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"It's time to think about it. Jiang Manlou said with a sigh.

More than a year ago, Luo Changfeng was accepted as a student by the Wuxiang Dao Sect, and with the ancient tree of Bodhi Academy blocking his head, Luo Changfeng, who had never revealed his identity, really didn't need to scruple too much.

He only needs to practice with peace of mind to improve his strength in order to narrow or even cross the gap between him and the enemy in the shortest possible time, which is the best comfort for him who cannot take revenge.

But after the identity of the Eight Hundred Sects was revealed, the Great Yan Empire and the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong couldn't wait to do it in the academy, and even took Luo Changfeng away at the cost of opening the academy, so that Jiang Manlou could see the terrible power of the temptation of Sheji's mountains and rivers.

Although the Wuxiang Dao Sect entered Tiandong at night and seriously injured Yan Bailou, and took advantage of the situation to seal the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong for several years, the Great Yan Empire, which fell into war in the short term, and the Eight Hundred Sects that could not get out of the mountain will not make a comeback to take revenge, but what about after the fall of the Wuxiang Dao Sect? At that time, the Buddha Lotus World that stayed in the Eight Hundred Sects could no longer trap the Tiandong Statue, and Luo Changfeng, who had no cultivation, how could he protect himself?

Jiang Manlou had a long talk with the Wuxiang Dao Sect.

He knew in his heart that that day was close at hand.

It is a major matter of life and death, so he hopes that Luo Changfeng can think about it seriously, not only to recall whether he regretted it, but also to think about the promising future......

Luo Changfeng looked at Jiang Manlou's face full of hesitation with a little surprise.

Thinking of the calmness that Jiang Manlou showed when he first saw him in the Spiegel Terrace during the day, Luo Changfeng was wondering if Jiang Manlou knew something, otherwise this kind of calm and sighing in his words would be too unusual.

He had doubts, but he didn't open his mouth to ask Jiang Manlou for a solution.

Because he suddenly remembered what Jun Zeyu had said in the Peach Blossom Forest: All the princes are bad people.

It's not that he's suspicious.

He himself couldn't say what the problem was.

It's like a gap, horizontal there for no reason.

……

The early spring nights are cool.

For Luo Changfeng, who has not cultivated now, the cold night is indeed a bit tormenting, especially accompanying Jiang Manlou to admire the moon on the roof of this green tile building.

Jiang Manlou is admiring the moon.

Luo Changfeng was completely suffering from the cold wind.

It wasn't until the latter noticed his slightly pale cheeks that he realized that his injuries were just healing.

The two went down to the roof and returned to the courtyard.

"I'll give you a big gift!" Jiang Manlou suddenly smiled.

He took Luo Changfeng into the room.

There was a secret door in Jiang Manlou's room.

This was a whim when he was bored alone in the ten sons of the Inner Courtyard Spiegel Terrace during the year when Luo Changfeng was in a coma.

He carved out a secret door in the room, and the secret door was hidden behind the bookcase, and the bookcase and the books on the bookcase were naturally used for decoration, so Jiang Manlou didn't bother to look at it.

The secret door is followed by ...... A refining room.

It's a refining room!

Luo Changfeng followed Jiang Manlou in, and there was a double-height stove in front of him, and on the table around the stove were dazzling all kinds of debris, broken bones, animal skins, and metal residues. On the four walls, leaning on knives, scissors, hammers, various tempering instruments, and some tools Luo Changfeng had never heard of.

This is naturally Jiang Manlou's small secret room.

"When did you change your temperament, and like to tinker with these knives, guns, swords, and sticks?" Luo Changfeng couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Manlou was born in a family of Shuzi Sects, and it is not surprising that there is such a means of designing and casting weapons. What is strange is that the young master of the Jiang family, who has always been lazy and has always opened his mouth, how could he be interested in designing the equipment himself?

"Anyway, Young Master Ben is also a master of the arts, why can't he show the world his ability to defy the sky?" Jiang Manlou glared and said.

Luo Changfeng shook his head.

Don't do this kind of argument with Jiang Manlou.

"Actually, that's what inspired me at the moment. ”

"The Great Yan Empire is inseparable from the war in the Seven Prefectures, and in my opinion, this war will affect the Seven Prefectures and even the entire world in the near future. I think my Jiang family has been casting weapons for a living for generations, although the wealth is strong and has recruited many strongmen to serve, but if you want to live in the chaotic world for a long time, some necessary means of self-protection are still indispensable. ”

"That's why I designed it. Jiang Manlou took Luo Changfeng to the back of the furnace, and then stretched out his finger.

Luo Changfeng looked in the direction Jiang Manlou was pointing.

"Mountain Helmets, Falling Cloud Armor, Jack Wrists, Wind Boots......"

Luo Changfeng saw a pair of armor, a pair of heavy armor that was gray in color and looked very heavy.

The armor was worn on top of the humanoid wood, wrapped extremely tightly, and even the face was obscured by a special gray mask, and only a pair of eyes could be seen from top to bottom.

Next to the armor was a wooden horse carved out of full-scale wood, and like the humanoid wood, it was also covered in heavy gray armor.

"Is this, hoplite?" Luo Changfeng was surprised.

"Heavy cavalry, don't insult its name, okay? This is the Iron Floating Massacre!" Jiang Manlou shook his head with great confidence.

"Tiefutu?" Luo Changfeng had heard of this name for the first time.

"This man is a fully armed armor tailored for my three thousand red-robed brothers. Three thousand iron floating slaughter, this is the first one!"

Jiang Manlou walked to the corner and picked up a bucket of oil.

He poured the oil on top of the Iron Float.

He drew a torch from under the furnace and lit it, and threw it towards the Iron Float.

Luo Changfeng really didn't understand Jiang Manlou's actions.

Thinking to yourself, your so-called heavy gift is to watch the fire burn the floating slaughter?

However, the fire did not burn as expected.

Torches fell, and not even a single spark burned on top of the armor.

Luo Changfeng frowned: "It's not burning?"

"It's not combustible! This Iron Floating Tu armor is how much effort this young master has spent to cast, and water and fire will not invade and the sword will not penetrate!"

The ink attack mechanism in Jiang Manlou's hand changed, turning into a sword.

He shook his arm.

Then the Qi of the Three Clears was raised, and the strong Qi of the Three Clears was all focused on his arms, Jiang Manlou held his long sword and ink attack, and slashed towards the Iron Floating Slaughter!

Jin Ge's voice is piercing!

Spark Sputtering!

Jiang Manlou was shocked and took a few steps back!

Luo Changfeng leaned over curiously, but looking at the Iron Floating Slaughter, he was unscathed!

"How about it? The first of the three thousand floating slaughter will be given to you. Jiang Manlou rubbed the painful tiger mouth and smiled.

Luo Changfeng did not refuse.

He is now no longer cultivating.

Even an ordinary cultivator of the Innocent Realm could take his life at any time.

It was with great difficulty that he managed to save a life.

He still has a sea of blood and revenge that has not been avenged.

Of course, you have to find ways to live longer.

"I can't wear it anytime and anywhere, right?" Luo Changfeng smiled bitterly.

"Not yet, Tiefutu only recognizes the first drop of blood as the Lord, and moves as he pleases after recognizing the Lord. ”

Jiang Manlou handed Luo Changfeng a dagger.

Luo Changfeng pierced his fingertips and dripped blood on top of the Iron Floating Slaughter armor.

Then his mind moved slightly, and the complete Iron Floating Slaughter armor disappeared from the humanoid wood, and then in an instant, Luo Changfeng's whole body was inlaid with it.

Luo Changfeng wanted to speak.

A gray mask covered his cheeks.

A helpless sigh came from behind the mask: "Your heavy gift is really ......"