"How can a man stay depressed and depressed for a long time?"
Yang Fan only felt that it seemed to have some kind of spirituality, conveying to him a powerful wildness and will, with a strong sense of unruly and unruly!
That is a kind of unfettered wildness!
Strong, domineering, unreasonable!
Just to be stronger!
"This square-shaped halberd is good, isn't it?"
Just when Yang Fan was sighing secretly, an old voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Um?"
Yang Fan felt that the hairs all over his body stood up instantly. He turned around suddenly and saw an old eunuch wearing a coarse cloth coat standing behind him, with a look of sadness on his wrinkled face.
"Qinglao?"
He showed a surprised expression.
Familiar memories suddenly came to mind. When he and Xiao Lianzi went to the secret meeting, they had met him many times.
Qinglao slowly stepped forward, put his hand through the green light, and grabbed the Fangtian Painted Halberd. When he took the hand, his whole body seemed to sink slightly, and then with a sudden force, he actually grabbed it.
Grab it.
boom!
With a flick of his wrist, Fang Tian's painted halberd, which was all blue and black, came to life like a black dragon, exuding an astonishing evil spirit and power. Even if the person wielding it was an octogenarian, it was still frightening.
Buzz buzz.
Fang Tian's painted halberd stirred the air, and the dragon pattern on its surface seemed to come to life. The densely packed gun shadows suddenly merged into one, hovering heavily in front of Yang Fan!
In an instant, the ferocious aura seemed to turn into a ferocious dragon, almost ready to rush out and choose people to devour.
Vaguely, Yang Fan even heard a low roar of a dragon coming from his ears!
"hiss."
Yang Fan gasped and subconsciously took a step back.
What a magic weapon!
The fierceness and majesty started here!
"How about it? Do you plan to choose it?"
young and old Watching his expression change, he showed satisfaction.
Yang Fan's face stiffened, he laughed dryly, and said: "Old Qing, I want to see something else..."
boom.
Unexpectedly, when Qing Lao heard this, his face could not help but darken, and he actually raised his hand and threw Fang Tian's painted halberd in front of Yang Fan. The speed was as fast as a meteor, and Yang Fan subconsciously grabbed it in his hand.
When Fang Tian took the halberd, he felt his body sink. He quickly exerted his strength and took four or five steps back before grabbing it firmly. A flash of shock flashed through his heart!
The weight of Fang Tian's painted halberd is probably tens of thousands of kilograms!
If it is used in a charge, it will almost kill you, and it will definitely be a weapon with unparalleled power. It is the magic weapon that fierce generals dream of!
"Yes, it seems that you are a good match for it. Let's go out!"
As he spoke, Qinglao actually grabbed Yang Fan's collar, raised his hand, and threw him and Fang Tian's painted halberd out of the corridor and back to the underground hall.
"Eh?"
Yang Fan grabbed Fang Tian's painted halberd and looked back at the closed corridor door, wanting to cry but without tears.
It's not that he doesn't want this square-shaped halberd, but it's too big and too fierce!
Fang Tian's painted halberd, which is about ten feet long, is destined to be used only on certain occasions. On weekdays, in the palace, Yang Fan has no room to use it!
You can't carry such an obviously vicious weapon everywhere you go!
Then others must regard him as the assassin who assassinated the king!
"That's it, that's all, I got it all, I can't give it back!"
Yang Fan stroked the thick euphorbia, which was as thick as a pebble and gave people an extremely comfortable feeling. The dragon pattern circling around the halberd made Yang Fan even more fond of it.
This is indeed much better than the sword he used. If Fang Tian Hua Ji was in hand that day, why would he use the hilt to stab Taoist Taiyuan after the sword body shattered?
How cool is this spurge!
Poke one!
Yang Fan comforted himself for a while, and then looked at the other corridors.
After being forcefully bought and sold with a Fangtian Painted Halberd, the next choice must undoubtedly be made more carefully.
"Elixir, secret method, secret treasure... choose one of the three, which one should you choose?"
Yang Fan fell into thinking.
Being promoted to Grandmaster was a natural thing for him who kept opening up his Qi and Blood Apertures, and there was no need to waste pills.
As for the secret method and the secret treasure, he was caught in a tangle.
Obviously, both of these can increase his combat power and provide him with more opportunities for error tolerance.
However, he is more inclined to choose secret methods than secret treasures.
After all, for him who has an illusory inheritance, once he chooses a secret method, he can figure it out in a short time, and even succeed in practicing it.
On the contrary, the secret treasure is just a foreign object.
Nothing is as powerful as himself, and his goal is to attribute great power to himself.
Thinking of this, he stepped into the passage representing the "secret method".
As soon as you enter, you feel like you have entered a library in a previous life. The densely packed bookshelves are filled with secrets of various categories, like a vast ocean.
Just looking at it made people's scalp numb, and he instantly fell into a fear of being dominated by learning.
Fortunately, he noticed that there were reminder labels for different categories on these bookshelves.
The secret techniques here are divided into many categories, such as "protection", "attack", "escape", "fighting", "killing", "taboo" and so on.
Yang Fan looked carefully.
Groups of light balls suspended On top of the book of secret techniques, there is a faint figure of a human figure entrenched in it, seeming to be evolving the secret technique in it.
"Choose a secret method, and after touching it, you can obtain the inheritance of its true meaning."
An equally old voice came from behind.
Yang Fan was startled and quickly turned around, only to see a scrawny old eunuch huddled in the corner.
He looked at the Fang Tian Painted Halberd held in Yang Fan's hand and raised the corners of his mouth with a malicious smile.
"That old guy finally gave away this Fangtian Painted Halberd again! Good luck, boy, our family is very optimistic about you, so you must work hard to live longer!"
After saying that, he actually laughed strangely.
That laughter gave Yang Fan a creepy feeling, as harsh as a razor blade drawing back and forth on an iron plate.
"What happened to Fang Tian's painted halberd?"
Yang Fan couldn't help but ask.
The old eunuch replied lightly: "It's nothing, it's just that it was sent out seventy or eighty times, and the owner died every time. Oh, I forgot, there are a dozen or so crazy ones."
"..."
Yang Fan's expression froze.
Either he's dead, he's crazy, or it's nothing? Do you have any misunderstanding about the phrase "nothing"?
"Is it still too late for me to retreat now?"
Yang Fan was silent for a moment and asked.
The old eunuch glanced at him, looked at Yang Fan's figure, and said, "If you can beat him, you can stab Fang Tian's painted halberd into him without any problem."
This him naturally refers to young and old.
"Then you can't retreat!"
Yang Fan resisted the urge to curse, turned around and entered the secret book shelf.
No, this Fangtian Painted Halberd is too dangerous! You must find a powerful secret method to protect yourself!