Ranch Story: Start Over

But now the important thing is to memorize the entire history of the continent in your mind. As a genius girl, Mary is in the library every day, so you can come to Mary often to study in the future.

Soon, Feng Ling entered a crazy learning state with Mary's learning-aiding magic.

On the other hand, an hour passed quickly.

At Feng Ling's house, Feng Qingyang was lying under a tree, looking at the dazzling golden light in the main hall of his house with a confused look on his face. What happened? Looking at the direction, it seemed to be Feng Ling's alchemy furnace. It was also the first time that Feng Qingyang saw an alchemy furnace refine something. In the past, even when he was young, he relied on his own strength to obtain rewards from the principality, and if that didn't work, he would just seize it.

Feng Ling had already informed Feng Qingyang about the weapon his grandson had refined for the first time before he left, so Feng Qingyang quickly sat up from the recliner. Because his grandson's alchemy furnace had become a little strange, Feng Qingyang was also very curious about the Ruyi Jingu Bang that had been refined.

Feng Qingyang slowly walked into the house and saw a golden stick appearing on the manufacturing platform. Golden talismans were faintly visible around the golden stick, and it seemed to have a mysterious power.

With Feng Qingyang's keen eyesight, he could tell at a glance that this stick was extraordinary. This kind of weapon that could emit arcane inscriptions and power patterns could no longer be classified according to ordinary grades.

If Feng Ling were here, he would also have to shout "Alpaca!". Who would have thought that a 0.01% extraordinary weapon could be made? This would definitely use up all his luck for the year.

Because Feng Qingyang had obtained Feng Ling's authorization, when Feng Qingyang grasped the golden cudgel in his hand, there was no obstruction at all, and Feng Qingyang took out the golden cudgel easily.

At this time, Gast, Jinjil, Lu Zhiyan and Zhuokak just came back from outside and prepared to take a break before continuing to work.

Seeing the stick in Feng Qingyang's hand, Gast exclaimed:

"Grandpa Feng! Could this be the Ruyi Jingu Bang?"

"Hmm? Do you know him, young man?"

Gast's expression became subtle, and he said in an uncertain tone:

"Grandpa Feng, I've been to the Mechanical Civilization Continent. There, the divine weapon used by the mythical monkey Sun Wukong is this weapon. It looks quite similar, but why do I feel a mysterious power from it when it is clearly made by Brother Feng using ordinary materials?"

"So it's a weapon from the myths and legends of that world. No wonder. If this weapon continues to be infused with magic, it should change."

Feng Qingyang's expression suddenly changed. As he continued to inject magic power, the weight of the golden hoop became heavier as he expected. Feng Qingyang had no choice but to stop injecting magic power, and then threw it to Gast and said:

"Little guy, why don't you try it?"

Looking at the golden hoop that Feng Qingyang casually threw over, Gast thought it was nothing special at first, and the moment he caught the stick after it was thrown over.

"!"

"Oh!"

Gast staggered and almost fell to his knees, and the stick slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

"Uh, how come? Is it that heavy?"

Feng Qingyang was speechless. The young man looked in good health, so how could he not be able to catch it?

Seeing his brother's embarrassed look, Jin Jier was also a little curious, so he walked to Gast and squatted down, grabbed the golden hoop with his hand, and moved the golden hoop easily. This scene stimulated Gast to become even more depressed.

"Brother, it's no problem. Look, I picked it up easily. It would be better if it were a little smaller. Wow! It can really become smaller."

Looking at Ginger as if he was playing with a toy, Geist told himself that this was definitely not his problem, there was definitely something wrong with the stick.

"Miss Ginger, let me try."

Lu Zhiyan was also a little curious why Jin Jier could pick up the stick so easily. Could it be that the stick had its own consciousness?

"Give."

Jin Jier was worried that the stick would suddenly become heavier, so he had to carefully hand it to Lu Zhiyan. Master Lu didn't notice anything unusual about the stick at first, but when Jin Jier's hand was completely separated from the golden hoop, Lu Zhiyan's expression instantly changed.

"Oh!"

There was another loud bang, and the golden hoop fell to the ground, cracking the ground. Well, the truth is out, this stick definitely has its own consciousness, Gast whispered to Zhuokak beside him:

"Zhuoka, go and try and see if you can lift this stick. I have a guess."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Zhuokak didn't waste any words. He walked to the golden hoop stick and imitated Jinjier, and easily lifted it up. Of course, such a huge golden hoop stick was still too big for Zhuokak. Zhuokak just said to the golden hoop stick:

"Smaller, lighter, smaller, yes, yes, that's enough."

Zhuokaq happily waved the golden hoop a few times. It suited him very well. In the forest, whenever they encountered wild wolves, it was the most dangerous time for the dwarves. Therefore, Zhuokaq and his companions had to build their houses in the bushes. Building them on the top of trees was too dangerous. And every time they fought against these external dangers, they used spears and sticks in addition to bows and arrows. Fortunately, the little guys knew some basic magic, and these wild wolves didn't have any special powers, so they could still defeat the wild wolf pack.

And now, with the golden hoop in his hand, Zhuokak had an urge to kill anyone who stood in his way. This voice came from the bottom of his heart, from the stick in his hand.

Feng Qingyang said something when he saw Zhuokak easily wielding the stick in multiple moves.

"Zhuoka, you try to use this stick to attack the dead tree. When attacking, use the magic power in your body to inject it into the golden hoop."

Following the direction Feng Qingyang pointed, Zhuokak saw the crooked tree it was pointing at. It was quite big. Zhuokak jogged, waving his stick and injecting his magic power at the same time, hitting the dead tree with the stick.

"Crack!"

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"!"

"!"

……

Everyone was stunned by Zhuokak's attack. It was a miracle they had never seen before. How could Zhuokak with such a thin body exert such tremendous power? There was only one explanation.

The stick was more terrifying than one could imagine. Zhuokak hit the ground hard again. This time, an even more brutal scene appeared. The moment the tip of the stick touched the ground, a streak of light visible to Zhuokak's naked eyes rushed into the ground. Dust flew in front of Zhuokak, and a huge crack more than ten meters long and less than 1 meter wide appeared in front of him.

At this moment, Zhuokak was already panting and holding the golden cudgel, breathing heavily.

Feng Qingyang could tell at a glance that Zhuokak was overdrawn and hurried out.