Fang Yan's thoughts were interrupted, looking at those scattered and frightened animals in his heart, he was not annoyed, but thoughtful.

It seems that the protection time of this realm is half a quarter of an hour, which coincides with the half-word of half a year's life in exchange for a year's time.

After Fang Yan wrote down this place, he didn't think much about it anymore and looked around.

Fang Yan's luck was good, the investigation just now found that there were no monks and demon beasts in the vicinity where her divine sense could reach, it seemed that the safe picture on the jade bi before was really safe enough.

Fang Yan released Xiaobai and Xiaoling, and asked them to be vigilant here, and repeatedly explained not to cause trouble, only to be vigilant.

Then, Fang Yan hid his figure, chose a hidden place, dug a temporary cave, and then used means to arrange it, so that the cave was closed and all the means of defense were used.

Fang Yan was excited and opened the storage ring.

Taking out the long and narrow box, Fang Yan was slightly excited in his heart, if nothing else, the box contained Fang Yan's natal magic weapon.

It's also strange to say, Fang Yan obviously hasn't seen the things in the box yet, so he has a sense in the dark that this thing should be his natal magic weapon.

This has never been done before.

Even in the face of Chen Xingwan's collection of treasures and the shattered sunbowl, he didn't feel this way.

Of course, Fang Yan didn't have an innate spirit treasure like the Broken Sun Bowl, which was not enough to be arrogant as a natal magic weapon, but for some reason, Fang Yan always felt that the Broken Sun Bowl didn't fit well with him.

Moreover, there was another part of the Instrument Spirit Yuan Spirit of the Shattered Sun Bowl that was in the hands of the monk surnamed Lu, how could Fang Yan regard it as a natal magic weapon?

You must know that the natal magic weapon is closely related to the future of the monk, and it is completely unfeasible to make such a thing that may attract a strong enemy at any time.

What's more, now the Shattered Sun Bowl has been handed over by Fang Yan.

The mark of the master and servant engraved in the depths of his soul still exists, and Fang Yan can still use it to retrieve the Shattered Sun Bowl.

It's just that the next time I find the Broken Sun Bowl, I'm afraid that I will return with the big trouble of the monk surnamed Lu.

Thinking that his treasure was in the hands of such a monk from the spirit realm, Fang Yan was extremely depressed in his heart, and at the same time very aggrieved.

However, Fang Yan has to put this matter aside for the time being, and the top priority is to take advantage of this opportunity to make himself truly grow.

Fang Yan's expression was solemn, and he carefully opened the wooden box.

The excited expression on Fang Yan's face, who had long had infinite expectations for the contents of the wooden box, suddenly cracked a little.

There was no brilliance, no shining halo, and it didn't even make Fang Yan feel any strangeness.

I saw that inside the wooden box, there was a brush that was more than half a foot long, and Fang Yan couldn't see anything unusual from it.

Even if it is a heavenly and shattering sun bowl, it has a powerful momentum, which makes people sigh when they see it, but what is about to become a natal magic weapon makes Fang Yan inevitably feel a trace of disappointment in his heart.

Fang Yan's hand gently picked up this brush, and found that whether it was the barrel or the tip of the pen, the materials used were the most common materials, and usually such things were put in the store, I am afraid that even monks would not buy them.

After all, such an ordinary brush can only be seen by those shy talents.

No aura, no features, no remarkable......

Fang Yan felt that even if this pen fell on the road, and it was a spiritual cultivator passing by, he probably wouldn't be able to look down on it.

The huge gap made Fang Yan a little confused, is this the natal magic weapon he has been looking for?

Thinking of the bumpy road since entering the Valley of Youquan, the anxiety and excitement when he met the ghost king Ji, and the malice of Ashu who suddenly appeared......

Fang Yan suddenly had a feeling of tossing around blindly, for such a pen, Fang Yan couldn't help but ask himself, is it worth it?

Fang Yan's hand paused slightly, and all the excitement and joy disappeared as Fang Yan put down the pen again.

Fang Yan recalled all the information about the treasures in his memory, even the rumors, and he couldn't see the extraordinaryness of this ordinary brush.

Subsequently, Fang Yan couldn't help but think of Liu Xiuqi, who was forced by the situation in the Fire Dragon Secret Realm to use a dagger as a natal magic weapon.

The dagger didn't look outstanding, but after it became Liu Xiuqi's natal magic weapon, it was like a jewel that had been wiped off the dust, showing a dazzling brilliance.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan put his eyes on the brush again, but he was still a little disappointed.

Although the dagger was not very outstanding at that time, it was also listed by Liu Xiuqi as one of several life magic weapons, and it was a spiritual treasure.

But this brush, which is not even a magic weapon, if it really becomes a natal magic weapon......

Fang Yan was stunned for a moment.

Shouldn't a big tripod be mixed in by a brush that is nothing, right?

Fang Yan felt unlikely.

Holding the pen quietly in his hand, Fang Yan looked at it carefully.

The barrel of the pen is made of very ordinary bamboo, and the nib is probably the hair of the oxtail, and the whole body of the pen is light and fluttering in the hand, almost no weight.

Fang Yan tried to input spiritual power inward, but he couldn't do it at all.

This is really just an ordinary brush.

Fang Yan was a little disappointed in his heart, but he was still a little incredulous.

Thinking that this thing is also something from Dading after all, it shouldn't be so simple.

But no matter how Fang Yan looked at it, he didn't see any way from it, but proved countless times that this was an ordinary brush.

Fang Yan thought about it, closed his eyes again and sensed it, but found that the feeling that he was very compatible with this pen disappeared.

Fang Yan was slightly stunned, she still remembered that since she got this brush, the kind of fetters that belonged to the natal magic weapon had always existed, and this was the first time it had disappeared.

If it weren't for such a strong bond, how could Fang Yan not hesitate to hand over the Shattered Sun Bowl and choose to preserve such a thing that he had never met?

What made Fang Yan suspicious was that this feeling had disappeared at this moment.

Fang Yan felt a sigh in his heart, no matter what, this was a natal magic weapon that Fang Yan had gone through all the hardships and had high hopes for, and it was inevitable that he would be extremely disappointed in his heart at this moment.

Fang Yan didn't dare to look at it anymore, put the brush back into the box, and put it away.

Now that his heart is fluctuating because of this matter, it is not a good thing for Fang Yan, who is about to refine the natal magic weapon and intends to be promoted to the Jindan stage.

Therefore, Fang Yan put these things aside for the time being and meditated instead.

After almost half a month, Fang Yan's mood had already adjusted, and his opinion on that brush was also different.

Today's Fang Yan has a kind of psychology of being lucky, so he feels a kind of relaxation.

At this time, Fang Yan was surprised to find that the sense of fetters that had disappeared before had reappeared.

Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, and a smile was aroused.

Now, Fang Yan somewhat understood the treasure in his hand.