Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1679: The God of Cause and Effect, the Magical Weapon of Life
  As Duobao's thoughts changed, he also paid more attention to Zhang Yan.

This child is definitely not from the pool! He is worthy of the name of Yuan Shi’s master, uncle and disciple.

"Junior brother! This Spiritual Spring Dew..." Duobao said after careful consideration. He couldn't drink any more. He would be the one who would suffer if he drank any more.

Fortunately, he was careful when making wine. No matter how much he drank, he would only end up half drunk.

Otherwise, what should I do if I wake up and don’t acknowledge my debt? Not allowed to fight? !

"Senior brother also knows that this is a precious thing, what are you going to give in exchange for it?" Zhang Yan now has a headache.

While drinking, he used the enlightenment technique rewarded by the system to truly understand Yuanshi Tianzun's weapon refining book.

Only by knowing enough about those genius treasures can you know what you want and need.

The system is still as powerful as ever. It is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Yan's current understanding of weapon refining can be regarded as the first person under Yuanshi Tianzun.

It's just that with so much knowledge filling my head, it's inevitable that I'll have a headache.

"Junior brother, what do you want to learn?" Duobao was worthy of being a human being, so he immediately asked.

His honey is my arsenic. Duobao thought optimistically, "Maybe what Zhang Yan wants is unimportant to him? That would make a lot of money!"

"I want to refine my natal magic weapon." Zhang Yan said. "A spear."

When he was a child, he had imagined that he was wearing a white robe, riding a spear and riding a horse, and he was so handsome in the world.

To be precise, it is a magic gun of cause and effect.

There may be people in this world who can escape the eyes of heaven through magic weapons or secret techniques.

But he definitely can't escape the cycle of cause and effect.

This is the law of the operation of all things.

The natal magic weapon is a very important trump card, and the details are not enough for outsiders to understand.

"My magic weapon..." Duobao's face remained unchanged, but he sighed secretly in his heart. Naturally, the selection of materials for the natal magic weapon must be very important. It seems that he cannot take advantage of it!

Duobao removed the fairy fruit from the table, waved his hand, and all kinds of strange but brilliant genius treasures appeared on the table.

"Junior brother, you're welcome. If you like these, feel free to take them."

As one becomes more accomplished in weapon refining, his eyesight will naturally become more discerning.

Looking at these high-grade treasures on the table, Zhang Yan frowned.

It's so precious that this one is not very rare, and it doesn't scratch his itch. After taking a closer look at most of them on the table, they don't match his idea of ​​the Karma Gun.

"Senior brother also said that it is a treasure that even a saint would be moved by."

Zhang Yan went back and forth, only to find a dragon blood crystal, which was made from the blood of the Dragon Ancestor.

But this is far from enough compared to the value of Lingchun Dew.

After hearing this, Duobao slowly took out some more treasures from his sleeves.

Zhang Yan smiled with satisfaction. The quality of this batch was better than the previous batch!

But I still picked and picked, and only took one purple thunder rhyme.

Thunder! Mastering the law of punishment, destroying evil spirits, and overcoming cause and effect, it fits his vision of the magic gun of cause and effect.

But Zhang Yan still wanted to push hard to see if he could squeeze out a better treasure.

"The dew of spiritual spring is formed by the gathering of vitality in the world. If you eat it, you can live for millions of years." Zhang Yan smiled proudly. "If you are lucky, you can learn the secret of birth."

"I can even out four drops!" Zhang Yan added.

There were nine drops in the bottle of Spiritual Spring Dew smuggled over from the system. Zhao Gongming used one drop, and now he had to take out half of it. Zhang Yan was not without heartache.

(End of this chapter)