East China Sea, north of Chentang Pass, in front of a deserted beach.

Yang Jian didn't know when he came here, sitting on the beach and quietly watching the stars turn, until the eastern sky turned white and the golden crow rose in the east.

Three-pointed, two-edged spears lay beside him.

It's just that the appearance of the three-pointed two-edged gun at this time is a little wrong.

The original dragon spear had thin carving marks on the body of the spear, faintly a black dragon soaring, and these fine lines could also make Yang Jian hold the gun tighter and perform various moves more satisfactorily.

But at this time, the fine lines of the three-pointed two-edged gun disappeared, and in their place, there were dense cracks everywhere.

If these cracks were even deeper, the body of the gun would probably shatter directly.

The body of the gun is like this, and the cracks in the blade are even more obvious......

This blade, which has followed Yang Jian for many years, should have been an indestructible divine weapon, but at this time, it was like a piece of porcelain, extremely fragile.

The dragon lance was groaning.

Yang Jian sighed, sat here for three days and three nights, and finally turned around from the dullness in his heart.

The right hand stroked the barrel of the gun, and the low groan disappeared, and instead it trembled slightly.

It seems that it still wants to prove that it is still tough, and it can also accompany Yang Jian to continue to fight in the Quartet to deal with those strong enemies.

But in fact, this dragon spear could no longer withstand the force of Yang Jian's full explosion.

Everything has its own degree.

When Yang Jian's strength was weak, this dragon spear was like a tiger with wings to him, and after Yang Jian's eight or nine Xuan Gong passed the crucial fifth level, the dragon spear was a claw and a fang.

Now, Yang Jian slashed Kunpeng, killed the River Styx, and dueled the meritorious saints......

This dragon spear has completely been unable to keep up with Yang Jian, who is galloping forward, even if he desperately tries his life to exert twelve percent of the light and heat in his hands, it still becomes a constraint on Yang Jian's strength.

But Yang Jian had never had the idea of replacing weapons before.

Until......

"Alas. ”

Yang Jian picked up the dragon spear, put it flat on his legs, took a handkerchief, and wiped it carefully.

When I first got this gun, it didn't have a tip, just a barrel.

At that time, the brother-in-law of the Dragon King was still a little reluctant and deliberately hid it, although it was still taken by Yang Jian by chance.

The East China Sea is really a treasure land for his career.

married a beautiful wife here, gained fame, got a treasure gun, began to stir up wind and rain in the flood wilderness, and also got the support of the dragon clan, and the next few games with the heavenly court, thanks to the dragon clan's secret help.

When fighting the king demon, thanks to the strength of this gun, he was able to resist the attack of the king demon.

When fighting Zhao Gongming, thanks to the sharpness of this gun, he was able to pierce the powerful immortal body at the most critical moment......

The duels, the fighting methods, and the traces of the three-pointed and two-edged guns may still be shining in the sky at this moment.

It's a pity that this dragon spear has come to an end.

It can't hold it anymore.

In fact, when Yang Jian and Zhun Ti Jin were fighting, it had already reached its limit, and it was shattered everywhere by the force of the shock, but at that time, it felt Yang Jian's anger and unwillingness, and it actually fell down like this.

When he went to the fierce battle of the Styx in the sea of blood behind, Yang Jian had already noticed that the dragon spear was wrong at that time, and deliberately handed the dragon spear in his left hand, and kept fighting with the Styx with Yuan Tu.

Yang Jian originally thought that he would go to the best craftsman in this world later to repair or reforge the dragon spear.

But after waking up from a coma, the thoughts that were transmitted to his heart on the dragon spear were already extremely weak......

It should have collapsed against Zhun Ti, and it was waiting for Yang Jian to come back and say goodbye to him.

There is no verbal communication, spirituality is always only spirituality, not true spirit; the three-pointed two-edged spear is only an innate spiritual treasure, and there is originally a black dragon spear soul, and it cannot give birth to a real instrument spirit.

Yang Jian's heart was not sad, nor bitter, at this time, he gently wiped the spear, his heart was reluctant, and there was a strong reluctance.

The dragon spear trembled slightly, as if to express something.

Yang Jian nodded slowly, stood up, faced the scorching sun in the East China Sea, and held the three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand.

Among the many weapons, the three-pointed two-edged gun is the most difficult, and it is also the blade with the most changes.

The grip can be used as a blade, and the double lift is a chopping knife, which can not only cast the number of paths of the spear, but also extend all the changes of the medium and long blades.

Yang Jian had pondered these moves for a long time, and the effect was also very significant in the fighting method, helping him kill all the way to today.

But today, Yang Jian wields this gun on the beach, and there are not too many fancy styles, just a set of the simplest and most fundamental marksmanship.

Don't use Xuanqi, don't move Xuangang, dance is not fast, and the moves are not exquisite.

But under the sunlight, with every movement of Yang Jian, the spear in his hand seemed to flicker.

The gun follows the person, and the shadow is like the body.

A little cold wind arose, and the spear was like a dragon breaking through the enemy's formation.

After a set of marksmanship danced for a while, Yang Jian made a forward stabbing momentum, and the dragon spear in his hand trembled slightly, from the tip of the spear to the tail of the spear, countless cracks burst out at the same time.

The dragon's groan swept from the spear, and a black dragon that was almost invisible hovered over the spear, and then slowly flew towards the East China Sea......

Yang Jian stared at the black dragon, his eyes were lonely and helpless that he had never felt before.

The black dragon flew far away and slowly dissipated in the sky, Yang Jian's heart was in a trance, as if he saw a man in black armor, standing on the sea water on the horizon, and made a gesture to himself.

By the time he looked closely, there was no such figure......

With a soft snap, the dragon spear in Yang Jian's hand shattered, as if turning into pieces of black scales, and landed on the sand at his feet.

Yang Jian looked down, but did not move, until the sun was setting in the west and the twilight was about to sink, Yang Jian squatted down, picked up these fragments, and put them in the palm of his hand to feel their cold and hard.

When the starlight was faint, Yang Jian had no shadow.

There was only a small pile of sand left on the beach, like a small tomb, but there was no tombstone, and no one knew what was buried here.

......

"I don't know where to go if I want someone to drink. ”

On the clouds, Yang Jian sat there a little bored, thinking about where he would go next.

Lu Chunyang has not yet been reincarnated, and the others who have a good relationship are either too senior, or they are busy with retreat and practice, and they are not easy to disturb, and they can't drink a piece at all.

After half a circle, Yang Jian simply went to Huaguo Mountain for a walk.

There is still a heavy array around Huaguo Mountain, and the Buddhism Sect's control over this place is a little tighter than the last time he came.

It's a pity that no matter how many masters Ren Er has, no matter how many formations there are, Yang Jian wrapped himself in Xuan Qi and quietly submerged into it.

What made Yang Jian feel a little strange was that the Void Bodhi who had been guarding this place had disappeared.

However, Yang Jian didn't think much about it, even if he was going to plan a journey to the west now, he would be stepping in as a chess player to hinder the growth of Buddhism.

As for calculating the benefits of Journey to the West...... Yang Jian really didn't see it at this time.

Later, he could let himself incarnate in Journey to the West to make trouble, but Yang Jian didn't have much expectations for the stone monkey, and he didn't want to get anything from it.

Looking at the iron plaque embedded in the strange stone, Yang Jian was stunned for a while, and he also felt the rhythm of the stone fetus.

The time for the birth of the stone monkey should not be too far away.

"Go for it, boy. ”

With a chuckle, Yang Jian's figure dissipated with the wind, without alarming the people in the Buddhist sect who were secretly guarding this place.

Passing through Meishan, Yang Jian remembered the old demon saint who was hiding in the mountains and wanted to go to him to drink and chat, but when he flew into the Meishan array, Yang Jian finally remembered that he still had a disciple named Zixia, and on a whim, after finding her breath, he flew towards a courtyard in the back mountain.

On a sea of flowers, the fairy meditating cross-legged is beautiful.

Only the Meishan fairy can enter and exit this place, and there are more than ten layers of formations arranged around this courtyard, which looks quite solid.

Therefore, Zixia is also dressed a little more casually...... Not too much to wear.

Outside the belly pocket made of silver thread silk, she was also wearing a light gauze robe, and when the moonlight fell, her skin was like congealed white jade, and her small mouth was slightly open, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth and pouring into herself, and a light spirit was wrapped around herself.

Yang Jian was a little embarrassed to be a master.

Now that his own apprentice has entered the Daluo realm, he actually feels a little ...... Unfamiliar.

"Ahem," Yang Jian coughed dryly.

Zixia was stunned for a moment, her eyes hadn't opened yet, her face was already full of joy, and she exclaimed softly: "Master?"

"Well, change your clothes and come to the back mountain to find me. ”

"Yes!"

Zixia opened her eyes and looked for Yang Jian's figure everywhere, but naturally she couldn't find any trace.

Not long after, Zixia, who changed into a plain white dress and dressed up, flew to the back mountain, and saw Yang Jian and Bai Ze who were drinking there in a mountain pavilion.

She rode forward and saluted, bringing a little brightness to this somewhat boring gazebo.

"The apprentice met the master and met Bai Ze's seniors. ”

"Get up, you don't have to be formal," Yang Jian replied with a smile and pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit down." ”

"Master, I'll just stand," Zixia pursed her lips and replied, standing beside Yang Jian in an orderly manner, ready to pour wine for Yang Jian.

Bai Ze sighed faintly: "Alas, it's better to accept a normal apprentice, I can serve next to you." My apprentice...... Eighty percent don't remember me. ”

"Why, I heard from Liuya about your current situation before. ”

"Really?"

"Guess. ”

"I know that you kid fooled me!" Bai Ze rolled his eyes angrily and drank all the wine in the bottle; Zixia hurriedly leaned over with the wine jug and poured the wine for Bai Ze.

Yang Jian laughed twice, but then he was also a little lonely.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's just that I lost a blade in my hand tonight," Yang Jian looked at the palm print in his hand and sighed lightly, "That's it, just go find someone to build one...... Zixia, have you ever touched your mortal heart recently?"

Don't say Zixia, Bai Ze is head tilted, and he was a little caught off guard by the rapid change in Yang Jian's topic.

Zixia blinked, "Is Master testing the Dao heart of the disciples? The disciples' hearts to the Tao have never wavered, they just want to be able to achieve success in cultivation as soon as possible, and they can help the master share their worries and solve problems, and the feelings for these men and women ...... I didn't think about it. ”

"You really didn't have any thoughts?" Yang Jian looked at Zixia with a little smile.

Zixia was a little panicked, constantly thinking about when and where she might have done something unusual to the male fairy in the mountain.

Bai Ze smiled beside him: "Zixia don't worry, your master may want to find you a wishful husband, hahaha!"

"Senior!" Zixia stomped her feet with a blushing face, if she hadn't wanted to stay with her master for a while, her face would have been as thin as her, and she would have fled in the clouds.

"Don't be kidding," Yang Jian said with a smile, "Marrying an apprentice is like marrying a daughter, and I can easily be reluctant to marry her off." I just want to remind her to concentrate on her cultivation, and not to fall for men's rhetoric. ”

Zixia hurriedly nodded, "Well, the apprentice remembers the master's teachings. ”

Yang Jian thought about it, and asked uneasily: "Are you born with a little ...... for men with strong hair?" Close?"

Zixia blinked, she was really confused by her master.

A man with strong hair? It is better to raise a spirit monkey to relieve boredom.