Hearing the "Epic Spirit Weapon", Xing Yufei's breathing unconsciously increased, and a greedy light flashed in his pupils. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Trying his best to restrain the ** in his eyes, Xing Yufei pretended to be indifferent, and said: "Master Mo, could it be that you misjudged, maybe this is just a magic weapon or magic weapon." The epic-level spirit weapon is very different from the previous two, and I don't think Chen Wusheng can get such a spirit weapon. ”

"You're a little mistaken, Miss Yufei." Mo Yang answered with a gloomy face. "This giant sword is not Chen Wusheng's kid, but his subordinate minority girls in Northern Xinjiang, it seems that he came from the same tribe as your followers, so I don't need to say more about the rest."

After being reminded by others, Xing Yufei remembered that when she first met An Jiamu, the other party's shabby behavior was no different from a beggar, if it weren't for the fact that An Jiamu had an indescribable strange feeling at that time, which made her have the intention of taking it in. If it were someone else, or usually, she would never do this, would her Star Huang Sect's Heavenly Pride Daughter lack a follower?

Of course, the point is not why Xing Yufei himself was willing to take An Jiamu in, but that An Jiamu was very poor at that time, to be precise, their entire tribe was very poor. The question is, why does Iyari, a fellow villager, have such a precious spiritual weapon?

Is that an heirloom? No, the giant sword looks too new, without the vicissitudes of historical precipitation.

That's bought? Impossible, the price of spiritual weapons is extremely expensive, not comparable to magic weapons and magic weapons, and a remote clan tribe will definitely not be able to afford it.

It's not an heirloom, it's not bought, how did it come about, could it be that it was picked up? Anyway, Xing Yufei would never believe that there is such a good thing in the world.

"It doesn't matter how it really is, instead of wasting time thinking about thoughtless questions, think about what to do next."

Mo Yangping's eyes revealed a meaningful gaze, which made it unclear his true intentions, but Xing Yufei more or less knew the personality of the son next to him, so he didn't say more.

A figure walked out of the dust unhurriedly, carrying a giant sword weighing as much as a thousand pounds in his hand. The blade is still open to the sides, revealing its core.

With that blow just now, Chen Wusheng aimed at An Jiamu's head, which was not only the most vulnerable part of the opponent, but also the easiest part for the opponent to dodge. Looking at An Jiamu lying in the thin blood, Chen Wusheng was a little disappointed, he felt that his follow-up preparations seemed to be useless.

Just as Chen Wusheng was about to let the referee read out the result, there was movement on the ground, and before Chen Wusheng could look back, An Jiamu jumped up from the ground and slashed at him with a big knife.

With such a short distance, An Jiamu was confident that he would be killed with one blow, he pretended to be unconscious on the ground, just to let the other party get closer, and within twenty steps, he had absolute confidence to kill people in the same realm.

As imagined, Chen Wusheng stepped forward, and An Jiamu immediately launched a surprise attack, and he seemed to see Chen Wusheng after being killed by him.

"Die!"

An Jiamu had a sense of accomplishment in using his wisdom to defeat the enemy, so much so that he completely ignored the sighs of the people around him.

Facing an imminent sneak attack, Chen Wusheng suddenly turned the hilt of his sword, the true qi circuit brightened, a blue afterimage flashed, and the giant sword slashed past at an incredible speed. An Jiamu was once again saved by his intuition, and at the most critical moment, he forcibly changed his moves, turned the slash into a block, and successfully dodged a cut.

He dodged a fatal wound, but it didn't mean that he would be safe, as if he had been hit by a heavy chariot, An Jiamu fell to the ground and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Ignoring his injuries, An Jiamu looked up at Chen Wusheng, wanting to know why the giant sword in the other party's hand suddenly accelerated.

Seeing An Jiamu's curiosity, Chen Wusheng did not hide it and directly told the secret.

"You know you're trying to say that the heavier the thing, the slower the acceleration, why was I able to shoot so fast just now, faster than you can shoot."

An Jiamu didn't say anything, but his blazing eyes looked directly at Chen Wusheng with unusually resentment, and he never looked away, obviously waiting for Chen Wusheng to give an answer.

"Want to know?"

"Really want to know?"

"I just won't tell you."

"Poof!" An Jiamu didn't hold back, and spit out a mouthful of blood in a fit of anger.

Chen Wusheng, who was the perpetrator, shook his head and sighed: "Young people now, it's really bad to vomit blood at every turn without being teased. ”

An Jiamu, who couldn't help it, jumped up directly from the ground and killed Chen Wusheng again. He still chooses to rush in a straight line, and he stubbornly thinks that it was just luck.

This time, An Jiamu saw it really clearly, Chen Wusheng turned the hilt of the sword hard, and the giant sword suddenly accelerated, blocking his attack again.

An Jiamu, who was shot out again, was full of hatred: "You bastard, you are better than me with a weapon, what kind of hero are you." Have the ability to throw away your greatsword. “

"Okay, you don't need your knife skills, we'll fight with our bare hands."

In an instant, An Jiamu had nothing to say, he didn't need the broken door knife technique he learned from the ring, he couldn't find other knife techniques that he could use.

"This is different, I learned my sword technique by myself, and your weapon was taken from someone else."

Chen Wusheng didn't laugh angrily: "I'm really sorry, I'm both an engineer and a foundry, this weapon is a masterpiece I completed today, and I gave it to Yi Yali, if you don't believe it, you can ask her, if you don't even believe in your own countrymen, you can go to the Martial Arts Alliance Union to verify, they will have a record." ”

As soon as these words came out, many exclamations rang out in the gladiatorial arena. Becoming an engineer or a foundry is not an easy task, and it is even more difficult to do both. Not to mention that Chen Wusheng is still a monk in the middle of the Xuanji Realm, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius, not to mention that this weapon seems to be an orange epic equipment, is it really possible?

"What? Why should I use my skills to build weapons for myself? If you don't use the sword, I won't use this giant sword, I'm willing to suffer a little loss and compare with you. ”

"......" An Jiamu didn't answer, he was a little empty in his heart, if what Chen Wusheng said was true, he was indeed not qualified to ask others.

With the mentality of luck, An Jiamu turned his head to look at Yi Yali, and the other party nodded in affirmation. An Jiamu, who was half cold, couldn't believe it, and gradually this unacceptable thought filled his mind.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, you definitely used shameful means to deceive other people, you can't do it!" An Jiamu roared.

He deceived himself and didn't want to believe the words of others, so he fell into paranoia and madness, causing the true qi in his body to skyrocket, and he unintentionally advanced to the ranks.

Advancing in the course of the battle, what a nonsense thing this is, Chen Wusheng didn't expect to let himself run into it today.

"Should I complain about my bad luck, or should I lament An Jiamu's good luck? You can make the cut even if you take such a big hit. Feeling more and more true qi coming from An Jiamu's body, Chen Wusheng's face did not become solemn, but showed a look of eagerness.

"It's not good if toys are too easy to play with, but they are strong enough to be playable."