"But what?"
"Haha... nothing!" The middle-aged fat man smiled and shook his head.
"From what I've seen of your fighting style, it seems that you just charge forward recklessly. Do you have any magic weapon that suits you?"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's heart moved. It seemed that he had never used any magic weapon before. On the other hand, those who were fighting with him were all covered with magic weapons.
With a thought, he took out the thin sword from the storage ring. This was the thing he got from killing the two Taoist priests with big noses that night.
"Oh? My dear friend, do you like to use flying swords?"
The middle-aged fat man also looked at the sword carefully, and the more he looked, the more he frowned.
He originally thought that Feng Qingyang would take out some treasure, but it turned out to be a low-level magic weapon that could not be more ordinary.
Sure enough, Feng Qingyang played with it for a while, then he exerted a little force in his hand and broke it with a clang.
"I don't like it. The flying sword is flexible. I still prefer the kind of punches that hit the flesh and move vigorously!" He threw down his hand and interrupted the sword.
"Big opening and closing?" The middle-aged fat man's heart moved. Feng Qingyang was young and promising, with an extraordinary background, and he was loyal and righteous. He had already wanted to make friends with him.
So he said, "Since I call you my friend, I will give you a gift. This way, you may be able to gain some advantages in the city lord's marriage proposal."
As he spoke, the ring in his hand flashed, and a pitch-black bow suddenly appeared in the attic.
As the bow was bent, the temperature in the attic dropped by who knows how many degrees, and the surface flashed with light from time to time.
Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up. For some reason, when he saw the bow, a rare surge of blood began to appear in his blood!
He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to take it, but found that he couldn't pick it up for a moment.
"My friend, you may not know that this bow is called Yueshang, weighs 54,000 jin, and is made of meteorite iron from outside the domain. Gong Xuan is even a Jiaojing of the Great Demon Realm..."
The middle-aged fat man introduced in a deep voice that this bow is not only a magic weapon, but also a top-level magic weapon that is almost as good as a treasure.
However, he was not good at fighting, and the bow was too heavy for ordinary cultivators to lift. The great cultivators of the Golden Core Realm looked down on it, so the bow became a waste in his hands, tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.
When I saw Feng Qingyang today, I suddenly thought of the Yueshang Bow.
"So that's how it is." Feng Qingyang nodded, thinking that this must be a treasure. He couldn't help but think of what a great man in the city once said.
Genghis Khan, the great conqueror, only knew how to shoot eagles with a bow!
His blood boiled, his magic power circulated throughout his body, and he once again grabbed the Yueshang Bow on the ground with both hands.
"rise!"
Boom!
He slowly picked up the Yueshang bow. It was cold to the touch, and was decorated with dense dragon scales. The bow was relatively thick, but Feng Qingyang liked it very much.
He held the bow in his left hand and pulled the bow with his right hand, as if he was going to pull it into a full moon.
I saw the meridians in his hands bulging and crackling.
A huge force of one hundred thousand pounds exploded.
call!
Xuan moved!
Suddenly, there was a surge of wind and clouds in the attic, and the earth was shaking, and the essence of heaven and earth was roaring in.
A sword mates a hero, just like this bow in Feng Qingyang's hand, which seems to be naturally made for him. At this moment, he suddenly becomes heroic, with flying red hair, like a peerless demon god!
"The ups and downs of the world are created by our generation. Once we enter the world, time will pass by. The pursuit of hegemony is a joke, but it is not as good as the drunkenness of life!"
He suddenly recited aloud this eternal masterpiece.
The middle-aged fat man who was watching on the side was stunned, and his heart was filled with shock.
He was not amazed at Feng Qingyang, but at the eternal masterpiece that came out of his mouth.
At this moment, he seemed to understand something. His body was glowing and the bottleneck that had been stagnant for a long time seemed to be loosening. He was ecstatic and his eyes suddenly became complicated when he looked at Feng Qingyang.
Before, he only wanted to make friends with Zhu because of his wealth, but now he felt a little grateful. He never expected that the bottleneck that had troubled him for countless years would begin to loosen with just a few words from him.
"Could it be... Could it be that I met a noble person?" He thought to himself.
So he said, "Brother Qingyang, do you want to give it a try?"
Unconsciously, he changed the name of "little friend" to "little brother Qingyang", as if he was trying to get closer to them.
Feng Qingyang did not answer, but just nodded slightly. At this moment, his mind was completely immersed in the Yueshang Bow. The world in his eyes had disappeared, and there was only one place in front of the arrow - that was a target!
He slowly released the pull of the bow. Even though he had a strength of 100,000 pounds, he still couldn't pull it into a full moon. He felt a little disappointed, but he was even more happy with this Yueshang Bow.
Although he likes it, he also knows the principle of not receiving rewards without merit, and he has a deep understanding of the principle of being grateful to others and being soft-hearted.
So he said: "Thank you for your kindness, Senior. Although I like this Moon Sorrow Bow, the gift is too expensive. Please take it back!"
As he said this, he put down the Yueshang Bow in his hand, took a deep look, and sat back in his original seat.
"What are you talking about, little brother Qingyang? If I don't accept it, wouldn't it be that you look down on me?" Although the middle-aged fat man felt painful, compared to the opportunity to break through the bottleneck, this material thing seemed not so important.
"This bow is useless in my hands, but it will be of great use to you!" said the middle-aged fat man earnestly.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's originally reluctant heart suddenly wavered. He really liked the Yueshang Bow very much, even to the point of not being able to let it go.
And - and holding it in my hand, I seemed to be able to feel a hint of calling from the Yueshang Bow.
"Then I will respectfully obey your command." Feng Qingyang did not refuse. If he did, it would seem too hypocritical.
So he took the Yueshang Bow in his hand again, looked at it carefully for a while, and then put it into the storage ring.
"Brother Qingyang... there are still five Moon Sorrow Arrows here."
As the middle-aged fat man spoke, he waved his hand, and five silver-gleaming Moon-Slaying Arrows appeared on the ground.
The Moon Sorrow Arrow and Moon Sorrow Bow were made of meteorite iron from outer space. They were extremely hard, and various materials were added to them, making them sparkle with silver light. Once you took a look at them, you couldn't take your eyes off them.
"If you have a bow, you need an arrow—the arrow cannot leave the bow, and the bow cannot leave the arrow!"
Feng Qingyang was not polite. Since he had accepted the Yueshang Bow, he might as well accept the Yueshang Arrow as well.
The ring flashed again, and five Moon-Slaying Arrows disappeared in an instant.
"Thank you for your kindness, senior!" After receiving such a great gift, Feng Qingyang turned around and bowed to the middle-aged fat man.
His face changed, and his magic power surged out, holding Feng Qingyang's waist as he was about to bend down, saying: "No, no, you are the junior of my old friend, and I have also heard a little about what happened between you and Xiao Zhu, so you should accept this Yueshang Bow with peace of mind."
So, Feng Qingyang said no more, sat down and took a sip of tea. It was the first time that the two met, but their relationship developed rapidly at this moment.
"Then I, the junior, would like to thank you, senior!"