"Dad, come here, this time I brought you a lot of good things from Heaven."
An Lin pulled An Mingchuan to a small pavilion, fiddling with the Najie excitedly, and inspected the items inside.
"Look at what you said, I'm cultivating here, and I don't need anything, so you don't need to bring anything here!" An Mingchuan said indifferently.
"Is there really nothing missing? Don't you want spirit weapons?" An Lin said with a chuckle.
As soon as these words came out, the whole small pavilion fell silent.
Tian Lingling, Cui Zhe, and An Mingchuan gasped, and their eyes widened.
What does the spirit weapon mean to monks on earth? That is the treasure of the town sect of a big sect!
The spiritual artifacts that appeared in the entire Hua Kingdom can be counted with one hand.
"No, this thing is too precious! You keep it for yourself, I don't want it!" An Mingchuan immediately refused after recovering.
An Lin smiled, he knew what his father was worried about, and said, "Don't be nervous, I have plenty of spirit weapons here, just pick whatever you want."
Soon, the ring flashed, and six spirit weapons that exuded heart-pounding fluctuations appeared on the table.
Three elementary spirit weapons and three middle-level spirit weapons, these were the treasures he snatched when he was murdered outside the Winter Dragon Tomb, but they have not been sold.
"I rely on it!"
Looking at the six spiritual weapons in front of her, Tian Lingling couldn't help but swear.
Cui Zhe swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking a little dumbfounded.
"This... how come you have so many..." An Mingchuan's eyes widened.
The spirit weapon that An Lin took out alone accounted for half of the country's spiritual weapons, should we be so exaggerated.
An Lin didn't take it seriously. Spiritual weapons are extremely precious weapons even in the Kyushu Realm, let alone on Earth, so it's no wonder they were so surprised.
"Father, hurry up and choose, these weapons are moldy in the ring, brother is not short of money." An Lin said proudly.
Seeing this, Dabai curled his lips, knowing that Brother An had already turned on the pretentious mode.
Tian Lingling originally liked to speak out and step on An Lin, but now she forgot to speak, and just stared blankly at the six spiritual artifacts on the table, drooling from her mouth.
An Mingchuan was not hypocritical when he heard the words. He prefers to use swords now, so he picked a mid-level spiritual weapon, the Blue Frost Sword.
Seeing this, An Lin gave a thumbs up: "As expected of my father, our family is destined to be a sword fairy!"
Tian Lingling: "..., are you boasting that you are a sword fairy again?"
Dabai: "Brother An looks like this."
After his father finished choosing, he looked at Tian Lingling, pointed to the spiritual weapon on the table and continued: "You also choose one of the spiritual weapons here."
Tian Lingling was stunned when she heard the words, and stared at An Lin with watery eyes: "Fake Taoist... do you mean to give me a spiritual weapon?"
An Lin nodded. After all, she is a good friend he met in the mortal world, and he has always been very generous to his friends.
"Wow! Sword Immortal Anlin, I love you so much!" Tian Lingling jumped at An Lin in excitement, kissed An Lin's side face with her pink lips, and screamed happily.
Anlin obviously liked the word "Anlin Sword Immortal" very much, so he smiled smugly.
Afterwards, he pointed to the spiritual weapon on the table and continued: "Choose one you like."
Tian Lingling nodded, and selected a pair of white darts from the five spiritual weapons, the elementary spiritual weapon, the Thunder Dart.
After the selection, An Lin turned his head to look at Cui Zhe again: "Uncle Cui, I said I would give you a big gift too, so you can choose a spiritual weapon too."
After An Lin finished speaking, Cui Zhe froze in place.
Give him a spirit weapon
Are you kidding me! This is a priceless spiritual weapon!
He had thought that An Lin would give him some good things, such as precious magical artifacts and valuable spiritual pills, but he never expected that An Lin would give him spiritual artifacts!
"Uncle Cui, you are my father's teacher, please accept this gift."
Seeing that Cui Zhe didn't react, An Lin spoke again solemnly.
An Mingchuan also laughed: "Lin Zi is promising, this is his wish, teacher should go up and get one."
"This..." Cui Zhe looked at An Lin and An Mingchuan, finally took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, then Cui will accept this great gift."
He chose an elementary spiritual weapon, the Silver Blood Spear.
Holding the spear in his hand, feeling the energy fluctuations and spirituality from the spear, his hands trembled a little.
This is the spirit weapon
This is to send warmth
Cui Zhe was in a daze, the warmth was so warm that he felt his blood boiling all over now.
This opportunity is really right!
Teaching An Mingchuan everything is the most correct thing he has done!
An Lin took the remaining three spirit weapons back into the ring, and then gave his father more than a dozen spirit pills with different effects, plus 200,000 spirit stones, these things were enough for his father to squander until after the spirit nurturing period.
Looking at the dazzling array of treasures in front of them, Tian Lingling and Cui Zhe were already numb.
It's like ordinary people seeing a super rich squandering 100 million to 100 million. Although the money is a lot to ordinary people, after they look numb, it is just a number, and there will not be much shock.
The biggest shock was An Mingchuan, because he was the one who collected the money!
It was precisely because he came into contact with the world of cultivating immortals and knew how to do it that he was shocked.
Not to mention those elixirs and spirit weapons, he had never seen so much money in the immortal cultivation department for the two hundred thousand spirit stones alone!
"Okay, the warmth is over!" An Lin clapped his hands, there was no distress on his face, he just smiled happily. Why do you want to cultivate immortals, why do you have to struggle? He couldn't tell.
His mood at the moment is very simple, just like the men who work hard outside, the company finally paid the wages, and then he sent money home to subsidize the family, let his parents know that he is independent, and let his parents know that they can rely on him!
Probably this is the mood, this feeling is really good, and An Lin also likes it very much.
After delivering the warmth, An Lin took out the famous tea bought in Kyushu, and tasted it with his father, Tian Lingling, and Cui Zhe.
The four of them sat around the stone table, chatting about cultivation and what they had experienced in the past two years.
"So, you've reached the tenth stage of the Dao Body? That's ok, you're making rapid progress!" An Lin looked at Tian Lingling with a surprised look on his face.
Tian Lingling snorted softly, but did not answer.
The speed at which her realm grew, even in the Cultivation United University, is a very powerful group of people, but in front of An Lin, she was completely beaten and lost her temper.
Originally, I thought that when An Lin came back, he would bully and bully him well, and even if it was not good enough, he would follow in his footsteps a little bit.
Who knew that after two years of absence, she finally touched the threshold of spiritual cultivation, and Anlin Nima was already about to transform into a god. With such a gap, she was almost deprived of oxygen.
"Fellow Taoist Tian Lingling is indeed the most amazingly talented person among the new generation of monks in Huaguo." Cui Zhe also commented.
"How dare I be, don't forget Uncle An." Tian Lingling said with a smile.
"Haha, I forgot about An Mingchuan." Cui Zhe clapped his palms and smiled, "He started late, but his momentum is very fierce. Be careful to be overtaken."
An Mingchuan didn't care about cultivation. When he learned that An Lin came with a mission, he immediately asked the most concerned question: "Lin Zi, did Xu Xiaolan come with you?"
An Lin was taken aback, but still nodded: "Uh, they went down together, what's the matter?"
"Oh, why didn't you bring her to meet me?" An Mingchuan slapped his thigh with an indisputable look.
An Lin couldn't laugh or cry: "Why did I bring her to see you, she still has her own things to do."
"What's the matter?"
"Uh, shopping."
"..."
An Mingchuan sighed and shook his head.
As far as my son's EQ is concerned, was the last girlfriend a lottery
When An Mingchuan sighed helplessly, a ringtone suddenly appeared, and it was An Lin's cell phone.
An Lin took out his mobile phone, and saw that it was Xu Xiaolan calling.
Hey, this is really Xiaolan, Xiaolan is here.
He connected to the phone: "Hey, how are you playing?"
Xiaolan's urgent voice came from the phone: "It's not good, An Lin, something serious happened!"
(end of this chapter)