The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

"So what is this?"

Ming Fan frowned and looked carefully at the piece of wood in front of him.

She picked up the wood, turned it over and over, examined it several times, and even touched its surface with her hand, but no matter which angle she looked at it from, she could not change one fact - it was just a piece of wood that could not be more ordinary.

The old ghost hesitated for a moment and said, "Try to inject your spiritual power into it."

Ming Fan nodded obediently, took a deep breath to concentrate his attention, and gathered some of his mental power into a beam, as if stabbing it fiercely at the mysterious black wood in his hand!

Ming Fan stared at the black wood with his eyes, feeling curious.

Time seemed to stand still, and everything around became extremely quiet.

The moment the spiritual power came into contact with the black wood, a subtle reaction occurred. Ming Fan felt a weak vibration coming from the black wood, but it was fleeting.

All her mental energy was actually absorbed by this piece of wood...

"How about it?"

"All my mental energy has been absorbed into this piece of wood."

Ming Fan muttered as he held the wood in front of his eyes, and then he sent a strand of his mental power towards the wood in his hand.

As expected, the extremely powerful mental force disappeared without a trace the moment it came into contact with the wood, as if it was swallowed up by an invisible beast.

In the blink of an eye, the surging and unstoppable spiritual power disappeared!

This extremely strange scene is jaw-dropping and unbelievable.

No matter how much mental energy she put into it to test it, it would be eaten up without leaving anything.

"What the hell is this thing? It's magical."

After hearing what Ming Fan said, Gui Lao nodded and said, "Of course it's magical. This is something even more rare than the ten thousand year old soul wood from the previous pharmacist conference."

Ming Fan was stunned. After getting the ten thousand year old soul wood, she wanted to transfer Gui Lao's soul out of the black box, but Gui Lao refused because the timing was not right.

Ming Fan knew that he was afraid that he would consume too much energy dealing with the black box.

She never mentioned it again after that, thinking that she could improve her cultivation as quickly as possible so that she could rescue the ghost old man's soul from the black box one day.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that she suddenly became dazed, Gui Lao couldn't help but call her.

"Oh, I thought of something interesting." Ming Fan curled his lips and smiled teasingly.

The old ghost asked casually, "What?"

Ming Fan fumbled with the black wood in his hand, but what he said had nothing to do with wood.

"Ghost Master, our three appointments have already passed, right?"

Gui Lao had never expected that she would ask such a bullshit question. He could not help but frown and said with his neck stiff, "What nonsense are you talking about? There is clearly another time..."

Ming Fan couldn't help laughing, but he didn't expose him.

When she first discovered that the black box and Ghost Old Man would suck her luck, she almost went berserk. If Ghost Old Man hadn't repeatedly promised her that he would help her three times when she was in the critical moment of life and death, which would have scared the young and ignorant her... If Ghost Old Man hadn't scared her, she actually wouldn't have been able to do anything to him.

Her luck deteriorated visibly after that, but when she was in danger several times later, it was indeed this old man who risked his life to help her.

It has long been unclear who owes whom.

She and Gui Lao are both teacher and friend, and also like grandfather and grandson... She knows that she is willing to exchange her sincerity for others'.

Seeing that she remained silent, Gui Lao frowned unconsciously and said, “Take this piece of wood away. It is a good thing for rebuilding your body.

Also, there are indeed a lot of good things in this Qinglan Tiger Lion's cave, eight rows and nineteen, twenty-six rows and seventy-eight, go and take a look."

After Gui Lao finished speaking, he hurriedly cut off his connection with Ming Fan.

Ming Fan raised his eyebrows, smiled, put the black wood in his hand back into the leather box, turned around and looked at the numbers that Gui Lao had just said.

But when I turned around, I saw Rong Hua’s big face first.

"Third Brother, you..."

Ming Fan was startled by Rong Hua approaching him. When he saw Rong Hua looking at him, he awkwardly retracted the slap he was about to give.

"Little junior sister, look!"

Rong Hua held tightly in his hand a finely crafted silver spear, the body of which was flashing with a cold light.

He was very excited and brought the silver spear close to Ming Fan as if he was offering a treasure: "How is it? Is it worthy of me?"

Ming Fan stared at the silver spear with a hint of amazement in his eyes.

She could feel the powerful aura emanating from this spiritual weapon, which was no less powerful than the Three Spears.

"It's a good thing." Ming Fan said.

Rong Hua gently stroked the gun barrel, his eyes full of love for the spear: "I also think it's a good thing."

"Oh, by the way, this spear is called 'Dragon Roar'" Rong Hua stroked the bulge on the tail of the silver spear and gestured to Ming Fan.

Sure enough, on the gun body, Ming Fan saw two small words carved. The name of this gun was quite domineering.

Spiritual weapons usually recognize their masters and will only be loyal to the masters they recognize.

The spear was very docile in Rong Hua's hand and did not show any resistance. Ming Fan was happy for Rong Hua. He did not expect that there would be a spiritual weapon in the Qinglan Tiger-Lion cave, and he did not expect that this spiritual weapon would be a good match for Rong Hua.

Well, at least she is better than her two old friends Sanmao and Qianren.

"Junior sister, I feel there is a spirit inside, but for some reason it doesn't want to wake up."

Rong Hua looked at Ming Fan with a gun.

Ming Fan was stunned when she heard this, she didn't understand anything about weapon spirits.

Then Ming Fan summoned out the three spears.

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Can’t summon???

"Three! Spears!"

Ming Fan shouted gloomily. She clearly felt that Sanmao was not in the right state. The more she shouted, the less Sanmao came out. It was as if he was determined to do it.

This is the first time I have seen Sanmao in this state since I brought him out of the Red Lotus Secret Realm.