth with one wing, and flapped the other wing to beat him.

"Woo... um..."

The voice was blocked, and the divine thoughts could not be released under the oppression of such a close high position.

Huanglong's eyes were desperate, and he fell into a state of being beaten.

Two hours later, Yang Licai fell from the sky with still unfinished thoughts.

On the ground, Kunpeng also just had a good time.