There are spiritual veins under the nearby mountains, and Wang Ping'an has already discovered this, but he didn't expect that in addition to the spiritual veins, there are so many ancient tombs.

The Copper Lock family, as well as the partners outside, have been digging for so long, but they haven't been hollowed out yet?

It's no wonder that the zombie Taoists are reborn in retreat here, and there may be other reasons.

If there are ruins left by a certain sect, or a cave left by a certain predecessor, which has been nurtured by underground spiritual veins for hundreds or thousands of years, it is indeed possible to produce zombies...... and the situation where a magic weapon becomes a magic weapon.

Wang Ping'an saw that the mountains were already in chaos, and said to the people around him: "It's too dangerous, you'd better not go and join in this fun, I'll go and see first, and try to pick up one or two magic weapons." ”

"Boss, you have to be careful, we definitely don't go to join in the fun. "Qin Xiaoyu knows the cruelty of the treasure grab, he was almost killed because he was too close before.

"Brother, our skills are too weak to help you, you have to be careful. Wang Fengxi, who just got a bunch of gifts, is also exceptionally well-behaved.

Gu Tingcheng wanted to help, but she was afraid of dragging Wang Ping'an's hind legs, although her strength was not weak, it was too far behind Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an's pace was like electricity, and he showed the lightning step he had just learned, although this step had been automatically upgraded to Tiangang's footwork, but at the moment he was just rushing, not desperate, so the speed was not too exaggerated.

Just stepping on the treetops, you can use your strength to flick more than ten zhang, and when there is no tree to step on, you can also step on the bushes and fly for a distance, far from flying, but it is much better than those cultivators who jump and jump.

Wang Ping'an ran a mountain road, but found nothing.

He only remembered a general direction of the three or four rays of light just now, and no one knew the exact location. If the magic weapon is somewhat spiritual and turns halfway, it is also possible.

"Where are you looking for this? There is really a magic weapon, maybe it has been picked up by some mutated demon beasts. Wang Ping'an stood on the treetop of a towering giant tree, frowning and looking around, even if he used his divine thoughts, he couldn't envelop the entire mountain.

He has completed so many tasks and has not obtained a magic weapon, and he is about to become obsessed.

Because of this, he is such a lazy person, and when he sees the possibility of a magic weapon appearing, he also rushes into the mountains and fields to find a magic weapon.

After looking for a while, there was no clue, so I wanted to give up.

At this moment, I saw a sudden battle break out in front of me, the aura fluctuated violently, the broken mountains and rocks collapsed, and the figures of the bodies were like crazy, fighting desperately.

"Heh, it's just for one or two ordinary magic weapons, as for it?" Wang Ping'an muttered disdainfully, and then his speed was exerted to the extreme, rushing towards the place of the fight.

A mottled bronze lamp, emitting a faint glow, was scrambling to and fro, and several times tried to escape the encirclement, only to be beaten back by fierce and frantic attacks.

More than a dozen cultivators were only at the realm of the eighth or ninth layer of the Qi refining period, and one person was holding a cold weapon, killing blood and light.

There were already three bodies on the ground.

When Wang Ping'an saw this bronze lamp, his eyes lit up instantly.

Sure enough, it's a magic weapon breath, although I don't know what function it has, but it's rare and expensive, so let's grab it first.

So he took out a three-meter-long big knife from the system warehouse, and without saying a word, rushed up: "Get out of the way, this treasure is related to me, don't get in the way." ”

"Shameless, this magic weapon was obviously found by me first...... Ah!" The voice stopped abruptly, it was not Wang Ping'an who killed it, it was a black-faced man next to him.

An old Taoist priest, holding a long sword, said like a bell: "The magic weapon can only be obtained by those who are virtuous, here I am the oldest, and I am highly virtuous, don't rob it with me, it's a big deal, after I refine it, let you take a few photos!"

Burst!

A middle-aged woman, who did not want to be named, raised a knife in her hand and cut off the head of the old Taoist priest from behind.

In the midst of a scuffle, any distraction is self-defeating.

"This is just a lamp, even if it is a magic weapon, it can only illuminate at most, you people, can't afford to buy a rechargeable lamp, or can't afford a flashlight?" Wang Ping'an roared, carrying a big knife, and rushed directly into the battlefield.

Wang Ping'an has always considered himself a kind person and generally does not kill people unless he is forced to do so.

"I'll give you a flashlight for nine yuan and nine free mail, don't hit it, it's dead and injured, isn't it worth it?"

He was ready to pay out of his own pocket and give everyone a flashlight, but these people still poisoned him, swords and swords, and slashed at him.

Wang Ping'an was angry, people are good at being bullied, horses are good at being ridden, they are easy to talk about, and they have been persuading in a low voice for a long time, they are still so excessive, then don't blame yourself for being ruthless.

The door panel-like broadsword blocked, blocking all attacks, and then the broadsword swept horizontally, sweeping around.

Puff puff, and suddenly three people were stopped and cut in half.

An upgraded version of the lightning pace, Tiangangbu flickered in the blood rain, walked leisurely, stabbed a few backhands, and killed a few people.

The cultivator, who was full of confidence just now, suddenly sobered up.

Nima, what the hell are you doing?

Why did you see Wang Ping'an, the big devil, appear, and grab the magic weapon with him?

For the sake of a flashlight?

Phew, he took it crookedly, for a bronze lamp that doesn't know what function, as for it?

The revival of Reiki has just begun, and a good life has not been enjoyed, so it is so wronged, how wronged?

If you go away and go home and cultivate well, you may be able to live for a few hundred years, but it's not worth it for a magic weapon.

So the survivors scattered in a hurry and fled far away, but they were reluctant to leave for a while, wanting to see if Wang Ping'an could accept the bronze lamp.

The magic weapon seems to have a trace of aura, and it was still struggling frantically just now, trying to escape.

But he was stabbed twice by Wang Ping'an, and blood sprayed all over his body...... A light, suddenly trembling, can't fly, how to escape?

So Wang Ping'an bent down and picked it up from the ground, and in the process, there were no accidents.

"Hey, I'm lucky today, I actually picked up a lamp and went back to hang it in the yard, which should save a lot of electricity. ”

The bronze lamp trembled without any objections.

The survivors who stood from a distance and watched secretly spat and cursed Wang Ping'an for being shameless.

"What other functions do you have besides being able to glow?" asked Wang Ping'an.

The ......bronze lamp continued to tremble, and there was no response.

"Heat up as an oven, okay?"

“......”

"Is it okay to be a projector and play a small movie?"

“......”

"Alas, it seems to be a stupid lamp, and it doesn't do anything but shine. Wang Ping'an shook his head and sighed, quite regretful.

The survivors who stood from a distance and watched couldn't stand it anymore, listen, is this human talk? People are just a lamp, are you embarrassed to make so many requests?

Wang Ping'an disliked the bronze lamp, and silently sacrificed it, no matter how bad the function is, it is also a magic weapon, so make do with it.

Even if it only shines, and it is not too bright, it is also the first magic weapon in his life, and it has special commemorative significance.