Clang!

There was a sound of metal friction and an explosion.

A gray-black round wheel as long as an arm's width appeared in his hand.

The edge of the round wheel is sharp, with serrations, and there is a grip handle inside. They are all made of metal.

Judging from its thickness, it is as thick as a baby's fist.

"This is a weapon used by an old friend of mine. Don't worry, my Taoist priest has the privilege of holding weapons."

Zhang Xuan grabbed it with one hand and walked to Zhang Rongfang.

"Since you have entered the rank, this weapon will be given to you as your first apprenticeship gift from my master."

He held the wheel with both hands and handed it to Zhang Rongfang flatly.

Zhang Rongfang stretched out his hand, grasped the handle on the inside of the round wheel, and looked at it carefully.

There are obvious traces of wear on the edge of the round wheel, and the patterns and writings engraved on the wheel can be faintly seen, but due to excessive wear and tear, the meaning can no longer be seen clearly.

The position of the handle is made of anti-slip thin wire and leather to make a non-slip cover.

When he took over, Zhang Rongfang felt his hands sink.

This wheel was heavier than he thought, at least twenty kilograms.

"What's its name?"

"If I don't use it, how would I know that this wheel is used in conjunction with the wish wheel function. That's why I keep it." Zhang Xuan said casually.

Zhang Rongfang picked it up with one hand, put it in front of his eyes, and touched every detail of the wheel inch by inch.

The wheels don't seem to be made of pure iron, but are also mixed with other metal components, with a hint of copper in the black color.

Soon, he touched two words on the inside of the wheel, near the handle: meet.

"Then it's called meeting." Zhang Rongfang waved it gently, and the sharp serrations of the knife brought out a whistling sound in the air.

You can imagine how much damage it will cause when it passes through the enemy.

"It seems to be called meeting each other." Zhang Xuan nodded at the side, "In addition, I will teach you the matching Wish Lun Gong when I have time."

"Master, didn't you say that there aren't many people in the entire Qinghe Palace who can do it?"

"Did I tell you that I am one of those people?" Zhang Xuan sneered and pinched his beard.

"Master, please give me some advice." Zhang Rongfang said with cupped hands.

"Let's go. Since you're in such a hurry, let's try your current strength first to see if you can play."

The two went downstairs, changed their shoes and walked to the backyard.

Zhang Xuan took the round wheel and waved it a few times.

"When I first got this wheel, I wanted to try it out, but I didn't have enough strength...it's not something ordinary people can do to hold a 20-pound wheel and play around with it.

Although I can do it, I get tired too easily. It’s not cost-effective.”

He raised the wheel and turned it slightly, and suddenly the wheel started to rotate rapidly.

The serrated blade on its edge also rotates rapidly, turning it into a dangerous cutting edge.

"This weapon was designed by my Taoist teaching to protect the Tao. The name of the round wheel should be called the Wish Wheel.

Because its design is too cruel, in order to curb the abuse of this weapon, all those who learn Wish Lun Gong must make a wish and engrave it on the wheel when they get their own weapon.

To show that he was not killing innocent people indiscriminately, but was forced to use this weapon for what he wanted in his heart."

"Now, you want to learn Yuan Lun Gong, then let me ask you, what is your wish? Why do you want to learn it?"

Under the sunshine, Zhang Xuan's expression became solemn and he looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"My wish..." Zhang Rongfang paused.

"I just..." He raised his head. "I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me."

The people here actually include himself.

"Then its name shouldn't be called Meeting." Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes and said.
Chapter completed!