After Mo Qianyan left with the fan, Feng Wuxie hurriedly followed his steps. He turned around and looked behind him and found that Lu Zhirong did not chase after him.

I guess that guy may not know the origin of this fan at all.

After the two walked a long way, they arrived at a pavilion and stopped.

Mo Qianyan opened the fan in her hand and looked carefully for a while, then handed it to Feng Wuxie: "Can you recognize this thing?"

After Feng Wuxie took the fan and studied it carefully, he suddenly realized that the fan looked so familiar.

If he read it correctly, this fan was actually the ancient artifact Seven Kill Fan. It is rumored that this Seven Kill Fan was once the weapon of the ancient war god Ji Feng.

It is also the fourth most powerful magic weapon on the magic weapon rankings. Compared with Guixu Ding, this Seven Killing Fan is even more powerful.

However, there are nine seals on this fan, so it is no wonder that Lu Zhirong took out such a treasure as an ordinary fan.

The nine seals on this must have been sealed by Ji Feng back then. So, this fan should not have recognized his master yet.

Seeing this, Feng Wuxie's eyes suddenly emitted a faint green light. Isn't he just missing a handy weapon?

Besides, isn’t such a fan more able to show his unique charm?

Feng Wuxie suddenly felt that he was just a match for this fan, so he turned his head happily and looked at Mo Qianyan and said, "Senior Brother..."

"Don't even think about it!"

Before he could say it, Mo Qianyan was directly extinguished in the cradle. Feng Wuxie's eyes burst into tears, and the fan in his hand had already reached Mo Qianyan's hands.

"Senior Brother!"

Feng Wuxie pouted and couldn't help but lean against Mo Qianyan again, while leaning on his greedy little eyes, he kept brushing the fan in Mo Qianyan's hand.

The magical artifact is Seven Kills!

"Senior brother, I just don't have a handy weapon. Look, this fan is very suitable for me, so why don't you give it to me."

Feng Wuxie couldn't help but pull Mo Qianyan's sleeves and said coquettishly.

"No, you are not worthy!"

After Mo Qianyan glanced at him lightly, she couldn't help but conclude.

Feng Wuxiei, who was holding Mo Qianyan's sleeve, shook his hand suddenly. What does it mean that he is not worthy?

Why does this sound so strange?

"Senior brother, why do I feel a little confused about what you mean?"

Feng Wuxie let go of Mo Qianyan's sleeves and began to look at him. Why did he always feel that Mo Qianyan seemed to be hiding something from him?

If this fan was prepared for him, who did it be prepared for?

"Don't understand? Then I'll say it's simple, this fan is not yours."

Mo Qianyan said seriously, and at the same time, she carefully held the fan in her hand as if she was holding a treasure.

When Feng Wuxie saw it, his eyes were suddenly turned upside down. What does this fan mean that he has no chance?

If it weren't for him, could the senior brother trick the fan from Lu Zhirong?

I'm so embarrassed to say that he has no chance to be with this fan. Could that ancestor be with this fan?

Feng Wuxie doesn’t think so!

"Who is destined to be with it? Could it be you?"

Feng Wuxie couldn't help asking sourly.

"you guess."

Mo Qianyan curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and she couldn't even look at Feng Wuxie. Just saying this, which made Feng Wuxie almost go crazy.

At this moment, he had to wonder whether this ancestor had amnesia?

It's just as hateful as before, and even more hateful than before.

"Senior brother, do you know what this fan is called?"

After Feng Wuxie sat down with peace of mind, he looked at the fan and asked.

After Mo Qianyan glanced at him, he seemed to be looking at an idiot. He stretched out a slender and fair finger and pointed at a certain point on the fan: "This fan is the Qikill Fan, but do you know the origin of this Qikill Fan?"

As Mo Qianyan said that, he bent his lips and looked at Feng Wuxie. Feng Wuxie, who was staring at the fan, suddenly became confused.

Isn’t this Jifeng’s weapon?

Is there any future?

"Isn't this fan Jifeng's weapon? What's the origin?"

Feng Wuxie was puzzled and wanted to reach out to touch the fan, but when he reached out, he was photographed by Mo Qianyan.

"Of course, it is said that this fan was created by Ji Feng for a woman, but after this fan was created, Ji Feng went through a series of changes, and the woman was also chased by creatures from all walks of life because of Ji Feng.

Later, this fan had no chance to send it out. On the contrary, after Ji Feng encountered an accident, this fan directly killed all directions and eventually disappeared. Later, the fan was passed on and turned into a seven-kill fan. In fact, its real name is..."

After Mo Qianyan said this, she suddenly stopped.

He looked at the fan in his hand with a surprised expression. If he had guessed correctly just now, it would be Ji Feng's memory.

Thinking of this, something suddenly flashed through Mo Qianyan's mind, but those things flashed very quickly, so fast that he didn't have time to catch them.

"Senior brother, why don't you suddenly stop talking about it? What is the real name of this fan?"

Feng Wuxie suddenly stopped talking when he saw Mo Qianyan, so he looked over with a strange look, but what he saw was Mo Qianyan, who was also confused.

Mo Qianyan looked at the fan and felt an unknown emotion in his heart. He knew that this emotion was not his own, but he didn't know how to say these things.

Although some memories are so long that I am like a bystander, some emotions have been lingering in his heart until now.

This fan actually carries too much joy, anger, sorrow and happiness belonging to Jifeng, but Mo Qianyan understands that Jifeng has left after all, but he can still help him fulfill his wish.

It's also an explanation to him.

"Oh, nothing, I'm going to give this fan to my wife."

Mo Qianyan said in a low voice.

When Feng Wuxie heard that Mo Qianyan was going to give Su Yixian such a magic weapon, his facial features were immediately sore together.

Are you mistaken? That girl's abilities are already amazing, okay?

Can't we give such a magic weapon to those who need it more?

"Senior brother, didn't I tell you, why don't you give me a fan?"

Feng Wuxie couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Feng Wuxie thinks that the meaning of this fan is quite unlucky. Doesn’t giving a fan mean that it’s a beat and apart?

Can't you give something better meaning?

Feng Wuxie thought he should tell this ancestor about such an unknown meaning?
Chapter completed!