"You're right!"

"I'm sorry, guest! I can't do it!" said the short old man in a low mood, word by word, this time in a serious way, without a hint of anything else.

The short old man was embarrassed to hunt ghosts like this, and I don't know why when I saw the short old man like this, I felt as if I had done something wrong.

Lin Jue's sudden change made the ghost hunter a little embarrassed, originally he thought that the old man would leave as soon as he turned his face, who would have thought that he would succumb.

"Forget it, I haven't been walking for a day, and I can't find anything good, so let's make do with it!" thought to himself.

"Okay! I want this helmet, this armor, and this feather, and this ······." The hunter pointed with his fingers.

"Brother Ghost Hunter, the things you want are not matching, how can you sell the rest of the rest of your armor by taking a part of your armor?" Qin Shan said.

"Well, then I'll just buy it all!" The ghost hunter said casually, Qin Shan and Qin Hai heard the words and looked at the barren weather, only to see that the face of the weather had been stretched for a long time.

"Brother Tianhou is fine, I can buy it myself, and Sister Yang Yao also gave me a silver tael when I came!"

However, these words were particularly harsh in the ears of the desolate weather.

"Don't, I'll come out!" said in a heavy tone as if he was angry, and then without saying a word, he took off the ring-shaped Sumera ring on his hand and slapped it on the table, this time he was really bankrupt, at least now he was penniless.

"Scorpion, go try out your equipment!" the Hunter said, turning his head at the Scorpion.

"Me?" said the scorpion with a rare expression.

"He?" Huang Tianhou and the others were stunned.

"Yes, what do I want armor for? I came here today to buy a set for the scorpion!" Seeing that everyone was so surprised, the ghost hunter was a little puzzled, did he have something that they misunderstood?

"Didn't I say that before? Oh! I don't think so!"

"That's right, Scorpion! With the armor, it's just a weapon, and the Thunder Dragon Stick will be yours in the future!" the Hunter said as he summoned the Thunder Dragon Stick from his body with a wave of his hand, and before the Scorpion could come back to his senses, it was already stuffed into his hand.

"Artifact!" the short old man was surprised.

The barren weather couldn't help but have a seizure, but when he saw this, he had nowhere to go. Buying your own armor was originally a set of ghost hunters, but now it has achieved its goal. Besides, he even gave the artifact to his disciples, and it was only a small thing to send a few pieces of equipment by himself, far less valuable than the artifact.

"Forget it! Anyway, giving him something is just to win people's hearts, and who to buy it for is not to buy it!" said Huang Tianhou comforted himself.

"Division—" The scorpion held the thunder dragon stick, feeling the masculine power contained in it.

"Master!" the scorpion had mixed feelings in his heart.

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"Don't be so depressed Tianqi! at least today I can see that Craftsman Lin still gives you some face, otherwise he would have blasted the ghost hunters out a long time ago!" Qin Shan and Qin Hai comforted the desolate Tianhou.

The weather is as if it had never been heard. In fact, the two of them are happy to see the deflated weather, even if they grew up with the weather, they rarely see the appearance of the weather.

"It's just that this ghost hunter is really fearless!I'm afraid that it will do more harm than good to win him over!" Qin Hai looked at the back of the ghost hunter and thought to himself.

On this day, everyone was in a good mood, except for the barren weather and the forest craftsmen, one broke the wealth and the other broke the 'heart'!

At night, the ghost hunter sat in the room to recuperate, and the white-haired old man said that he could suppress the demonic energy by integrating the thunder dragon stick into his body! And now he took the initiative to separate the thunder dragon stick and give it to the scorpion, which was not a whim, but carefully considered!

First, the scorpion learned the [Thunder Control Technique] very quickly, without the slightest interference from the lack of cultivation, and only by virtue of the nascent state of the spiritual root, he understood the [Thunder Control Technique] thoroughly, but learning other exercises was not so smooth. It seems that he was born for this exercise, or that this exercise was created for him.

Second, gluttony is the instrument spirit of the thunder dragon stick, and the relationship between scorpion and gluttony is excellent.

Third, since he came out of the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb, there has been no trace of the white-haired old man, since the thunder dragon stick can suppress the demonic energy, then the ghost hunter separates it from the body, will the white-haired old man appear again?

Tonight, the ghost hunter is also holding the mentality of reproducing the [Evoking Pattern], so he still doesn't sleep until late at night.

However, after a whole night of meditation to observe the changes in the body after the thunder dragon stick left his body, he did not get the desired situation. Nothing but a little more comfortable than before.

Taking off his shirt, the hunter looked at the flower on his chest, and found that the flower seemed to be more active than before, and the ghost hunter unconsciously began to think, is this thing good or bad?

This thing has never hurt itself, and has even protected itself countless times.

He could feel that the flower had its own mind, and he couldn't control it at all except for the recent 'disappearing' for a short time, and besides, the ghost hunter always felt that this so-called 'disappearing for a while' had to be done by the other side flower himself.

The ghost stared at his chest and thought to see if he could put it away, but it was okay!

The red glow flashed, and the flower on the chest instantly turned into a tattoo.

The Hunter carefully examined the bright red tattoo, and then focused his eyes on a small black and purple dot in the middle of the tattoo on the other side - the evoking pattern.

The deep night is the most emotional time for people, even beasts like ghost hunters. Thinking of the white-haired old man's ghost hunting thoughts, I couldn't help but be brought into the previous memories.

He remembered many, many ······

The more I think about it, the more sober I become, and the more sober I become, the more I hate my current self······

"What the hell are you sitting on?" the hunter's eyes moistened, and he wanted to shout loudly, but he didn't even make a faint sound, just hissed in the bottom of his heart······

This night, sleepless!

When he went out in the morning, the sadness of the night before the ghost hunt was also covered in his heart with the sun, and he still remembered that he was very sad, dissatisfied with his current self, and did not like his current self.

But if you ask him what he wants to become? He can't answer, not because he deliberately hides it, but because he really doesn't know—or that he has long forgotten his original self.

Originally, it was not easy to recall those martial gods to come back to fight in the martial arts arena, but when they heard that someone was going to fight ten, or the people recommended by the Wild Weather, they couldn't sit still, and they put down the things in their hands and rushed to the land of dragon and ugly in the wasteland.

It's nothing, if the others say they'll just laugh it off, and let him treat him as a newborn calf and ignore it. But it was different when recommended by the Wild Sky Hou. Who is the Marquis of the Desert? The recommended person must have something extraordinary.

What these martial gods didn't know was that even the Wild Sky Marquis himself didn't know the depth of the ghost hunter, and he asked them to come purely to use their hands to beat the ghost hunter to extinguish his arrogance, and to vent his anger casually.