Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

"please say."

Xiangxian sighed secretly, and could only shake his head and said: "You are so unexpected that I lost all my chips... I don't care if I don't mention it. Zhan Changsheng, let me ask you, there is a sacred object in the world, three eyes, ten legs, and a tail. What is this?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhan Changsheng was as if struck by lightning, his face turned pale, and he stood stiffly on the spot.

No one has heard of this holy object rumor.

Both Xu Wenli and Yang Zhang were teachers from famous families, and their horizons were beyond the reach of ordinary monks. At this time, they were just like the others, looking at each other with blank faces.

Xu Wenli murmured: "Three hundred miles to the south of Buzhou, there is a mountain named Dawei, and there is a monster in the mountain, with three eyes and six legs... that's not right."

Yang Zhang was also contemplating. There are many records in this Continent of Cultivation of Immortals, and there are countless monsters and monsters of all kinds. However, if you really want to find something that fits Xiangxian's description, it is really not easy.

What's more, there are so many monsters and so few holy objects, even if they are unique.

Zhan Long frowned unknowingly and said, "When did such a strange sacred object appear in the world, and I will never forgive you if you talk about it."

He moved his fingers slightly, his evil spirit soared, but Zhan Changsheng Jiali squeezed his wrist tightly and shouted: "Zhan Long!"

In a flash of black light, the man disappeared, but in Zhan Changsheng's hand was a dark gold spear full of evil spirits, which was still trembling unceasingly.

Zhan Changsheng clenched his knuckles and turned white, his knuckles protruded, he firmly grasped the gun body, pointed straight at the demon, and said coldly: "Where do you know?"

However, Xiangxian took out the red wooden token, played with his fingertips, and said softly: "Changsheng, where do you know it, so I will know it too."

Zhan Changsheng's heart was full of turmoil, and it was difficult to calm down. He didn't care to appease Dragon Slaying Spear's fury, so he could only hold him tightly in his hand. No matter how much anger he had afterwards, he would just bear it.

Unexpectedly, when he was reading miscellaneous books when he was seriously ill in the Tang state, an anecdote and unofficial history that he inadvertently glanced over has now become a mark of recognition with his fellow clan in a different world.