I have a role in the heavens

Ao Guang's words are absolutely true. There are only a very small number of immortals who practice martial arts, and even if they can handle weapons weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, it does not mean that they can be used as portable weapons.

Sun Wukong also knows this. The journey of martial arts is inherently difficult, so very few immortals practice it. Therefore, magic weapons are rare and it is extremely difficult to obtain advantageous weapons.

However, Yang Jian's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand, and a three-pointed two-edged sword appeared in his hand. He handed it to Sun Wukong, facing the other's surprised look, and said.

"My fellow Taoist has superb martial arts skills and exquisite moves. I am delighted to see him. This is my magic weapon. It weighs 15,200 kilograms. You can give it a try and see if you can take advantage of it. I will be happy to look for the magic weapon in the future." Number!"

Sun Wukong thanked Yang Jian, took the three-pointed two-edged sword in one hand, and looked at the magic weapon carefully. He saw that the magic weapon was about one foot long. It was said to be a knife, but in fact it was more like a sword with a long handle. In order to increase the cutting ability, the blade is much wider than an ordinary sword. The front end of the blade is sharp and wide, and the front end of the blade is trident-shaped. The blade is cold and unparalleled. Sun Wukong was envious when he saw it. He danced and received the magic weapon in his hand. For a moment, the earth shook and the mountains shook. Cups and chopsticks collided with each other in the Crystal Palace. There was a loud clanging sound. Rapids and undercurrents created eddies. The soldiers and generals were shaken and swayed to the west. They could not stand and fell down one after another.

Master Huanglong looked at the mighty Sun Wukong in the palace, waved his sleeves, and the fairy light flashed, immobilizing the objects in the palace, and quietly watched Sun Wukong perform his martial arts.

Yang Jian couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that Sun Wukong could actually dance with his magic weapon. He felt that Sun Wukong's martial arts was indeed superb, and that he would have someone to learn martial arts from in the future. His brows suddenly wrinkled slightly. Although Sun Wukong's martial arts were superb, his cultivation was not. It was a bit low. At least he had to be in the realm of Daluo Jinxian before he could ask for advice.

Sun Wukong only felt that he was dancing more and more freely, and the movements in his hands became more urgent. The cold light was across the sky, and the sword energy was everywhere. If Huanglong hadn't taken action to protect the main hall, the Crystal Palace would have been demolished by the Monkey King.

Sun Wukong practiced this for a full quarter of an hour before he slowly stopped his moves. His fighting spirit was high and his fighting spirit was fierce. Two golden lights shot out from his eyes. He saw that the sword energy he shot was actually eliminated by the immortal light of Huang Long. In the middle, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, his fighting spirit receded, and his madness was gone. Then he returned the three-pointed two-edged sword to Yang Jian and said.

"He is indeed a good magic weapon, which is enviable!"

Yang Jian also smiled heartily when he heard this, looked at the envious Monkey King, put away the magic weapon, and joked.

"No matter how much you praise me, fellow Taoist, I can't give you my magic weapon. You should look for it yourself in the future!"

Sun Wukong's expression froze, and he rolled his eyes at Yang Jian who was making sarcastic remarks, but he felt that there was no sense of connection between him and Yang Jian, and he was more close to him, so he joked.

"It's not easy to find a weapon that I can take advantage of, but Zhenjun is so stingy and doesn't even give me a chance to take a second look. It's really speechless!"

Yang Jian laughed loudly when he heard this, stretched out his palm and patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder twice, smiling without shame.

"I heard people say that you are not afraid of thieves stealing, but you are afraid that thieves will miss you. How dare I expose the three-pointed two-edged sword in front of you? I'd better put it away!"

When Sun Wukong heard that Yang Jian was treating him as a thief, he was not angry at all, but laughed at himself.

"I'm dissatisfied with you, Zhenjun. You said that I have really been a thief. Before I entered the path, I also lived in the human world. In order to fill my stomach, I also stole food from others. I can't bear to look back!"

Sun Wukong touched his belly with his hand, thinking that he had been living in the human world for decades and had not suffered any hardships. He was born with the body of a monkey. When he was living in a dynasty in the human world, he naturally hid here and there to cover up his true identity. It was not easy and it took a lot of hard work.

Yang Jian laughed even more when he heard this. He felt that Sun Wukong had a bold personality and suited his temperament very well. He wanted to get close to him and said with a smile.

"Then I have to be more careful, otherwise you won't even know when the magic weapon is stolen by you!"

The two looked at each other, raised their heads and laughed. One was the True Monarch of the Revealed Saint, and the other was the future Monkey King. The two admired each other and felt that they had similar temperaments, a natural fit, and closeness in their hearts.

Ao Guang looked at the two people who were talking happily, sighed and joked.

"It's a pity that our Dragon Palace claims to have many treasures, but there are no magic weapons that fellow Taoist Sun can appreciate. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind having the magic weapons stolen by fellow Taoist disciples. After all, the sword is bestowed upon a hero, so it's a good home for it!"

Sun Wukong laughed even more when he heard this. He felt that the Old Dragon King of the East China Sea was also an interesting person. He was sociable and sociable. He really admired him.

Master Huang Long looked at the three of them, turned his holy eyes slightly, looked at the magic iron behind the Crystal Palace, pondered slightly, and spoke.

"The Monkey King wants to take advantage of the magic weapon, and there really is one in the East China Sea Dragon Palace!"

Sun Wukong was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea. Seeing the same expression on his face, he was stunned again and asked in confusion.

"What do you mean by Tianzun's words?"

Ao Guang was also confused. Why didn't he know that there were magical weapons in the Dragon Palace that could satisfy Sun Wukong's requirements? He also looked at Master Huanglong and asked for advice.

"Since Tianzun said there is, it must be true. I just want Tianzun to give me some advice so that Xiaolong will not be misunderstood by Zhenjun and Fellow Daoist Sun. If they say I am stingy, then I will die unjustly!"

Master Huanglong looked at Ao Guang, who was good at dancing and had long sleeves. When he heard what he said, he didn't show off. He stood up and walked out of the hall and said to the three people.

"Come with me!"

The three of them looked at each other, followed quickly, and walked towards the back of the Crystal Palace. After a while, they came to an open space. They saw that the place was desolate, without the magnificence of the Crystal Palace, and even there was little life, only a few seaweeds. Zasheng, entangled on a giant pillar covered with moss and reaching the sky, is constantly swaying with the turbulence of the water, which is a bit interesting.

Master Huanglong stood in front of the giant pillar, pointed at the pillar, turned around and said.

"Isn't this a magical weapon?"

Dragon King Ao Guang looked at this pillar, frowned, and then said.

"Tianzun, isn't this a stator used to determine the depth of rivers and seas when Emperor Dayu controlled the floods? It has been erected in our East China Sea for tens of thousands of years. It is used as a mark to measure the water level. Isn't it some magical weapon?"

Master Huanglong waved his fairy light, and the moss and seaweed on the giant pillar that reached the sky peeled off one after another, revealing the true face of the magic needle. All he saw was the brilliant glow of the sun, the aura of auspiciousness, the body of the pillar with thousands of golden lights, the precious light shining in the world, and two people hugging each other. , about a hundred feet long, standing in the East China Sea, as motionless as a mountain.

When Sun Wukong saw the Dinghai Shen Iron Needle, he couldn't help but be in a daze. He just thought that this was his precious magic weapon. Sure enough, the treasure had a spirit, and he met the destined person. Sun Wukong looked at the huge magic needle and muttered in a low voice with some embarrassment.

"It would be nice if it was smaller and thinner!"