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Dozens of players, tirelessly, have repeatedly applied for the Burning Emperor as a friend.

Wu Yantian has no mental understanding.

"Congratulations to the host, the toxins in the body have been cleaned up, and the body has successfully recovered to the eighth level waste body. ”

The combat power of 300,000 is 300,000 wisps of vitality, even if each wisp of vitality, as thin as a hair, is gathered together, it will turn into a faint mist.

With such a huge amount of vitality, the toxins are abbled, and the speed is naturally increased.

"Eighth-level waste body?!" Wu Yantian couldn't laugh or cry, and couldn't figure out what to congratulate.

After the toxin was removed, the numbness was gone, but there was a strong sense of weakness, as if he was seriously ill, his whole body was weak, and on his back, there was a hard bump, which made Wu Yantian feel a hot pain.

According to the memory of the crown prince of the Great Zhou.

This feeling of weakness comes from poisoning, second, from not eating or drinking for two days, and thirdly, from being born with a wasted physique.

"I used to play games, but I consumed power! Now playing games hurts my nerves!" Wu Yantian sighed, his body was already weak, his spirit was insufficient, and he had a headache and brain swelling after playing games for several hours in a row.

There are still 400 ingots left, click on the mall, and buy a four-hour hang-up card. After some settings, let the Burning Emperor hang up on the second floor, and the consciousness exits the Supreme Edition Legend System.

Wu Yantian's consciousness almost fainted as soon as he returned to his body.

This body is too empty!

Fortunately, he had vitality to constantly nourish his body, and after half an hour, he turned over and got up and took out something from his back.

"Bloodstained Yuan Canon!"

Wu Yantian casually returned it out, and his back was left on it.

The crown prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty has nothing else to do except read books, especially this book, he almost always memorizes it, and he has to turn it over every day, as if there is a waste body cultivation method in it.

Wu Yantian inherited the memory of the crown prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so he naturally knew this book very well.

According to his understanding, the "Bloodstained Yuan Canon" is an encyclopedia, and its content is broad, miscellaneous, detailed, and complete.

In Wu Yantian's words, it is a mess, demons and monsters, everything.

Suddenly, Wu Yantian remembered the Supreme Spirit Pet Hatching Stone.

He rubbed his vest as he looked at the room of the crown prince of the Great Zhou.

The simple is indescribable, just like the abandoned firewood houses of the people.

"The crown prince of the Great Zhou, mixed like this...... Phew!" Wu Yantian disdains this identity, and even more disdains the living conditions here. Thinking about it, now, everything here is his starting point. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were fierce, but he didn't squeak.

In front of the creaking wooden bed, after a pile of bookcases scattered, Wu Yantian found what he was looking for.

A pitch-black pan, a silver spatula, and a colorful 'goose egg'.

Three things, lying quietly on the ground.

"There really is!" Wu Yantian thought that the system was very reliable and pleased.

He remembered that he had just passed through, and in a fit of anger, he activated the Supreme Legend system, and when he was about to faint, he was vague and heard the system say that it was binding a gift package or something.

A pot, a spatula, and an egg.

Is this the rhythm of frying poached eggs?!

Wu Yantian vaguely remembered that at that time, these three things were all described with the word 'supreme'.

Supreme Pot!Supreme Shovel! Supreme Spirit Pet Egg!

But no matter how he looked, he didn't find the attribute of 'Supreme'.

If you insist on saying that there is a supreme attribute, then only the 'brand-new' appearance can be worthy of the word supreme, there is indeed no trace of use, as if you just bought it from the supermarket.

"It just so happens that the body is weak, and if you fry this egg, you may have the supreme characteristics when you eat it, and it will be revealed. Wu Yantian felt that the system really didn't treat him badly, knowing that he was hungry when he crossed over, intimate, he was grateful to the system and humanized.

Wu Yantian habitually, holding a pot in his left hand and a shovel in his right hand, he was going to fry eggs.

"Alas!" Wu Yantian sighed.

The body of the crown prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty is so virtual that he can't even hold a set of spatula.

"We have to make up for the eggs quickly!" Wu Yantian was anxious.

He was sweating profusely, but the spatula remained unmoving, like a model cast in molten iron on the ground.

Hold it with one hand and lift it with both hands.

"I still don't believe it, I can't lift a pot!" Wu Yantian grabbed the handle of the pot with both hands and kicked the ground with both feet, a fifteen-year-old person, he couldn't lift a pot, and he couldn't make people laugh to death.

After some effort, the white hair sweats uncontrollably, and the thin gray robe on his body can be wrung out of the water.

"Laugh to death, laugh to death, whoever has a kind will come!" Wu Yantian was indignant, sitting on the ground and gasping.

As a result, the shovel could not be moved, and the colorful eggs were like deep roots rooted in the earth, connected into one, without moving.

"I'll go!" Wu Yantian, "This egg, I don't dare to eat it when it's fried, I have to break my teeth!"

Could it be that this is the characteristic of the Supreme?

Wu Yantian took a break, and then, almost lying on the ground, looking at the roots of the three things, could it be that it was really a mold cast of molten iron?

Look left and right, there is no trace of molten iron casting!

"This is weird!" Wu Yantian studied carefully.

However, on the side of the handle of the spatula, he saw two lines of small print.

He hurried to look at the colorful eggs, and as he thought, there were also some small words.

These small characters, like ancient Chinese characters, have a complex structure, crooked and tangled, but Wu Yantian recognizes them.

"Pot lid cosmic bad people!" is written on the pan.

"Flatten the world's injustice!" the handwriting on the shovel.

These two lines seem to contain responsibilities and rights, and they are like ...... Formula.

As soon as Wu Yantian finished muttering, the pan trembled, turned into a ball of black light, rushed into the palm of his left hand, and turned into a pan print, like a tattoo, vivid, and imprinted on the palm of his hand.

Before he could react from his surprise.

The silver shovel also turned into a ball of silver light, which was very dazzling. When he opened his eyes, he saw a silver shovel mark on the palm of his right hand.

This......

Is this the supreme characteristic?!

After a long while, Wu Yantian made sure that there was nothing wrong with his body, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

"Don't play like this," Wu Yantian stared at the spatula marks in the palms of his hands, feeling a tingling pain in his heart, "I'm scared of a heart attack!"

The real spatula first turned into a ball of light, then rushed into the human body, and then turned into an imprint.

Every process on earth is incredible.

However, there are many such phenomena in the novel, what treasures recognize the owner, the spirit weapon chooses the owner, and the treasure is disguised......

Wu Yantian seemed to understand.

Spread out your left and right hands, hold them virtually, and then close your eyes, meditating on holding the pot in your left hand and holding the shovel in your right hand.

Sure enough, in his left hand, he held a flat black pot, and in his right hand, he held a silver shovel. They feel like they're on their hands, they don't feel extra weight, and they feel as natural as swinging their arms.

Think about it.

The spatula disappeared again into thin air.

Think again.

They reappeared, like faithful slaves, on call.

Obviously, Wu Yantian's thoughts could easily control them.

However, every time it appears, it needs to consume a lot of vitality, which Wu Yantian feels strongly.

After rehearsing a few times, the vitality consumption was too large to bear. It seems to be just a set of utensils, and it doesn't show any special effect. For a while, I couldn't dig out the characteristics of the 'Supreme', so I could only leave it for later and study it slowly.

Wu Yantian went to study easter eggs again.

This egg is colorful and shining, and it looks amazing!

When he read the handwriting on the egg, his brow locked, and he looked up and down carefully.

He smashed it with a stone, and it didn't break!

Call out the pot and knock it, don't break!

Shoot with a supreme shovel, and it still doesn't break!

Even, with a heavy machete, there was still no trace left, but the bone chopping knife, a big gap, and sparks.

This egg seems to be really extraordinary!

"If it's fried, it will definitely make up for it if you eat it!" Wu Yantian was weak and urgently needed to replenish nutrition.

If you can't open the egg, the omelette will be a bubble.

tried every means to break the eggs, but the easter eggs were still easter eggs, and they were intact.

"Alas!" Wu Yantian felt embarrassed in life, and he couldn't even smash an egg, "Then he can only act according to the handwriting on the egg!" That's even more cruel.

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