The Lunatic Elder tilted his head, staring at Jiang Chen, as if trying to see through his thoughts.
Jiang Chen felt no guilt, shrugged, and a confident smile spread across his face. If he really had to wield a weapon, Jiang Chen would have to use the True Spirit Brush.
But the precondition was that he needed time to sacrifice and train with it, and then cultivate a matching martial arts skill.
Of course, Jiang Chen had no worries about martial arts skills. His mind was filled with classic techniques. Finding a match was definitely not a difficult task.
"Kid, what divine weapon do you have, show me."
Jiang Chen's hand moved like magic, and in an instant, the True Spirit Brush was rolling in the center of his palm, exuding an air of elegance.
A moment later, the True Spirit Brush, growing against the wind, became seven or eight feet long.
"This... this is a brush?" The Lunatic Elder's eyes showed a strange look, scrutinizing the peculiar shape of the True Spirit Brush.
