At this moment, Lang Shuoyang heard frogs croaking in the pond.
Lang Shuoyang found it strange how there could be frogs in such a cold pool. Just as Lang Shuoyang was about to look for where the frog came from, an extremely ugly toad jumped straight into his arms.
Lang Shuoyang was startled at first, but the toad jumped and hit his face again. Lang Shuoyang finally couldn't help it and vomited on the ground.
A round and clear red bead fell on the grass. Lang Shuoyang took a look and realized that it was not the Holy Fire Pill.
The Holy Fire Pill had been in his body for so many years and finally came out. Lang Shuoyang washed the Holy Fire Pill clean with pool water. If he looked carefully, there seemed to be a small flame floating vaguely in the middle of the bead.
Lang Shuoyang was lost in thought while looking at the Holy Fire Pill. The toad next to him suddenly spoke: "What a magical bead. This is a treasure of cultivation."
Lang Shuoyang was startled, looked at the toad alertly and said, "Who are you, and where did you come from as a monster?"
The toad was purple-brown and ugly, but it could understand human speech. It replied: "I am not a monster, I am just a magic weapon. My name is the Purple Mist Toad. I can swallow clouds and mist. It is rare in the world."
Lang Shuoyang was overjoyed. He had just taken out the Holy Fire Pill from his body, and he could breathe it in and out freely. He could extract Qi and refine his body. Now he had another magic weapon. Wouldn't it be a great gift from God? The magic weapon in front of him can speak, so it must be a rare magic weapon above Xuanpin.
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Lang Shuoyang said to Toad: "Toad, are you willing to let me be your master?"
The Purple Mist Toad ignored Lang Shuoyang and just jumped up into the pool.
How could Lang Shuoyang let go of this magic weapon that was almost in his hands? He jumped up, flew forward, and caught the Purple Mist Toad.
A magic weapon is a magic weapon after all. Lang Shuoyang held it in his hand. This Purple Mist Toad did not have the smooth and soft skin of an animal. On the contrary, Lang Shuoyang felt like he was holding a piece of pig iron.
"Master, come and help me, someone wants to take me away!" What a Purple Mist Toad, in Lang Shuoyang's hands, he actually dared to call for help.
Lang Shuoyang looked around, but there was no one there, so he said to the Purple Mist Toad: "Scream, scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream until your throat breaks!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a young man with bare arms leaping out of the pool and walking on his tiptoes. In an instant, he was in front of Lang Shuoyang. His body was still dripping with water, and he saw a black sword.
It was already pointed at Lang Shuoyang's chest.
This man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a jade face and a slim figure. He is slightly taller than Lang Shuoyang.
"Where did the robber come from and dared to steal my magic weapon in broad daylight?" the young man scolded.
Lang Shuoyang was stunned for a moment, but after he recovered, he said: "Since it is your magic weapon, you can take it. I thought he had no owner." Lang Shuoyang let go of his hand, and the Purple Mist Toad jumped and fell there.
Young man's shoulders.
The young man looked Lang Shuoyang up and down, and finally his eyes fell on the dot of Lang Sha between Lang Shuoyang's eyebrows: "Are you from the Moyun Sect?"
Lang Shuoyang nodded, and then he noticed that the young man also had a little bit of Langsha between his eyebrows.
"Which Lotus Peak are you from? Which sect are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?" the young man asked again.
"Seventh Lotus Peak, Alchemy Hall, under the disciple Qingniu Taoist, my name is Lang Shuoyang." Lang Shuoyang answered truthfully.
The young man sheathed his sword, cupped his hand and said, "It turns out we are brothers from the same sect. I'm sorry, I'm Guo Zixiang from Zhaixingfeng."
When Lang Shuoyang was training at Zhaixing Peak, he heard many senior brothers mention Guo Zixiang. Guo Zixiang was the son of Gui Sha. He lost his mother when he was young. Although he did not receive the true teachings of Gui Sha and was not cultivated by any immortal master, he was able to practice alone.
Find some cultivation classics in Moyun Sect, meditate on it yourself, and achieve success based on his talent. Among the younger generation, he should be regarded as the best, and he has cold and handsome features. No wonder Shangguan Shuang, the daughter of the leader, likes him.
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But Lang Shuoyang didn't like Guo Zixiang at all, and thought to himself, that Gui Sha is a murderous demon who never blinks an eye. What kind of good person can his son be? I will not be friends with the son of a murderous demon.
Guo Zixiang asked: "People from the Moyun Sect usually practice in the mountains, why did my junior brother come here alone?"
Lang Shuoyang thought for a while and said: "Taoist Qingniu asked me to go down the mountain to collect some medicine to make an elixir. Unexpectedly, I fell from a high cliff and fell into this ice pool."
Guo Zixiang smiled and said: "Junior brother, why are you so careless? The water in this pool is so deep and the water surface is frozen. Ordinary people who fall into the water will drown or not be frozen to death. Junior brother is safe and sound now. It can be regarded as a blessing from God."
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Lang Shuoyang looked at the Purple Mist Toad on Guo Zixiang's shoulder and said, "What level is Senior Brother Lian's magic weapon?"
Guo Zixiang took the Purple Mist Toad from his shoulder, stroked its body, and sighed: "This ugly treasure was not made by me. It was passed on to you by my father. It is already at the ninth level of Xuanpin.
Next, except for divine items, there is no magic weapon of a higher level than it. However, I don’t know whether I don’t know how to use it, or it is just useless. It can only swallow cloud spray to confuse others, and it has no ability to attack or defend.
.I really don’t want it, but it insists on following me.”
Lang Shuoyang said: "Different magic weapons have their own unique magical powers. Many people want to own a high-level magic weapon. Besides, your magic weapon has reached the ninth level of Xuanpin. Senior brother, you should be content with it."
Guo Zixiang smiled and said: "Actually, I am very contented. I like the sword in my hand very much!" As he said, he raised the sword in his hand, looked at the tip of the sword and said to Lang Shuoyang: "This sword was also passed down from my father.
Yours, for this sword, my father went to the Asura Dark Territory to practice for twenty years. I don’t know how lonely he was in that world, but this loneliness was worth it. I don’t know how much this sword has been stained
Human blood, how many cultivators have been defeated by this sword. But I know that as long as you use this sword, a person's strength will increase tenfold."
Guo Zixiang handed the sword to Lang Shuoyang and asked, "Can you see the difference between this sword and an ordinary sword?"
Lang Shuoyang saw that the sword was completely black, but it was so black that it was dull. There was no sharpness or sharpness in the whole sword, but it looked very blunt and rough, giving people a sense of solemnity, as if it revealed the chill of death.
Looking at this sword, he seemed a little timid.
Guo Zixiang added: "The name of this sword is Taoguang Sword. It restrains the light and murderous intent. The purpose of naming it by my father is not to show off the murderous intent, but only to give people a fatal blow."
"Senior Brother Lian soaked in this pool of water for the purpose of practicing?" Lang Shuoyang asked.
"I'm waiting for a monster." Guo Zixiang replied: "I've been dormant here for ten days, just waiting for the shark-skin crocodile monster to come out. I want to remove the shark-skin crocodile skin and use it for my sword.
Make a good scabbard. Junior brother came just in time, you can help me when the time comes."