After being surprised for a while, Can Feng became even more looking forward to the unsealed set of clothes in his hand, and at the same time, he secretly regretted that he had chosen too early.
According to what Zheng Lin said before, one of the three magic weapons belongs to Can Feng, and Can Feng has already chosen Zifeng Boots at this time, and the value of Zifeng Xue does not seem to be as awesome as the multiple attack, but Can Feng
Feng is not a swordsman. If it were a sword, he might be scolded.
They also used spiritual power to forcibly erase the restrictions on their clothes. Unfortunately, the aura of inspiration that Zheng Lin and Can Feng imagined did not happen.
After the restriction was released, the clothes were still the same as before. Can Feng unfolded them and observed them carefully for a long time, but did not notice even a trace of spiritual power fluctuations.
Zheng Lin was not polite and injected a drop of blood into it again, but an accident happened again——
Zheng Lin's essence and blood actually slipped from the clothes and was not accepted by the clothes at all. This surprised both Zheng Lin and Can Feng, and after the surprise, they were disappointed.
"Is it just an ordinary piece of clothing, but the material is obviously extraordinary?" Can Feng said in confusion. After saying that, he tried to tear the clothes apart, but even with all his strength and even using his strong spiritual power, he couldn't.
Give your clothes a little change.
"You put it on, and I'll test its defensive power." Can Feng threw the clothes to Zheng Lin, ready to try it with his own hands.
Zheng Lin rolled his eyes at Can Feng, who was eager to try, and said: "If it doesn't have strong protective power, with my body, I can't be beaten to death by your palm!"
However, after saying this, Zheng Lin was also very curious. Of course, he also knew that Can Feng must be measured in his actions.
Zheng Lin is of medium height, and this suit of clothes fits him very well. The smooth fabric feels great against his body.
"Haha, that's right. Even if it has no function, it can make the master's temperament noble. If you wear it on me, it will definitely make all the fairies in the Nine Heavens admire you." Can Feng looked at Zheng Linhou back and forth and smiled.
Follow the path.
Zheng Lin heard what Can Feng meant——
Although Can Feng was complimenting him, he was only talking about the appearance of the clothes, not himself. The implication was that you, Zheng Lin, are really not very good-looking, and wearing this set of clothes on you is a complete waste.
This gave Zheng Lin the absurd idea that "wearing a dragon robe doesn't look like a prince"!
Smiling to himself, Zheng Lin didn't think too much about it. He had long been accustomed to his ordinary appearance, and he didn't feel there was anything to feel inferior to. For a monk, skin was of no importance at all.
When Can Feng saw that Zheng Lin had put on his clothes, he suddenly took out a palm, but as soon as his palm with purple spiritual power touched the clothes, he felt extremely soft. However, what Can Feng didn't expect was that the power of his palm
Still knocking Zheng Lin away heavily.
After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, Zheng Lin got up in embarrassment, secretly cursing Can Feng for taking too heavy a blow, and at the same time scolding Can Feng for having too little defensive effect.
Fortunately, Can Feng restrained 90% of his strength at the critical moment, otherwise, Zheng Lin would have just spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.
After knowing that the clothes were of little use, the two of them stopped trying, and Zheng Lin also put the clothes into a storage bag.
In the weapon room, except for only half the volume of weapon refining materials, there was nothing else. The two of them sorted out the materials at the same time. Just when he bent down, Zheng Lin suddenly asked: "Can Feng, do you know
Demonic stone?"
Can Feng tilted his head, stared at Zheng Lin, and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have the Demonic Essence Stone?"
It seemed that Can Feng knew about the Demonic Essence Stone. Zheng Lin sighed bitterly and continued: "Actually, the reason why I came back this time is to look for the Demonic Essence Stone here. Unfortunately, I will probably be disappointed."
Although Can Feng didn't know why Zheng Lin looked a little decadent, he still comforted him: "The Demonic Essence Stone is not a thing in this world. It is something that can be encountered but cannot be sought. Don't be disappointed if you can't get it. You can't get it this time."
The harvest has been very rich. The collections in these three secret rooms are probably only the top sects can deal with indifferently."
Zheng Lin could only be more depressed about Can Feng's kindness. Everyone said that the Demonic Essence Stone was not easy to obtain, so how could Zheng Lin be happy.
The two stopped talking and silently examined the weapon refining materials in front of them one by one. After a while, Zheng Lin actually found a black finger bone that was very similar to the one he had obtained earlier.
"Eh? How could this bone contain such strong demonic power?" Can Feng asked with a frown.
In the world of cultivating immortals, after a monk dies, all his power will quickly dissipate between heaven and earth, but this phalanx is completely different.
Zheng Lin took out the phalanx he had obtained earlier and put the two together. To his surprise, the two suddenly came together and no matter what Zheng Lin did, he could not separate them again.
Out of anger, Zheng Lin used the Mingkong Sword he had just obtained, and suddenly struck at the two phalanges that were tightly connected.
Can Feng did not stop him. He was more knowledgeable than Zheng Lin and was more curious than Zheng Lin.
The Mingkong Sword fell quickly, but it was a low-grade mysterious weapon and looked extremely sharp, but it could not leave a trace on the phalanx; on the contrary, Zheng Lin, who was attacking with all his strength, felt that he and Mingkong were
The sword was shaken violently.
This shows that the finger bones can automatically defend themselves and are of extremely high quality.
"Get out of the way, let me try!" Can Feng took out his sword, and under the infusion of spiritual power, the sword flashed with purple light.
Can Feng shouted loudly and used a successful attack to strike down without using the Tyrant Sword Technique to cooperate.
The result was the same. Although the phalanx was sunk deep into the ground, there was still no damage after being taken out, and the two were tightly held together.
Can Feng became interested and increased his skill to 30%, but the result was the same. He increased it to 50%, 70%, and 100%, but still could not make any changes to the finger bones.
Although he did not activate the Overlord Sword Technique, as Can Feng, who is in the middle stage of dual souls, he could strike with all his strength, and even a mid-grade or high-grade mysterious weapon would be damaged without the care of its owner.
"Is it a top-grade mysterious weapon or a magic weapon?" Can Feng asked with a shocked look on his face.
Can Feng didn't understand, and Zheng Lin didn't understand even more. However, this was not the most urgent matter at the moment. Even if he couldn't find the Demonic Essence Stone, Zheng Lin had to rush back as soon as possible.
The remaining refining materials were easily checked. A lot of high-level refining materials were obtained, but Zheng Lin's complexion was getting worse and worse. This was almost Helian Qianxun's only hope, hoping that the disciples of the Demon Palace would be there.
It is simply unrealistic to find the Demonic Essence Stone in the vast world of immortality.
I entered the surgery room with a dull look. Just as I imagined, this secret room was full of books, and of course there were a few jade slips.
Zheng Lin was not in the mood to look through those books, but Can Feng was very interested. Most of these books recorded the experience of cultivation, as well as some of the weapon refining, alchemy experience, and secret books that the old man Xuying himself or collected.
All of great value.
In this secret room, there is a desk with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it, which is covered with dust.
Zheng Linxing walked to his desk and looked at several rows of Juan Yong Jinba's cursive characters on the paper spread out on the table. The ink had been dry for who knows how many years, but the power of the writing was still there, which was fascinating.
After watching silently for a while, Zheng Lin suddenly felt his head was a little dizzy and his body was shaking. It happened that Can Feng saw his change at this time and quickly supported him, and then Can Feng frowned and felt it carefully.
.
There must be a reason for Zheng Lin's drowsiness. After some careful understanding, Can Feng, who has relatively strong spiritual consciousness and soul power, stopped his eyes on the square inkstone.
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