Deliveryman of the Heaven

Of course, in the eyes of these immortals, the Er-lang God's apology was very insincere. They would inevitably have to send a few big red packets to pacify everyone's anger.    

After snatching away a few hundred Yang Virtues, Weiqing swiftly took them out.    

Although Weiqing has never touched a sword in his life, and don't know how big the sword is, but I have watched too many TV shows. A normal sword should at least be a meter long, even if it was half a meter long. Only half the length of a finger? The width of a bean bud?    

To put it bluntly, this Half-flying Sword was not even as thick as Weiqing's life root.    

Was this really a Flying Sword and not an embroidery needle?    

Looking at the Half-flying Sword in his palm, which was a little bit dark red in color, like a piece of iron skin, Weiqing felt like he had been tricked. Was his guess wrong? This Flying Sword was not handed over to him by the mysterious great deity that made the Er-lang God? Had Er-lang God really used a piece of scrap iron to trick him?    

The only fortunate thing was that the Half-flying Sword in his hands had quite a bit of weight.    

Weiqing placed the Half-flying Sword on the table, staring intently at it, he attempted to use his will to fly it up. In the beginning, the Half-flying Sword did not make any movements, but after Weiqing tried over ten times, the Half-flying Sword suddenly flew up and spun in the air, releasing buzzing sounds!    

"That's great! I finally have my own Destiny Weapon! "    

Weiqing could not help but be pleasantly surprised.    

According to the < Cultivation Manual >, the monk would only be strong enough to attempt to control a weapon after stepping into the middle stage of the Enlightenment. And the reason why Weiqing dared to control the weapon at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment was because he felt that since the Flying Sword was so small, his willpower should be able to accomplish it!    

"I have to integrate this Flying Sword into my own life's Flying Sword!"    

The concept of a monk being able to control a weapon with his will was completely different from possessing a Destiny Weapon.    

To control objects, one only needed to have a mind that was stronger than a normal person's. For example, to control a cup or a piece of paper. But to possess a Destiny Weapon, he had to fuse this weapon with the monk himself! Once the weapon was established with the monk, it would be equivalent to a part of the monk's body. "Cultivating the Destiny Weapon would allow the Taoists to obtain a weapon that they like to use. It would increase their strength by a lot, but at the same time, once the Destiny Weapon was injured, it would devour the Taoists!    

Therefore, the Taoists would not casually use the Destiny Weapon, they were afraid of backlash!    

Weiqing found a small knife and cut his finger, and dripped some blood on the Flying Sword. He did not expect the Flying Sword to swallow the blood like a sponge. Weiqing hurriedly dripped another drop, the Flying Sword was still as fast as ever, devouring the blood, causing Weiqing to be extremely shocked!    

A normal Flying Sword's material would be hard iron, or something like that. If the drop of blood were to fall on it, it would be difficult to fuse it in!    

Weiqing wanted to test what kind of miracle this Flying Sword was, so he continuously pricked his fingers and dripped a drop of blood on it. What surprised Weiqing the most was that even though his ten fingers had been pierced, the fresh blood still could not satisfy the appetite of the Flying Sword.    

It was difficult for a monk to choose a Destiny Weapon suitable for himself.    

Just like a person's blood was divided into AB types, the materials for a weapon were different. Even if it was also an iron sword, the density and strength of iron differed. Naturally, the degree of fusion of blood was different as well. Furthermore, the weapons used by the Taoists required a variety of ingredients, and they were much more difficult to make. But the Half-flying Sword now could not reject and fuse Weiqing's blood at all, which meant that this Flying Sword was extremely suitable to be Weiqing's Destiny Weapon!    

The fact that the fusion rate was high was something to be happy about. What made Weiqing anxious was that even though the Flying Sword was only as long as a bean sprout and half a finger long, there were no signs of saturation after absorbing 20-30 drops of blood. It was like a bottomless pit.    

If you don't court death, you won't die!    

The Flying Sword stuck itself onto the wound, and madly absorbed Weiqing's blood like a vampire!    

Weiqing's entire body shivered, he had a very clear feeling that the blood in his body was being pulled towards the Flying Sword s at a crazy rate!    

In just a few short moments, Weiqing felt a wave of dizziness and exhaustion, and immediately took down the Flying Sword. He looked at the Half-flying Sword in his hands with lingering fear, and praised: "Where exactly did this Half-flying Sword come from, was it really found by the Er-lang God from his Extraterritorial Battlefield, or does it have something else to do with it?"    

Weiqing did not dare to continue, afraid that even if he was squeezed dry, he would not be able to feed this Half-flying Sword.    

There was still a lot of time in the future, so he couldn't be in too much of a hurry to refine Destiny Weapon.    

As he had lost a lot of blood, Weiqing spent 500 Yang Virtues s to buy a Rank 1 Blood Replenishing Pill at the mysterious market, and after consuming it, he laid on the bed to rest. It was Wang Dapang who had called over, saying that he had arrived at Yang City with Zhang Fugui and the others, and asked where they could meet up.    

Only then did Weiqing give Big Brother Fei a call. He asked if he had found a place to stay, and Big Brother Fei said that he was satisfied.    

After that, Weiqing passed the address of the apartment to Wang Dapang and slowly got out of bed.    

The house that Big Brother Fei found was close to Weiqing's villa. In about half an hour, Weiqing picked up Wang Dapang and the other two.    

"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Wang, this is the house that I found for you. Let's see if you're satisfied with it or not, what kind of furniture do you need? Just tell Big Brother Fei, he will find it." The apartment that was 100 square meters, with decorations and furniture, on the whole, Weiqing was very satisfied. Big Brother Fei arrogantly said: "Uncle Zhang, I'll be staying at your door. If you need anything, come and find me immediately. "Originally, the landlord of this house was unwilling to sell it. Only after I added 300,000 yuan did I become willing to sell it!"    

Widow Wang asked in surprise, "What? This house costs 300,000 yuan? Why is it so expensive?"    

Big Brother Fei laughed and said, "Yes, it's two million and three hundred thousand!"    

Widow Wang immediately picked up the bags on the ground and pulled Zhang Fugui away, saying, "Fugui, let's go. It was a nice house, but it was too expensive, and it wasn't easy for the kids to make money. "Even if I live here, I will die!"    

Zhang Fugui also nodded and said: "Did you pay for this house, or did Linlin pay for it?"    

Weiqing laughed: "Is there any difference?"    

Zhang Fugui nodded his head: "Of course there's a difference, if it was Linlin who bought it, I can consider living here, but I also understand that Linlin's salary is not high, and only came out to work for a few years, I'm afraid that I won't be able to save that much money without eating or drinking. If it was you, then you want an old man like me to owe you a huge favor. At that time, you and Linlin will really become a good thing, other people will not be able to scold me, I am here to sell my daughter to buy a house, I cannot live here, I cannot live here! "    

Big Brother Fei curled his lips and laughed: "Uncle Zhang, you're afraid that our boss might not have any money? You just stand here and don't see the tallest building. There are 66 floors in total and our boss is one of the owners of that building. Haha, our boss doesn't lack anything.    

Zhang Fugui and Widow Wang had stunned expressions. They never thought that the young man in front of them would actually be so rich, and so low-key.