A figure swept out of the engulfing storm of energy, his expression fierce and his black hair fluttering wildly in the whistling of the air rush.

"Flowing Spirit Flame Bead!"

Zhang Aofeng shouted, and when his sleeve robe was thrown out, three beads the size of a fist shot out, exuding a powerful mana power that made people feel terrifying.

The smooth and delicate beads, engraved with a pattern of brilliant flames like flowers, emitted a strange red light in mid-air, especially dazzling in the dark night.

"When did he have two more Spirit Flame Beads?" Zhang Fengjiu, who was floating in the sky, widened his eyes and his face was a little surprised.

The second-grade mid-level magic weapon, the Flowing Spirit Flame Bead, this kind of magic weapon was bought by Zhang Fengjiu from the auction house and given to his eldest son, and he personally handed over the magic weapon to him at that time.

The most important thing is that the number of Flowing Spirit Flame Beads is only one!

After many years, when Zhang Fengjiu checked the information of his eldest son, he thought that the magic weapon he used had not changed, but what he never expected was that the number had increased by two!

Anyway, it is a second-grade mid-level magic weapon, and the three of them are played together, and this power should not be underestimated.

"Ao Feng, this extra magic weapon, I'm afraid it was given by the Taixu Sect. Zhang Fengjiu whispered, a sharp edge flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Zixian saw the three round and blazing spirit flame beads shooting towards him, and the sharp whistling sound was extremely poignant, and his face changed.

"Ming Kongqi!"

The palm of his hand suddenly bloomed white, and a ruler of similar length to that used by Mr. Private School appeared, and the whole body was glazed, and the golden wave pattern was carved on it.

Zhang Zixian clenched the clear space ruler in his hand, his eyes narrowed, and his eyes lit up with a terrifying essence.

The three Flowing Spirit Flame Beads in their field of vision approached rapidly, and the scorching heat emitted made people ooze fine sweat on their foreheads.

"Hmph!" Zhang Zixian did not retreat but advanced, his figure flew up from the ground, and the clear space ruler in his hand was driven by the madness of mana, and a strong energy fluctuation was transmitted.

He aimed at the three fist-sized blazing orbs and jerked them away with a cold expression.

The Ming Sky Ruler set off a semicircular arc in the air, and brilliant fireflies appeared in the dark night sky, accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air.

It was almost a faint afterimage, followed by a dull crashing sound that seemed to rise in the bottom of a person's heart.

The three Flowing Spirit Flame Beads flew out upside down, Zhang Aofeng's pupils contracted, he stretched out his right hand, and with a bend of his five fingers, the Flowing Spirit Flame Beads stopped safely in front of his eyes.

Zhang Zixian held the palm of the Ming Ruler and trembled imperceptibly, but soon recovered as before, as if there was no difference.

"Go!"

He used his mana and played the magic weapon in his hand, and the nearly ten-inch clear sky ruler was extremely eye-catching, setting off a lot of ripples in the air along the way, stabbing at the eyebrows of the man wearing mink fur like an afterimage.

Zhang Aofeng stepped on his footsteps, shook his sleeve robe suddenly, and the three blazing beads were strung together, directly crashing into the flying Ming Sky Ruler.

At the moment of contact, the burst of energy suddenly swept across, and a huge explosion filled the eardrums.

A ruler nearly ten inches long was rushed upside down by the impact force, Zhang Zixian reached out and grabbed it, and golden light oozed out between his sharp grips.

And the three Flowing Spirit Flame Beads also returned to Zhang Aofeng's hand, suspended above the palm of his hand, and surrounded them in turn.

The eyes of both of them are extremely cold and full of murderous intent!

"Sure enough, with the help of the two extra Flowing Spirit Flame Beads, Ao Feng did not fall behind at all when dealing with the second-grade high-level magic weapon. Zhang Fengjiu said in a deep voice.

He clearly saw just now that the fierce Ming Empty Ruler smashed open two Flowing Spirit Flame Beads in a row, and only when it collided with the last one did it stop its momentum and fly out backwards.

Click......

There was a clear and audible cracking sound in the air, Zhang Zixian's face changed drastically, and several spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the Ming Sky Ruler he was holding.

Between those cracks, a faint golden light faintly appeared, rising and disappearing like light smoke.

"Tsk, my second brother, why don't you fix the problem with this magic weapon, doesn't it seem that I am invincible now?"

Zhang Aofeng's eyes flashed with contempt, his heart was settled, and he smiled sarcastically.

Not far away, Zhang Zixian's thin lips trembled and fell into silence.

In the past 20 years, the Zhang clan has repeatedly fought fierce battles with the enemy, and as the head of the family, he naturally led the clan to participate in it many times.

The fierce battle not only consumed talismans, elixirs, and spirit stones again and again, but also caused damage to the durability of the magic weapon!

As for the second-grade high-grade magic weapon Ming Kongqi given by his father, he has been repaired three times in the past twenty years, and the cost of each repair has made him feel distressed.

But the family's wealth situation is getting worse and worse, and it is difficult for him to support and repair the Ming Empty Ruler now.

In fact, in Zhang Zixian's heart, he still has an attitude of not being afraid of Ao Feng, and there is nothing wrong with his magic weapon from the outside, it seems that it is enough to deal with the situation.

But what he never expected was that this Ao Feng actually had two more second-grade mid-level Flowing Spirit Flame Beads!

And his own Clear Sky Ruler cracked because it couldn't withstand the huge pressure under the fierce collision with the three Flowing Spirit Flame Beads.

It seems that I am afraid that if I hit a few more times, the Ming Empty Ruler will be completely abolished, and how should he compete with Zhang Aofeng next after losing his magic weapon?

The situation is settled......

Zhang Zixian's mind was turning, and his face gradually became difficult to see.

"As long as I kill you, the situation of this Zhang family will be settled, and I will be able to sit in the position of the head of the family. Zhang Aofeng's eyes were full of madness, and the whole person began to laugh out loud.

"I really look down on you, when our Zhang family faced the invasion of foreign enemies, everyone was bravely resisting, but you secretly accumulated strength and took refuge in foreign enemies as lackeys!"

Anger appeared on Zhang Zixian's face, and his right hand holding Ming Kongqi trembled, and his tone had an indescribable hatred.

At this time, Zhang Fengjiu, who was looking down from the sky, saw this scene, and his heart sank, "I didn't expect such a change to occur at this critical juncture." ”

As if he had thought of something, he hurriedly opened the exchange list on the system interface, and his eyes stayed on the manifestation class [One-Star-Magic Weapon Repair].

"Thirty points of incense is worth a little expensive. ”

Zhang Fengjiu rubbed his chin and looked at the elegant man below, with a smile in his eyes.

"Yes, what's wrong with me being a lackey?" Zhang Aofeng's forehead was bruised, and his tone began to become excited.

"As long as you can sit in the position of the head of the family, everything is worth it! Even if you look down on me again, what can you do? You know, people can rewrite history when they live, and I ...... it."

Zhang Aofeng took two steps forward, and said with a hideous face: "It is the person who rewrote the family history, and when the turmoil is calmed, this traitor recorded in the family history will not know who it is." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zixian's eyes stared at him, and his heart was full of monstrous anger.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the clear sky ruler in his hand, and looked at the originally smooth and clear glass, but at the moment it was covered with large and small spiderweb-like cracks.

For a while, the whole person was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.