Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 92 92 is this?

"Lu Qingli, don't say you've seen such a spiritual weapon, I'm afraid you haven't heard of it a few times, if you don't know the good and the bad, you will cry in the future."

"Don't you think about your own future, what can you get if you stay in Tiandao Peak, are you really willing to waste your life like this?" The Supreme Peak disciple who followed also persuaded.

"If you stay in Tiandao Peak, you will be like a pearl covered in dust. Only when you come to my Supreme Peak, can you shine and live up to your aptitude." Another person imitated his master and said in an old-fashioned way.

When they were talking, their eyes were of course full of envy and regret: It's a pity that they are not talisman cultivators. Such a good thing actually fell on a disciple who just started, or a disciple of Tiandao Peak.

But then again, so what if he is a talisman master, isn't the eldest brother Yue Chifeng also a talisman master, and his strength is not bad, and he has never seen the master give him the finishing touch talisman pen.

Could it be that the wife is really good, but the son is someone else's good?So, apart from being envious, jealous and regretful, they felt a little more hatred towards Lu Qingli.

Hearing their unscrupulous words, Wenren Chuchen and Xiao Huai'an were angry and blushed.

For the sake of poaching corners, do people like Wushangfeng have any sense of shame and integrity?But facing the finishing touch pen, they were really speechless.

Jiang Xianyun was right, even if you add up all of Tiandao Peak's wealth, you may not be able to exchange for such a talisman pen.In this way, Lu Qingli's stay in Tiandao Peak is really suspected of being a pearl covered in dust.

Although Lu Qingli and Jiang Xianyun had already broken their faces, at this moment, the two of them still lacked confidence, and their hearts became uneasy again.

"Are you sure I'll be useless if I miss this talisman pen?" Lu Qingli asked suddenly.

"Isn't it?" Jiang Xianyun said disdainfully.

"Exactly, I just refined a talisman brush, please taste it, Master Jiang Feng." Lu Qingli smiled slightly.

Knowing the old man's true intentions for this trip, she was too lazy to make false claims, and she didn't even want to call her uncle.

While speaking, she took out the talisman pen she had just refined.

"That's it?" Taking a casual glance, seeing that the talisman was ordinary in shape, Jiang Xianyun curled his lips like Lu Qingli said.

Every time I was humiliated invisible by her, I had to fight back in the same way when I had the opportunity.

"That's it?" A group of disciples also followed suit, while curling their lips in disdain.

"Om..." Just at this moment, the talisman pen blazed brilliantly, and let out a soft chime, and an invisible energy permeated the air, which was actually full of resentment, as if deeply dissatisfied with their contempt.

"Real weapon!" Jiang Xianyun was startled for a moment, and then exclaimed loudly.

Wenren Chuchen and Xiao Huai'an raised their heads suddenly and exclaimed at the same time.

Real thing?Those Supreme Peak disciples who were still curling their lips froze for a moment, standing there stupidly, like stone statues that had gone mad with horns.

"Master Jiang Feng has good eyesight, this talisman pen is indeed a real one!" Lu Qingli showed a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even she herself didn't expect that the repaired Zuipao Xianding would turn into a real talisman pen.

It seems that I have underestimated it. It is not so simple to be immortal after being baptized by the catastrophe. It is definitely not useless except talking.Of course, the only problem is that it's a bit ugly.

"Real weapon, it's really a real weapon, where did you get the real weapon?" Jiang Xianyun couldn't believe his own judgment, rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look, another glance, another glance, feeling at the same time The unique spiritual fluctuations of the real weapon made him finally believe that this talisman pen was indeed a real weapon.

(End of this chapter)