The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 43 Night Market Adventure (7)

Mengbao stepped on the parchment, looked at the red gold purple python whip on the map, and its voice trembled: "Feng... Qing... Cheng... This is the long-lost red gold purple python whip?!"

"It should be!" Feng Qingcheng's tone was very flat. If people who don't know her see her like this, they will only think that she is calm.But Mengbao knew that she didn't know this weapon at all!
"Do you know how precious it is? The materials used to forge the red-gold purple python whip are all priceless! Moreover, the red-gold purple python whip is an ancient weapon, and it's still heavenly! Feng Qingcheng, who are you?" Baotong's childish voice was serious at the moment, without the slightest meaning of joking.

Feng Qingcheng shrugged and said lightly: "I'm just an 11-year-old kid, it's as simple as that!"

Mengbao obviously didn't believe it: "Impossible! The red-gold purple python whip was the secondary weapon of the witches of the demon world in ancient times. This weapon is the magic weapon that the dark spirits dream of. Moreover, it is definitely not available to ordinary people."

Hearing what Mengbao said, Feng Qingcheng suddenly became interested in the red gold purple python whip, she lightly raised the corners of her lips: "Oh, so the value of this red gold purple python whip is so high?"

"To be precise, the map of the red gold purple python whip is priceless, so if the red gold purple python whip is forged and displayed in front of people, think about it, how much sensation will it cause?" Mengbao's tone It is rare to be cautious.

Feng Qingcheng also became serious: "This roll of parchment was given to me by an old man!"

"Old man?" Mengbao asked suspiciously.

"Yes, the old man, a soul left in the world. He helped me restore my tendons and spiritual roots." Feng Qingcheng solved Mengbao's doubts.

"Only when a spiritual person has cultivated to a certain level can he leave a trace of soul before death, Feng Qingcheng, the old man you mentioned is definitely not simple!" Mengbao said.

Feng Qingcheng also knows that ghosts are not simple, how can a person who can restore her almost completely destroyed tendons and spiritual roots, and the repaired tendons are almost perfect, be simple?

Besides, that old man is just a remnant of his soul!A touch of soul!Just a touch of my soul gives me so much strength. It is conceivable that the old man's strength before death... Tsk tsk, I dare not think about it, it is absolutely against the sky!

Moreover, the weird things the old man said before he disappeared, and the piece of purple jade that took her across, although there are many mysteries, Feng Qingcheng feels that there must be a connection!

"However, Feng Qingcheng, even though you have the map of the Chijin Purple Python Whip, it is useless at all. Obtaining the materials needed to forge the Chijin Purple Python Whip is harder than reaching the sky, not to mention luck. " Mengbao's faint words interrupted Feng Qingcheng's thoughts.

She pursed her lips, lowered her head and thought for a while, then reached into her clothes, groped a few times, and took out the purple jade butterfly.

"Mengbao, do you know what this is?" Feng Qingcheng looked into Mengbao's big eyes and asked seriously.

When Mengbao first saw the purple jade butterfly, he was a little puzzled, but when he thought about it, his expression immediately changed.

"Feng Qingcheng, you...you... are definitely not ordinary people!!" Mengbao was even more excited than when he saw the red gold and purple python whip, and his voice in his spiritual consciousness was trembling, and his speech was intermittent.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qingcheng watched Mengbao's expression change from confusion to shock, then to astonishment, and finally to respect.

(End of this chapter)