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The colors of dozens of throwing knives are constantly changing. After a short time, they become red. They don't turn purple like Qingyun sword. It seems that the magic weapons are different and the changes are different.

Zhang Xiaojian sat on one side with his knees crossed, quietly looking at dozens of throwing knives. He was very happy in his heart. Until the end, the light of the throwing knife was not flashing, so he raised his hand, took back the Throwing Knife, and flipped it on his mobile phone. Only then did he reluctantly put it on again.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the remaining ghost wood powder, carefully thought for a while, and then waved, threw dozens of ink shields directly out.

Ink shield sent out a soft black light, all obedient suspended in front of him.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at several slightly damaged ink shields, and the past came back to her mind. These ink shields saved his life more than once. It seems that they really need to be refined. They will be of great use in the future enemy.

With a smile on her mouth, Zhang Xiaojian grabs the powder of the ghost wood in her hand between recycling. Suddenly, a red mist envelops the ink shield, and makes a buzzing sound.

With the light in his hands, the color of the red fog surrounding the ink shield gradually faded, but the color of the ink shield was constantly deepened, and the light emitted was more and more dazzling.

With the last batch of ghost wood powder thrown out and hit the ink shield, all the ink shields changed into the same color. The original black and bright color was mixed with a trace of red, and a red light spot was left in the middle of each ink shield. Then all the ink shields stopped rotating and stopped in the air.

Seeing the same baby's power increased a little bit, Zhang Xiaojian was very happy in her heart. After collecting the ink shield, she stood up directly from the ground, moved her body and took a long deep breath.

There was no sound. It seemed that Qingguo and Xiaoqing had gone to some unknown place to practice.

At the thought of Qing Guo, Zhang Xiaojian's heart didn't know why it had risen to a kind of unspeakable feeling.

This feeling has never been before. It is actually the feeling of treating lovers. To be exact, it should be the feeling of treating Hongguo.

Hongguo left, this matter has become a fact, this matter he has long been no longer entangled, after all, Hongguo Tuomeng came to explain white, fate has been done, there is no need to force.

But. He really didn't know when such feelings rose in his heart. Is it because Qing Guo is too mysterious.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaojian couldn't help laughing. And then looked around, there is no Qingguo and Xiaoqing shadow?

Shaking her head, Zhang Xiaojian went to the side of the ghost wood and saw a green leaf growing out of the ghost wood. Especially attractive, I couldn't help but reach out and touch it gently.

The leaves seemed to be a little shy and put them away. Zhang Xiaojian had a bitter smile. The heart said, is it the ghost wood or a girl.

Water the ghostly wood and get ready to go out.

After all, I'm afraid that the time to practice and make these things can't be short. There should be more than ten days.

When I was about to turn around, I suddenly saw three books lying on the table.

These three books seem to be out of date for some years, and there is nothing unusual about them. Last time I flipped through them, I still couldn't see anything. Although my internal Qi cultivation is still the same as before, what kind of changes will happen after such a long time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaojian walked past, flipped over a book, still empty, a word can not be seen.

After the second book was opened, it was the same as the third one.

This made him not only a little upset, heart said, these books are not put here for no reason, there must be some strange, secret hidden in them, it seems that his cultivation is not enough.

Looking at the three books, Zhang Xiaojian sighed a long time. Suddenly, a trace of red light startled Zhang Xiaojian. After a careful look at the past, she found that red training beads were floating in the air.

The whole body of the beads is red, and the golden centipede inside is rolling endlessly. It is vivid and vivid, and it has the appearance of being ready to come out.

This scared Zhang Xiaojian to death. She almost lost her life when killing the golden horned centipede everywhere. Now is it going to resurrect or aspire to itself.

The red practice bead is just above the ghost wood. The ghost wood also emits soft light. Countless rays of light have been continuously injected into the red practice bead. The Golden Horn centipede inside has been constantly changing and is constantly swallowing the aura from the ghost wood.

Zhang Xiaojian's face was pale. In an instant, the spirit fire in her body was surging, and her hands were already golden.

Just when Zhang Xiaojian is ready to make a move, the red practice bead suddenly stops. The Golden Horn Centipede's complacent color disappears completely, but instead, she looks surprised and shocked.

"Master, don't do it." The Golden Horn centipede in the red practice bead actually spoke."You can talk." Zhang Xiaojian was a little silly, thinking that this was just a beast.

"My name was magic dragon, and the Golden Horn centipede was just my pre evolutionary nickname. I have recognized the Lord and will never betray him again in my life. I hope the master will show mercy and let me complete the evolution as soon as possible. " The Golden Horn centipede in the red practice bead looks at Zhang Xiaojian pitifully.

Zhang Xiaojian remembered the name of "magic dragon". The guy he got was really a magic dragon. However, he was killed by himself. How could he

Mo long seemed to have understood Zhang Xiaojian's meaning and said, "my original spirit is that I had no hope of rebirth and rebirth before I met the ghost wood. Now when I encounter this kind of wood coming out of the dark place, I have the opportunity to evolve into a Mo long and help the master do more things."

Zhang Xiaojian listened to the disbelief, frowned for a time did not know how to do.

It's really a good thing to be able to become a magic dragon. But what if this guy doesn't listen to himself after he changes, or in other words, if Zhang Xiaojian can't beat this beast, what should he do.

When Zhang Xiaojian hesitated, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly spread in her ear, and her face became cloudy and sunny. But in the end it was a smile.

Naturally, Mo long did not know what Zhang Xiaojian was thinking, and his head was pounding around, worrying about his own fate.