After completing six forks, I took out another compass. The compass was made of solid wood and was black and yellow in color. Perhaps because of long-term use, the surface looks unusually smooth and even feels like patellar.

The compass is drawn on the four symbols, the Bagua and the sixty stems and branches. In the center of the compass is a circular needle with the appearance of the Big Dipper engraved on it. He placed the compass on the table, and then stopped after turning the needle. Pan Long looked at it and estimated that the direction of the five times the extension line of the Doushao was exactly the north.

This is the Beichen Gongji. This compass is obviously not the ordinary Feng Shui master, but a real magic weapon of the immortal family.

The vanguard spewed out a breath of vitality into the Compass Mountain, and the compass grew bigger out of thin air. He lined up all six flying forks on the compass, and then muttered something in his mouth, and saw six rays of light slowly rising from the compass, gradually merging with the flying fork.

Pan Long felt it was a bit strange. He had never seen a craftsman sacrifice and refining magic weapons.

According to his idea, the sacrifice and refining magic weapon should be to sit cross-legged, spit out a mouthful of vitality towards the magic weapon, use its own energy to clean it, gradually clean it until it is in harmony with itself, and finally put the magic weapon into the body, even if it is done.

But judging from the way of doing things, there is no point in combining humans and tools - the compass just now was taken out of a box.

Does it mean that the magic weapon like Liuren Feicha pursues the integration of a fork and a compass?

What's the point of this?

He thought about it for a while and felt a little confused.

Magical instruments are all manipulated and used. If they are too troublesome to manipulate, the power of magical instruments will decrease. The reason why the two men of the Paizhi attach so much importance to Misrilu - or silver steel is precisely because this metal can make magical instruments easy to manipulate.

But if the fork and the compass are integrated and the compass is used to control the flying fork, wouldn’t it become more difficult to control?

No matter what shape or texture an ordinary magic weapon is used for direct control. It is nothing more than a combination of mind and mind, and can be easily controlled like an arm. If you are separated by a layer, no matter how powerful the magic is, it cannot be as exquisite as your own direct control - then it will waste the characteristics of silver steel conduction mana?

But he just muttered in his heart and said nothing.

For Liuren Feicha, the other party is an expert - they are competing for men with the nickname "Performance and Fork King". It is better not to point fingers if you only know how to use the pitchfork.

I whispered a word for myself, then stood up and circled around the table.

He stopped after walking a few steps, recited a spell for a while, and then made a green talisman seal to the compass and flying forks on the table with both hands. The talisman seal fell into the compass, and the light on the compass grew stronger and merged with the flying forks.

Pan Long watched him cast spells constantly, from morning to noon, without a stop at all.

During lunch, a boatman who was teaching in the scheduling class came over and invited Pan Long to have lunch together.

"Don't anyone need to watch him?" Pan Long asked worriedly, looking at the head of the spell casting.

"He Paitou often does this. When we passed Tiannu Gorge, he beat the drums on the bow of the boat to control the waves, and he cast spells for a day and a night. The consumption of sacrificing magic weapons was not high, so it was okay."

Only then did Pan Long feel at ease to go to have a meal with him.

The lunch in the tutoring class is very interesting. Although it is simple and simple, it looks a bit simple, but the taste is really good.

The wooden rafts had already set off and walked on the river. Because there was no clean water source, they heated the food by steaming. The hot steam steamed the rice, jerky meat, pickles and the like that needed to be heated for a long time, and then flowed into the jar next to it along the strange-shaped lid, and then cooked the vegetables as a base for soup. Finally, the food was complete. After adding water to the pot several times, all the turbid and dirty water left in it was poured into the river, which was simple and clear.

When cooking, Pan Long did not watch him. But with his cultivation level, as long as he was willing, he could not hide all kinds of movements around him. When the people in the sect were preparing lunch, he paid attention to it with curiosity and amazement.

At that time, he thought that he would have the chance to make a meal like this and try it out, but unexpectedly, the people in the scheming school really thought he was his own and actually invited him to a meal.

(Probably what did the head sect give when he left?)

He guessed so much that after drinking two glasses of wine while eating, everyone was in a good mood and asked casually.

"That's right, when Master Gu left, he told us to entertain you like he was his brother." Zhu Shun, the boatman who invited him to dinner, said with a smile, "He Dashiga Forefather forgot to eat when he got busy. It doesn't matter if he doesn't eat himself, so Master Gu specifically told us that he should remember to ask you to eat."

Pan Long was slightly stunned and asked, "When Senior Gu left, how did you know that He Paitou forgot to eat?"

Zhu Shun shook his head: "I don't understand this. I think it's because he is experienced and has expected this might happen."

Pan Long thought about it for a while and probably guessed a few points.

The head coach Gu probably had guessed that he would leave a piece of ore for He Paitou, and naturally he also guessed that if He Paitou got the ore, he would definitely seize the time to sacrifice to Liuren Flying Fork.

Since we have guessed both points, what happened next will naturally be natural.

He nodded slightly, didn't ask anything more, and focused on eating.

After a meal, he returned to He Paitou and watched He Paitou sacrifice and refining magic weapons.

The sacrifice lasted from noon to evening. Soon the wooden rafts arrived at the dock, and Zhushun invited Pan Long to have supper.

Compared with lunch, the biggest difference between dinner is that there is too much wine. A large jar of wine is taken out and everyone can drink it to satisfy their satisfaction.

Pan Long couldn't help but wonder - wine is not cheap, this big jar of wine is probably worth a few meals. Since they have the money to drink so much wine, why don't they improve their dietary conditions?

So he asked.

Zhu Shun explained: "I started in the past when I was in a short time, and most of the people were poor. I only wanted to make a living, so I would do whatever I could. But now my teaching is no longer poor, and I would go through rituals and experiences. Although the standards of food, clothing, housing and transportation are still in accordance with tradition, it is still possible to be a little more comfortable in other places."

Looking at Pan Long's surprised eyes, he smiled and said, "Don't look at our group of people who are disheveled and look down on the verge of the land. If you see us in a few months, you will see that we are all dressed like gentry, genius, ladies, etc.... Just don't be shocked at that time."

"Oh, it turns out that it is the memory of bitterness and sweetness?"

"It's almost the same, of course there are also some elements of hardship." Zhu Shun said, "Only only if you can endure the pain can you be qualified to practice the thirty-six magical arts of my teachings. If you can't stand the pain, you can only focus on martial arts and wait."

He then realized that Pan Long was a martial arts person, and hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, I'm not saying that practicing martial arts is not good. But the ideals of this disciple are mostly to practice the thirty-six methods of Tiangang, and even to fly and hide in the sky and hide in the earth to connect yin and yang, and all kinds of magical... The way of martial arts is strong and simple, and people can compete with the country within ten steps, so they are naturally extremely powerful. It's just that we are not determined to do this."

Pan Long nodded with a smile, which made him feel a little more understanding of the culture of e-learning education.

He didn't feel offended. Everyone has their own ambitions. Some like martial arts, some like magic, and each has praise or criticism in his heart. It is very reasonable.

Not to mention these two types, there are also various things in the world that "everything is inferior, only high-ranking officials" or "what money is easy to say, but nothing is not worth mentioning anything without money"... in comparison, there is nothing wrong with scheming valuing magic and despising martial arts.

Moreover, using the magic of teaching to scatter, he is indeed qualified to be proud.

Even if a warrior practices to the limit of a real person, he will only have a life span of two or three hundred years. However, a magician can live to this age or even longer if he is at the innate level and cleverly uses magic. It is not surprising that a magician at the real person real person has lived to thousands of years, and even longer life is possible.

For example, the head coach Gu went to the head of the platoon from here, and it took two days to go back and forth, and it was obvious that he had not yet cultivated himself. But he had lived at least several hundred years old, and he might even be the old man who was left in the battle of the platoon of Emperor Yihai. Therefore, his hatred for the Emperor family was so profound, and he looked irreconcilable.

Living for a long time is an advantage, and no one can deny it.

After dinner, Pan Long went back to see He Dazhi sacrificed Liuren flying fork.

As Zhu Shun said, He Dazhi has indeed been accustomed to such long-term casting. He did not eat, drink or rest for almost a day and did not seem to have any effect on him. The casting steps are still as stable as before, and it seems that there is no difference between him and at the beginning of the morning.

But the compass looks completely different. Countless green and golden auras rise from the compass, wrapping the six flying forks tightly, and even dragging the six flying forks to slowly merge into the compass.

At this moment, more than half of the six flying forks had been integrated into the compass. Pan Long probably would have completed the entire sacrifice and refining when dawn was about to be completed.

Previously, Master Gu said that Pan Long wanted to wait for him here for two days. I wanted to come to He Da Shiga to take the lead, so I would seize these two days and complete the sacrifice and refinement of Liuren's flying fork while the person who could care about him was not there.

Even if Master Gu comes back, he is already done and he has no choice but to do anything to him.

There may be punishments or something, but no matter what, at least it will not destroy the flying fork that has been successfully sacrificed.

He really tried his best to make these flying forks!

"It seems that He Paitou really wants to be the fork king..."

Pan Long was talking to himself, suddenly feeling a sudden shock in his heart and felt an extremely strong crisis falling from the sky.

The crisis was so fierce that it was unimaginable. In an instant, his hair almost stood up all over his body, and a feeling of electric shock rose from the soles of his feet and spread throughout his body.

(Oops!)

Without thinking about it, he rushed out suddenly, grabbed He Dazhi with his left hand, pulled him behind him, pulled out the cicada wing knife with his right hand, and slashed hard towards the sky.

The sword exerted all his strength. The cicada-wing knife, thinner than a piece of paper, emitted a dazzling light in an instant. The sword energy soared into the sky like a giant dragon, tearing the roof of the simple shed to pieces and roaring towards the sky.

But before the dragon could actually take off, a giant palm that was at least two or three acres of land fell from the sky.

The giant palm was surrounded by golden light, with clear patterns and full flesh, and looked solemn. There was also a big Buddha name "Wan" in the palm, which was particularly strong.

Before the giant palm fell, extremely heavy pressure came. Dozens of wooden rafts were pressed into the water with a bang. The people on the wooden rafts were pressed into the river without even having time to react.

On the wooden rows, green light rose at the same time. It vibrated violently in the water, and a strong roar was heard.

Only the raft where Pan Long was located did not sink. The giant dragon transformed by the sword energy faced the giant palm, and a roar was like a wave hitting a dam, which collapsed and turned into countless streams of light and a whirlwind. But the falling momentum of the giant palm was slightly blocked. The power that originally seemed to be a mountain falling from the sky weakened a little, and there was no previous danger that Pan Long's hair would rise up all its body.

But the giant palm fell down after all.

With a burst, the green light rising from the raft collided with the giant palm. The entire raft vibrated violently and was pressed into the water.

Pan Long clearly saw that many golden cracks appeared on the green light that covered the wooden rows like bubbles. It was like the power of the giant palm had invaded it and wanted to tear it apart.

Fortunately, it blocked it.

“Huh?”

A whimper of surprise came from the air, like a person trying to wipe off the dust from the table, but after a casual wiping, he found that the dust was extremely solid, and perhaps he had to use a wet cloth to add some strength.

Pan Long knew that the enemy was coming, and this man was extremely strong, so he must not be beaten passively. He held the cicada wing knife tightly, roared and jumped up.

In the dark night, I couldn't see the enemy's direction, but my intuition told him that the enemy was in the air, and right above him.

As he jumped, the energy of the heaven and earth around him became violent and swept towards him frantically, as if a gap had been opened on a dam, and a torrent rolled in.

Pan Long waved his sword in the air, and the sword force drove the vitality of heaven and earth. The vitality of heaven and earth stirred up the power of the water veins of the rolling river. In an instant, the river flowing water stopped in an instant, gathering into a huge wave.

"oh?!"

The voice became more and more surprised, but another golden fist appeared in the air and smashed towards Pan Long.

This punch looked smaller than the previous palm, but the condensation point was even more intense. The fist did not fall quickly, but during the fall, I saw that the air around me changed color, just like this punch was extremely hot, igniting the air around me.

The waves of the Yangtze River collapsed, but an extremely surging force surged, following the passage cut by Pan Long, reversed and rushed towards the fist.

This power was like a raging wave, mixed with the sword force, and turned into a giant dragon again, roaring like a sea of ​​roar.

The giant fist was silent and quietly shot down.
Chapter completed!