Zhou Zhu felt as if he had been struck by thunder, and the sound of thunder could still be heard in his ears.
He even felt like he was smoking.
"Lang, prodigal son...is this your weapon?" Zhou Zhu said uncertainly.
Fang Lang's face had turned into a bitter look, especially when he saw Zhou Zhu's expression, he wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into and never see anyone else.
"Brother, can we not do this? My whole life's reputation has been ruined by this weapon." Fang Lang said aggrievedly with a sad face.
This is an iron rod, which is taller than a wave. It is extremely black, with one end big and one small. The whole body is pitted and pitted, as if it has been burned by fire. It is extremely ugly.
Not only that, the big end has a particularly shocking shape, like some kind of animal excrement.
No, it shouldn't be like that, but it should be said that it is a piece of shit.
After Zhou Zhu saw the weapon clearly, he couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha, it's so funny that there is such a weapon." Zhou Zhu laughed loudly: "It's a piece of shit, it's actually a piece of shit, and it's a piece of shit that has been burned by fire, haha..."
Fang Lang was so embarrassed that he pulled Zhou Zhu's clothes hard and said awkwardly: "Brother, please keep your voice down, you..."
He felt countless eyes looking towards them. Fang Lang quickly put the iron rod in his clothes, especially the end that looked like a piece of shit, and buried it even deeper in his clothes.
Fang Lang looked at Zhou Zhu with an angry face: "Brother!"
Seeing that Fang Lang was unhappy, Zhou Zhu immediately stopped smiling, but tried his best to hold it back.
"Hey, okay, you can laugh if you want!" Fang Lang was helpless.
"Prodigal son, since you don't like this weapon, can't you just change it to another one? Is there any need to be so entangled?" Zhou Zhu said, holding back his smile.
"Brother, you think I don't want to." Fang Lang said helplessly: "But if you want to choose a weapon, you must get its approval, otherwise you won't be able to own it. You know this!"
"When I was choosing a weapon, it was inserted very deep into the ground. I thought it looked good, so I wanted to take a look. Unexpectedly, as soon as I held it, it was recognized by it. I thought it was
It must be a very impressive weapon, so I pulled it out of the ground."
Speaking of this, Fang Lang's face became even more bitter: "However, as I pulled it out, its ugly appearance slowly appeared, first its burnt black stick body, then the pitted holes on the stick body, and then
, when I pulled it out, this shit-like thing appeared in front of me.”
"I immediately threw it away and looked for other weapons that could recognize me, but I couldn't find one. When I walked to it, it trembled again, as if it was alive.
, jumped into my hand, and so it became like this."
"Brother, what should I do? How will I meet people in the future? When I go to the battlefield, when I take out this weapon, I will definitely be laughed at!" Fang Lang was extremely resentful.
Zhou Zhu couldn't laugh or cry, this is really weird.
Indeed, the smaller end of the iron rod looks good, with exquisite patterns on it. If you wrap the end of the rod and bury it in the ground, anyone who sees it will think it is a good weapon.
Zhou Zhu didn't know what to say, so he could only comfort Fang Lang.
He patted Fang Lang on the shoulder: "Brother, I sympathize with you. However, although it doesn't look very good, at least it is a weapon and it is very good. By the way, what level of weapon is this?"
"Brother, are you making fun of me? How can this shit-stirring thing have a level?" Fang Lang became even more angry.
It doesn't matter if you say you are ugly, at least your level should be higher. There is a saying that although you are ugly, you are very powerful.
But now, you are not only ugly, but also not strong at all. You are a real waste.
Fang ** does not respond every day, causing the earth and the earth to become inoperable.
Zhou Zhu was surprised: "It shouldn't be without any level. How can weapons without levels be placed in the armory?"
Zhou Zhu thought: "Is this a special weapon? Otherwise, the instructors and others will not get it wrong!"
…
"The high-grade Xuan-level weapons have been selected. Now the remaining weapons are not very powerful. I just don't know who will choose that weapon?"
"Oh, by the way, there is a new recruit this year. When he first entered the camp, his combat power index was only 1, but now his combat power index has reached 5. I heard that the exercise he chose seems to be the "Ram Sutra"."
"It's the Ramana Sutra, which was redeemed by my second brother at that time.
"I don't know if he can get that weapon. It has been gathering dust for a long time, but I still hope to see it shine."
"Yes, the power of that weapon is unpredictable. I tried to get its approval at first, but I failed!"
"However, its appearance is too much to bear!"
“I really don’t know how the people who choose it will feel!”
Xiao Wu and the others talked to each other.
…
"It turns out to be a piece of waste, what use is it!" Fang Lang said angrily, releasing the combat power index, and the true energy from practicing the "Rahmen Sutra" overflowed, and he wanted to destroy it.
The true energy of the "Rhāmāṇa Sutra" flows onto the iron rod, and a change that is imperceptible to the naked eye occurs.
Those pitted holes and the patterns on the iron rods suddenly flashed, and at this moment, Zhou Zhu happened to see them.
"How could it be? At that moment, there were runes flashing!" Zhou Zhu was shocked: "Is this really an unusual weapon?"
Fang Lang shouted loudly and used all his strength, but he couldn't break the iron rod at all.
"This useless weapon is so hard!" Fang Lang looked unhappy.
"Prodigal Son, maybe this is an unusual weapon. I seemed to have seen the iron rod covered with a kind of rune just now, but it's gone now." Zhou Zhu said solemnly: "I think you'd better put it away.
Maybe things will change in the future.”
"By the way, what's the name of this weapon?" Zhou Zhu asked.
Fang Lang said without hesitation: "Luo Men!"
"Hey, why do I know it's called 'Rhāmāna'? Haven't I not given it a name yet? It's really strange. It's okay. I practiced the strange "Rhāhman Sutra" and got another ugly and strange weapon.
The door is Luomen!"
He didn't care anymore.
Only Zhou Zhu felt that this was not simple, and his expression was very dignified.
Since it was impossible to change, Fang Lang no longer thought about anything else, so he accepted this cruel fact, and his whole person became a little depressed, and he did not feel the joy of getting the weapon at all.
"Brother, how do you choose your weapons? What level are they?"
Fang Lang became curious about Zhou Zhu's weapon: "I think it must be a good and powerful weapon!"