After I wore it back, I became immortal

"Well, to be honest, I'm very interested in the pot in your hand." Wei Shuangji said calmly.

Pu Tongyan glanced at him, but didn't care, instead he continued to reply, "It's more than that."

Wei Shuangji was not surprised, shrugged his shoulders and said with a faint smile in his eyes: "Actually, I'm more interested in you."

Pu Tong glanced at him sideways, looked at the newly fallen man, picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on, and said lightly, "But I'm not interested in you."

It's not as good-looking as the Hao vase at home.

Wei Shuangji hesitated for a moment, then said carefully, "If possible, I would like to change it for you."

"Really? How do you want to change for me?" Pu Tongren looked at Wei Shuangji with a pair of dark eyes, inexplicably giving him an unspeakable pressure.

In the end, he bit the bullet and pretended to be calm and said a moderate answer: "I will do whatever you want me to do."

"Really?" Pu Tongren had an expression of disbelief.

"Then I asked you to stab me, will you do it?" Pu Tongren said calmly, without any fluctuation in emotion, as if it was just a statement of request, not a joke.

His words successfully made the smile on Wei Shuangji's face gradually disappear. After a while, this always handsome young man asked in an unfamiliar tone: "Aren't you joking?"

How can anyone voluntarily let someone else stab him with a knife?What's wrong?

"No, if you can really do it, I believe you can change for me." Pu Tongren's pupils without any variegation made Wei Shuangji feel a little embarrassed.

Not long after, with a slightly hoarse voice and a slightly lower face, he said, "If you made this request to avoid me, then I can tell you that there is no need."

"Maybe I was too impulsive and ignored that we didn't know each other before this, or my actions on the upper level of Sword Mountain made you misunderstand something."

"But I can explain all of this to you slowly. As for now, maybe we can use this time to introduce each other."

"I believe that one day you will accept me."

Wei Shuangji put away the usual casual expression on his face, and looked at Pu Tongren very seriously.

Probably he was not so serious when he worshiped his parents.

He was slandered in his heart, and there were some indescribable complications.

Pu Tongren looked at him strangely, said 'Oh' without saying a word, picked up the hammer on the anvil and the repaired pot and walked towards the person lying on the ground not far away.

Seeing him like this, Wei Shuangji couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, and stretched out his hand to grab him, but the other side sideways dodged him.

"My name is Wei Shuangji, tell me your real name." Wei Shuangji walked around in front of Pu Tongren quietly, pestering him and asking.

Pu Tongren was depressed, waved the pot and patted it out, "Isn't it okay to call me little ancestor?" What name do you have to talk about?

Wei Shuangji avoided it easily, still refusing to let go, the 1.8 meter tall man lowered his head and stared at the person.

"Get out of the way." Pu Tong impatiently urged.

"No, unless you tell me your name."

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, not everyone can be my apprentice."

Wei Shuangji pretended not to understand what he said, and said with a look of injustice: "What's on your mind? I don't!"

Xiong Yi, who was listening on the side, finally understood what he was up to, disgust appeared in his eyes, he stepped forward to knock Wei Shuangji away with his strong body, stood in front of Pu Tongren and said with a smile: "Little ancestor, I can try this pot for you." for a while?"

Wei Shuangji, who was knocked away, was not angry, and continued: "Although I want to learn from you in my heart, I know that this is not something that ordinary people can learn, so I have no such thoughts. I really have pure love for you." good impression."

"And since you can even notice my fleeting emotions, I don't believe you haven't detected my 'sincerity'!"

"It's not fair." He was not reconciled.

Pu Tongren was silent for a while, looked up at Wei Shuangji calmly and said, "Since you entered this screening task, there has been no absolute fairness. If you say I'm unfair, why don't you be unfair to other people if you are still alive?" unfair."

"Since you once had unfavorable thoughts towards me, what right do you have to let me not hold on to you?"

"Or do you think who you are can influence my thoughts?" Pu Tong leaned close to Wei Shuangji suddenly, and there seemed to be a huge vortex in those black eyes as deep as a pool of death, wanting to absorb everything it saw go in.

Wei Shuangji's body froze, and two green leaves suddenly appeared on top of his head, just like the grass growing on the top of the head of a slow sheep when he was thinking.

It's just that he wasn't thinking, but rather nervous.

Pu Tongren looked at the two leaves growing on top of his head strangely and curiously, couldn't hold back his feet, and stretched out his hand to grab them.

When Wei Shuangji saw the grass in his hand, Wei Shuangji's face turned black, and he turned his eyes for a while and said, "You pulled out my grass, you have to be responsible for me."

Pu Tong was stunned, looked at the grass in his hand, then at the top of his head, and said calmly: "Okay, but this is not enough for frying, why don't you grow it longer?"

"Pfft..." Xiong Yi couldn't help it anymore, and even the few evolved animals on the edge pointed at Wei Shuangji.

Wei Shuangji almost couldn't catch his breath, his face turned red, he opened his mouth to Pu Tongren, but in the end he didn't say anything.

After this experience, he understood Pu Tongren's narrow-mindedness, if you have any other thoughts about him, he will beat you to death with a stick, no matter how much you beg in a low voice, he will not give you any face.

This was obtained by Wei Shuangji through what he said just now and the indifferent and indifferent look in the other party's eyes.

This made him a little bit regretful why his 'acting skills' hadn't been perfected yet, or why Pu Tongren's sense was so sensitive.

He really just ran that thought through his mind.

Sighing inwardly, he didn't want to blame Pu Tongren for his jokes, so he simply resumed his usual attitude and said, "This grass is poisonous if I eat it, are you sure to eat it?"

Pu Tongren was immediately shocked by his words, and soon he replied: "Since you dare to grow, I will dare to eat."

"I dare too." Xiong Yi responded gloatingly.

"Well, let him eat after frying." Pu Tongren pointed to Xiong Yi.

Xiong Yi: ... No, the pot is not thrown like this.

Wei Shuangji glanced at him contemptuously, and said to Pu Tongren, "I wouldn't grow if you didn't eat it."

Pu Tongyan didn't speak, and after a few minutes, he handed the frying pan in his hand to Xiong Yi, "Go, didn't you borrow the frying pan to kill people? I'll give you 10 minutes to finish it, and return the frying pan to me when it's done."

Xiong Yi took the pot in a daze, and Wei Shuangji looked at him warily, to be precise, the pot in his hand.

"Can this really hit people?" Xiong Yi whispered.

"You can't give it to me." Pu Tongren said and was about to take it out.

Xiong Yi quickly smiled, "How can I, I'm talking nonsense."

Pu Tongren ignored him, bowed his head and buttoned his chest, quickly covering his slender figure, moved his eyes forward, and looked at Yue Lin who was squatting next to the man on the ground.

He thought for a few seconds and walked over, looked down at the two people on the ground and asked, "Still alive?"

Yue Lin turned his head, but he didn't expect it to be him, he was surprised, hesitated and said: "It should just be in a coma."

Behind him, Xiong Yi tentatively waved the pot in his hand, imitating Pu Tongren.

A gust of wind accompanied by heavy resistance shocked him. This was by no means the strength that an ordinary pot could display.

What's more, he didn't use any force, not even his abilities.

But the power of this pot is no less than the power used by a supernatural person to inject supernatural power into a magic weapon.

He is a stranger, one of the first batch of awakened strangers, so he naturally knows the existence of the magic weapon, but the magic weapon is generally in the hands of the state.

These aliens who may fall into a state of madness due to madness at any time in reality naturally cannot touch the magic weapon, and can only get some information based on other people's narration. Unexpectedly, he now has a magic weapon in his hand. '

Xiong Yi looked at the pot in his hand fieryly, unable to hide the greed in his eyes.

He directly entered the ability, and in an instant, information about the pan appeared in front of him.

Seeing this familiar information label, Xiong Yi's face froze, and he lost his mind for a moment.

"How is it possible!" He cried out, subconsciously looking for Pu Tongren's figure.

After seeing him talking to Yue Lin, without even thinking about it, he went straight in between the two and asked, "Why is the pot you made so similar to the item information labeling method that the black hole rewarded me!"

Wei Shuangji was originally surprised by his performance, but now when he heard the question he asked, he came over with a flick of consciousness.

The rabbit with long ears heard the news and hurriedly told the golden-eyed orangutan the truth. The golden-eyed orangutan thought for a while, and instead of going to join in the fun, he looked up, as if he could see through the red flames... …

"How do I know, I'm not his father...he copied me." Sensing the majesty of the will that cannot be violated, Pu Tong paused and changed his words.

In less than two seconds, he changed again, "I copied him." Fuck, that sand sculpture's will, obviously copied me and still doesn't admit it!

Well, in the previous world of self-cultivation, the high-grade things made were so clear at a glance that the basic information was engraved by the refiner so that everyone could clearly understand and buy them.

It's just that this record shows that he saw it on blacksmithing. Even if he stayed in the cultivation world for so long before, he didn't see a few high-grade items.

Therefore, he guessed that his Blacksmithing [-] Styles had existed longer than he imagined.

As for what happened in the middle, why there are fewer or no premium items, this is unknown.

Xiong Yi and Wei Shuangji were a little stunned, "Can this information be plagiarized?"

Pu Tongyan replied vaguely: "You can't, I can."

"After all, I am your little ancestor." If you have no skills, how can you be your little ancestor?

The surrounding atmosphere fell silent.

After a long time, Wei Shuangji suddenly remembered the question he hadn't answered before: "You probably don't need any props when you go into the sea of ​​fire. How did you manage to let the sea of ​​fire isolate an area for you?"

"Stop saying that because you are our little ancestor, the other party is not human."

Pu Tongren was silent for a few seconds, then said to the root of the spirit fire at the bottom of the pit in a low tone: "Gen, come, let them listen to your lovely baby voice."

"Little ancestor, you hate me, don't call me that."

Xiong Yi, Wei Shuangji, Yue Lin: ...

"I forgot to tell you." Pu Tong glanced at them, then looked at the golden-eyed orangutan group of animals, "It's not just a matter of time for me to become an ancestor across races, calm down, I actually don't want to." But Compared to you reading my name, the little ancestor is obviously easier for me to accept.

He added silently in his heart.

Besides, he has lived for so long, he is indeed an ancestor, there is nothing wrong with him.