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Hua Zhenxing gave a detailed introduction to yesterday's situation, including the various magical inheritances he had received.

He did not talk about the specific content of these secret techniques. Without Locke's permission, he could not leak the secrets of the Fulgen family without permission. He only analyzed the types and functions of various magical techniques.

Yang Tehong nodded slightly: "This Luo Fugen is quite an open person, at least he knows who to be open to.

As for you, you still have to focus on the art of cultivating the essence. It doesn't matter whether you learn those magical arts or not. The key is to understand them. You can't slack off on what I'm teaching you to practice. "

Hua Zhenxing: "Of course I won't... Mr. Yang, where is the artifact you always want to give me?"

Yang Tehong: "How did you know I was going to give you a magical weapon?"

Hua Zhenxing: "In Brussels, that morning, among the spiritual mind imprints you always left for me, there was a divine soul imprint on how to sacrifice and use a certain artifact. The inheritance is there, but where is the thing?"

At this moment, Master Ke's voice came: "Eating braised noodles early in the morning is a bit luxurious." Turning around, Ke Mengchao and Mo Shangtong walked in side by side.

What day is it today? Three old men are here again. The old man raised his head and said, "What's so extravagant about a bowl of noodles? Are you mistaken about the era?"

Mo Shangtong: "Xiao Ke is not referring to the era but the place. Isn't it a bit luxurious in Fesuo Port?"

Hua Zhenxing quickly stood up and said, "Have you two had breakfast?"

The two elders said in unison: "I haven't eaten yet."

Hua Zhenxing: "Sit down first and I'll do it for you."

He was very obedient and did not ask any more about the artifact. He ran into the kitchen to boil water, cook noodles, make brine, and pour brine, and brought a large bowl to Uncle Mo and Mr. Ke. After they all finished eating, they put away all the dishes and chopsticks, made a pot of tea, and set out cups for the three elderly people to fill.

Old Man Yang did not wait for Hua Zhenxing to ask any more, and took the initiative to say: "We do intend to give you a divine weapon today. According to the tradition of the monks of the Eastern Kingdom, you have broken through the four realms and can become a master."

Hua Zhenxing: "Teacher? Don't you want to teach me anymore?"

Old Man Yang shook his head: "That's not what I mean. As the saying goes, there are still many things you haven't learned yet. Being a teacher is a way of saying, which is equivalent to you graduating and being able to work."

Hua Zhenxing: "I haven't gone to school, I've been working for a long time."

"I can't explain such a simple thing!" Ke Mengchao rolled his eyes at Yang Tehong, then looked at Xiaohua and said, "It's very simple. It can be compared to the opera in the past. After the apprentice has learned the lesson, he can go on stage and sell tickets."

Hua Zhenxing: "Where can I go on stage and sell tickets?"

"Your explanation is neither fishy nor fishy!" Mo Shangtong rolled his eyes at Ke Mengchao, and then explained to Xiaohua, "Just like an apprentice in a workshop, you can complete some operations independently. But you must continue to learn and strive for excellence. I haven’t learned many of Master’s skills yet.”

Hua Zhenxing: "Oh, I almost understand."

"What do you understand! You make such a simple thing so complicated." Old Man Yang said with some dissatisfaction, "According to the past saying, you can travel in the mountains. According to your dream, you can become an intermediate yangyuan A magic instructor."

Hua Zhenxing nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand, the three of you made it very clear."

Old Man Yang: "Let's talk about that artifact. In fact, you have already used it."

Hua Zhenxing: "Is it the stick that stabbed Frick to death?"

Old Man Yang: "Yes! You first processed that stick yourself, and then I added something to it and made it into a magical weapon."

Mo Shangtong interjected: "Old Yang combined a sacred weapon with your stick. The sacred weapon is still a sacred weapon, but it looks like your stick."

"Don't interrupt!...You, Uncle Mo, are right. That's how the stick came to be. After you brought it out last time, the three of us worked together to refine another treasure and put it in. It was no longer a stick. , but a magic gun."

Hua Zhenxing: "Where is the magic gun?"

Old Man Yang: "It's in my hand. I've been sitting across from you for so long. Haven't you seen it yet?"

In hand? Old Man Yang was eating noodles just now, and the chopsticks he used were normal. Now his left hand is empty, and his right hand is holding a tea cup. Where did the magic gun come from... Hua Zhenxing suddenly found that Old Man Yang really had something extra in his hand, and wondered. : "Is it this bracelet?"

Old Man Yang: "To be precise, it's a vine ring. My ancestor had a magic weapon that looked like this, but the magical power is different."

Old Man Yang usually doesn't wear jewelry, but today he has a bracelet on his right wrist. It looks like it's made of wood or rattan. It's very thin, less than five millimeters in diameter.

If you look closely, you will see that the stick that Hua Zhenxing once used has shrunk countless times, coiling into an oval shape connected end to end, but not completely connected, leaving a small gap in the middle.

Hua Zhenxing read it for a long time before asking: "Mr. Yang, do you call this vine ring a magic gun?" He secretly complained in his mind that the inappropriate naming method of this article is almost comparable to the Feiyun boots named by Uncle Mo.

Yang Tehong: "The magic weapon mainly depends on its magical functions. I am just making an analogy, not naming it. Although you can't master all its magical functions now, at least it can be used. I will demonstrate it to you first!"

As he spoke, he put down the tea cup, flipped it over with his right hand, and the vine ring disappeared from his wrist, returning to its straight shape and held in his hand, like a twig.

Then with a shake of his hand, the branch turned into a long stick with a sharpened end, just like the original stick. With another shake of his hand, he picked out a bunch of lychees on the treetop.

Maybe it's because of the climate in Fesoport. The lychee tree planted by Mr. Yang in the courtyard will bloom and bear fruit all year round, but it only bears the most fruit at the end of the heavy rainy season every year. Although it bears very little fruit at other times, it does.

During the fruit-bearing season this year, Hua Zhenxing had picked all the ripe fruits, and now there are some more, all high in the treetops.

This stick was originally more than three meters long, and this bunch of lychees was hanging on a treetop about ten meters high. Old man Yang just held the stick and shook it. He either picked the lychees from the air or picked them with a stick.

Hua Zhenxing could see and sense clearly that the stick suddenly stretched out ten meters long, and the end was still in Old Man Yang's hand. A bunch of lychees is held in his left hand. The long stick in Old Yang's right hand has disappeared and turned into a vine ring again and is worn on his wrist.

Old Man Yang's demonstration was very cool. The only flaw was that the stick made a hole in the big umbrella above his head. Ke Mengchao frowned and said, "Old Yang, when you demonstrate the magic weapon, just demonstrate it well. Why can't you get along with the umbrella?"

Old Man Yang coughed: "Mistake, small mistake, usually there is no umbrella here... Let's talk about business, what should we name this artifact?"

Mo Shangtong flicked his fingers above his head, and the torn umbrella cover closed again, miraculously returning to its original shape. He smiled and said, "How about calling it a gun barrel?"

Hua Zhenxing said with a grimace: "Not very good."

But Old Man Yang smiled and said: "I think it's good, let's leave it at that."

Ke Fuzi looked at Hua Zhenxing's expression, squinted his eyes and said, "The name can be decided like this, but you can also give it another name, just like people can have nicknames. For example, they all call Li Jing Da Gangzi."

Hua Zhenxing: "Okay! Mr. Ke, what other name do you want to give it?"

Master Ke: "Baolian Spear, what do you think?"

Hua Zhenxing said a little weakly: "Speaking of the word Baolian, it seems that it is not suitable to describe a gun, right?"

Ke Mengchao: "Are you dissatisfied with the name I chose?"

Hua Zhenxing: "Satisfied, satisfied, let's call it Gun Barrel...also known as Baolian Gun, but can we give it another nickname? People can also have two nicknames!"

"Stop teasing the children!" Old Man Yang finally knocked on the table and said, "Xiaohua, the thing you brought back from that world outside the world last time was the world-controlling treasure of the Kingdom of Gods, the Divine Hidden Gate. The key looks like a short bone staff, and we have also refined it into this artifact.

Teacher Ding should have told you that if you control this thing, you can become the master of the world. Of course, either you are not the true master of the world, or you can control that small world, the premise is that you get the inheritance of the treasure of world control and practice it in that small world.

You definitely can't do it now, but at least you have broken through the four realms of cultivation and can use it. With this item in hand, you can open the legendary door to the hidden world by yourself.

Although the inheritance of the World-Controlling Treasure has been broken, this is what Teacher Ding did. He re-refined the World-Controlling Treasure and left a new inheritance, which is specially used for the Kingdom of God and the Gate of Divine Hiddenness. It is also included in the soul imprint that Lao Yang passed on to you.

I said this treasure is a magic gun, and you can use it to open the door to the hidden world, so why not just call it the hidden gun? "

Hua Zhenxing nodded quickly and said: "Very good, very good, it's decided, it's called Shenyin Gun! I like this name, I couldn't praise it more!"

Hurry up and decide on the name. If you let the three old men pull it off, there might be something weird about it. But as soon as these words were spoken, the three old men nodded at the same time, and Hua Zhenxing had a mysterious and indescribable connection with this artifact.

Naming an artifact is not as simple as giving a random name to an ordinary thing. It is equivalent to some kind of spiritual birth that blends with form and spirit.

The soul imprint that Old Man Yang passed on to Hua Zhenxing was specifically for refining and using this artifact, but Hua Zhenxing always felt that something was missing in it, like an instruction manual that could not be opened, and it only became clear at this moment.

Although Hua Zhenxing can come up with many names by himself, he is not qualified to name this artifact alone. But on the other hand, he can participate in the naming of this artifact and finally give it a name.

The transformation of an artifact from unknown to famous is also a ritual.

The earliest stick was cut by Hua Zhenxing himself and refined with his spiritual consciousness. Then Old Man Yang "added" another divine weapon to it. Finally, the three old men joined forces to refine the world-controlling treasure of the Kingdom of God into it.

In a sense, Hua Zhenxing was the originator of this artifact. More importantly, this artifact came into existence because of him and for him. To put it another way, he is the original creator of the artifact, and it is he who names it.

Something like this has almost never happened in history, because Hua Zhenxing was only a monk in the Four Realms, and the creator of every artifact in history was an expert who personally crafted the artifact, and his cultivation was at least superb.