Pirated version detected! February 13, 2018

There is a pure white and flawless star-picking tower in the inner city of Shencheng, which is like a straight jade pillar that reaches the sky from bottom to top. The top of the tower is hidden in the clouds, and remains unmoved by the storm of the nine heavens.

According to legend, the ancestors of the Shen family once used this high tower to really pick the stars in the sky for their own use. To this day, knowledgeable people naturally know that picking stars is just a myth and legend that predecessors said, but this white tower with superb craftsmanship has also become a proud scene in the inner city of Shen City.

A refreshing morning.

Facing the bright and unburning sunshine of winter, Shen Ziwen sat upright on the top of the tower, with a happy smile on his face.

"Hmph, humph~"

Accompanied by a gentle singing, Shen Ziqiu picked up the golden silk scarf beside him, then put a drop of Nine Heavens Jade Dew on his left hand, staining it on the scarf. In an instant, all the gem-like droplets were absorbed by the scarf, and the entire square scarf radiated a gentle luster.

Next, Shen Ziqiu held a scarf in his left hand and lifted a magic weapon shining in the sun with his right hand. He rubbed it with the scarf carefully. The movements of his fingertips were infinitely gentle, as if he was stroking a girl's skin.

No, even on the wedding day of the wedding day, Shen Ziwen was never so gentle and delicate. After all, under the power of an adopted daughter taught by Shen Ruoshi, there is not much room for people to be gentle and delicate.

Perhaps because of this, Shen Ziqian discovered that sometimes the cold magic weapons are more gratifying than the living people, especially the magic weapons he created with his own hands. The smoothness of blood and the same thoughts is simply better than his biological children... To be honest, compared to the taciturn son, he is indeed more happy with these watery and pink magic weapons.

Among all the magic weapons, Shen Ziwen cherishes the most. The magic sword Yinshuang. Now... although the appearance is no longer as thin and smooth as the original one, the full and pure texture and heavy abundance make people feel even more heart-pounding.

Now, with Yin Shuang's new life, Shen Ziwen takes her to the tallest tower in the inner city of Shen's family every day to enjoy the bitter and pure gale wind at the sky, so as to cleanse the dust stained in the world, and then extract the essence of the Chaoyang to temper the weapon soul, making the vague consciousness in this magic weapon grow stronger and stronger.

Although it can only be regarded as a little spiritual consciousness and cannot even complete any simple thinking, in Shen Ziwen's eyes, it is like a child still in his mother's belly, with infinite possibilities...

Just as Shen Ziwen was intoxicated by the joy of parenting, a warning suddenly flashed through his mind, and an alarm that was placed in a private warehouse was touched.

The next moment, he heard Shen Qing's slightly anxious voice in his ear.

"Dad, when mom was warming her soul, somehow found the private warehouse you arranged in the kitchen. She is currently cracking the outer magic array..."

Before Shen Qing finished speaking, Shen Ziqiu was shocked. He quickly put down his daughter Yinshuang Divine Sword carefully, and then set up a windproof array on the spot. The whole person flashed and disappeared from the tower at the clouds. He went to the kitchen to put out the fire.

Shortly after Shen Ziqi left, a ray of light twisted on the top of the clean high tower appeared a young man with a tall and tight face.

The man seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with a tall and handsome figure, but the nervous look covered on his face completely destroyed the harmonious combination between his facial features, showing a bit of hideous distortion.

If someone is good at brain replenishing, he may be able to restore his true form from this distorted facial features.

A genius monk from the Shen family's outer courtyard had Shen Qing, who had the cultivation level of the Fanyun Realm at the age of 18.

After reaching the top of the tower, Shen Qing felt like he was facing a great enemy, and his true energy was clamoring, and his soul was also stirred up at the highest frequency. Then, he gently stretched forward and touched his fingers to Shen Ziwen and left the windproof array behind his forehead.

Although it was just a casual arrangement by Shen Ziwen, this was also the work of a monk in Paishan Realm. In the eyes of immortal cultivators in the Fanyun Realm, it was like a towering and steep mountain. If you were not careful, you would fall into the valley of death.

The next moment, there was a crackling sound, and the windproof raft under Shen Ziyou collapsed, and Chen Qing also showed a hint of pain. The middle finger of the index finger of the right hand was charred, and the fingertips even had skin and flesh that exposed bones.

The pain of heart pain even if the elites in the outer courtyard had to bear it, it was a little difficult for Chen Qing to bear it. Cold sweat immediately oozed out of Chen Qing's forehead, but his body was steady. He stepped forward and stretched out his left hand to lift the plump Yinshuang up.

The next moment, no magic array needs to take effect, Chen Qing can also feel the anger of a monk from a Paishan Realm below.

Before hesitation, Chen Qing immediately bit a soft capsule hidden in his teeth, stimulated the magic power contained in it, forming a light film to wrap it up. Next, the entire light film trembled and disappeared from the spot.

One second later.

Shen Ziwen appeared on the top of the tower with a look of embarrassment, looking at the blank top of the tower incredibly.

The golden silk scarf dipped with Jiutian jade dew was still spread flat on the ground, but the silver frost on the scarf disappeared.

At this moment, Shen Ziwen's mind was blank, and he didn't even have time to think about who the person who committed the crime was. He only felt a heart-wrenching pain surged from the inside, and he couldn't help but kneel down to the ground, wailing that made the wind and clouds discolored.

Below the white tower, in the outer courtyard of the Shen family, Shen Qing broke free from the package of light film, looked back at the sky with lingering fear, and a trace of shaking appeared on his face.

But soon, memories of being defeated by the Li family not long ago flooded into my mind, making the young man suddenly become firm.

It’s just a racing event, not a fierce actual combat battle, and there is no possibility of damage. So now it’s just borrowing it for use, so you will naturally return it carefully after the game. And in just one or two days, with my father’s temperament, you should be able to endure loneliness.

For the honor of the family, please forgive your child for being unfilial!

With such determination, Chen Qing held the hammer in his hand tightly.

On the other side, on the high tower of Star Picking.

Suddenly, a fiery red true energy bloomed, and the blazing fire dispelled the bone-scraping wind around, and the red fire energy dispersed everywhere, like a red lotus.

A tall woman in red stepped out of Lian's heart, and her crimson leather boots fell on the top of the tower, making a crisp sound.

Looking at Shen Ziyan, who was kneeling on the top of the tower and bowing his head without saying a word, the woman chuckled, then raised her arms to reveal the few exquisite craftsmen held in her right hand, each emitting an extraordinary luster.

"Shen Zifeng, I really didn't expect you to be so good at hiding Xiaojin in the past few years... eh?"

Before the woman could finish speaking, she heard a slight murmur and squeezed out of the man with his head down.

"I'm so stupid, really, I just know that Chen Qing would think of Yin Shuang when he lacked a magic weapon in the battle with others, but he didn't know that Shuang'er changed his appearance, and he still thought about..."

"Hey, you..." the woman was stunned.

"I got up early this morning to rush to pick the essence of the winter sun and the Nine Heavens Bright Wind. I used a golden silk scarf and dipped it in the Nine Heavens Jade Dew. I was wiping Shuang'er when I heard that something happened to Fang'er and Lei'er. I was in a hurry to see Fang'er and Lei'er, so I asked Shuang'er to wait here. Shuang'er has always been obedient, and I listened to every word I said..."

"What Lei'er Fang'er?!" The woman was surprised and inexplicably. However, when the ostentatious thing was passed by, he saw the word "Little Fang and Lei" on the stolen goods seized in his hand.

"You actually named these craftsmen!?"

The woman's voice made Shen Ziwen raise his dull eyes. Seeing the hammer, tweezers and other objects in her hand, she immediately regained a hint of spirit.

"Fang'er, why are you here?!"

"Shen Ziwen, you're enough!"

After saying that, the woman punched the master from Paoshan Realm and knocked him fainted and fell to the ground.

Next, the woman sighed, carried Shen Ziyou up and placed it on her shoulders, and stomped her red boots under her feet, and then another red fire golden lotus bloomed. The lotus petals first scattered, then closed, wrapping the two of them together.

"It's really, do you like playing house with magic weapons so much? Why are Lei'er and Fang'er? If you like children, let's just have a couple. We've long told you that a child is not enough to play, but you don't follow me. I always push you and stop it. Now I see how you still struggle!"

Accompanied by the woman's soft voice, the white tower top, lotus flowers swayed and petals were like waves.

That night.

In the training room of the outer courtyard, Shen Qing lay down to the ground with a tired voice, naked upper body, revealing his clear lines of chest muscles and abdominal muscles. The young man was sweating profusely and was dizzy, and he didn't want to get up any longer.

Beside him, a full and plump magic weapon was lying. At this time, the luster was slightly dimmed, like a long-standing field.

In front of Shen Qing, a square piece of metal, about three feet long, width and height, floated quietly in the air. The surface of the metal piece was covered with dents, and the pits were bumpy and terrible. A crack was blooming directly above, revealing a bloody color inside.

Shortly after Shen Qing lay down, Shen Feihu's voice came from not far away: "It took 5 minutes in total, the damage was 1482,483 points, and the comprehensive evaluation was above the A. It's really amazing, it's not much different from the family record. Keeping this kind of momentum, we will definitely win tomorrow's competition."

Shen Qing was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes, but after hearing this, he still said softly: "Holding such magic weapons can't break the records of his predecessors. It can be seen that there is still something wrong with my output technique. I have never used this magic weapon before, and I still have many unskilled things. Even if I have tonight all night, I have to solve all the problems first."

As he said that, he was about to struggle.

Shen Feihu hurriedly walked up and handed over a jade bottle.

"Don't force yourself too much. It would be ridiculous if you overworked when preparing for the game and cannot perform your strength during the formal competition."

Shen Qing said in a deep voice: "I know what I know...but, my father hasn't come to find him yet?"

Shen Feihu said: "...Not yet, but it doesn't matter even if you come. According to the rules of the outer courtyard, even if your disciples go to seclusion and practice, even their family members have no right to disturb them."

"No, I'm just wondering. According to his personality, I should have fought for it. Could it be...what happened?"

Speaking of this, Chen Qing couldn't help but frown, and was a little worried about his father.

"For some reason, I always feel like my dad is in a bad situation."
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