Although Hefeng Ling is a magic weapon of Fanke, it is also a magic weapon for the whole team to win, although the five brothers of the Li family, although they are all extraordinary, but they know that because of the realm, they are in the team and have dragged their feet several times. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The team's attack damage output mainly depends on the four sisters' strength, which is already a little overwhelming, but because the team's cooperation is perfect in the eyes of outsiders, it also seems that he is at ease, in fact, but it is redundant.

The annual Battle of the Scepters of the Evils is just around the corner, and who wouldn't want to go with the best lineup? Say it's brothers, who can guarantee that they won't turn against each other for that scepter after the game?

After all, it was a spiritual weapon at the same level as Hefeng Ling. It is said that the founder of Sin City, that is, the earliest city lord, had obtained a high-grade instrument recipe in his early years, but because the refiner resources were monopolized by the refiner alliance, and the sin city also had to develop at that time to attract excellent monks, so the city lord proposed to provide the instrument to the refiner alliance, and provide materials, and the refiner alliance forged an evil scepter cast by the refiner master for the sin city every year. This is where the Scepter of the Evil One came from in the first place.

The refiners of the Alchemist Alliance have eight recognized ranks, namely, apprentice, primary, intermediate, advanced, master, grandmaster, king master, and holy master, and due to the requirements of the realm, the king master and the holy master often have already ascended to the upper realm. Therefore, in the Nether, the refining master is already the best refining master except for the refining master, and all of them are completely scarce, and they are all on the verge of the clouds.

These people have responded to a proverb in the refining world, a true refining genius depends on talent for seven points, and hard work for three points, and all of them are extremely talented, and there is no one in ten thousand.

Perhaps it was the loneliness and arrogance of the refiners that brought them together, and the powerful refiners gathered in the refiner alliance to discuss with each other and improve themselves. Because it is difficult to gather refining talents in the family, there is often no atmosphere of fierce competition, and the vision will be narrowed. There are very few refiners in ordinary families, if there is one by luck, it must be the existence of the entire family to worship, because the world is big, and the soldiers are strong, where will a refiner be rejected?

The situation of array mages and alchemists is also about the same.

As for the instrument, although it is only divided into four major levels of heaven and earth Xuanhuang, under normal circumstances, it can forge four levels of weapons of immortals and spirits, each level has three grades of upper, middle and lower, the heavenly level is out of reach, and the ground level only exists in the library of the big sects, which is an important treasure for the capital competition between the big factions. The Xuan-level is still a good idea, but the high-grade Xuan-level instruments are also rare enough to make the refining master covet.

The temptation of the Scepter of the Evil One does not stop there, but also lies in the cassia stone embedded on it, which has the miraculous effect of stabilizing the mind and increasing the foundation. The engraved runes have the effect of increasing mana, depending on the strength of the spell cast by the user, the increase is five percent, don't look at this is only five percent, the battle of the monks, every minute can take people's lives, even if it is one percent more, it is not too much.

The mystery of the spiritual weapon is indescribably wonderful, and it is fought for by monks all over the world, and I don't know how many grievances arise from it.

The night is as cool as water, and the four empty and lonely seats are as thin as water, forming a distinct impact with this lively and noisy inn, and faintly revealing a faintness.

Xiao Ying turned his head sideways and looked out the window, the thin robe on his body wrinkled by the wind. She loved the feeling, the feeling of being weathered and blending into nature. Feel its joy or anger, and the meaning of intimate outpouring.

Every gust of wind is a journey, every breeze is a confession, and every wind element is a story.

Outside the window, the low night shrouded the scattered houses, and there was not a single pedestrian on the street, except for a clear wave of wind breaking not far away, coming from the rhythm of the wind element.

It's close.

"With your blood, Brother Fan will definitely be happy, and as soon as Brother Fan is happy, Big Brother will not say that I am a waste, and it is not in vain that I walked to this broken inn at night."

Just as he was carrying the little boy out of the inn,

"Bang." With a bang, a black shadow suddenly smashed in front of Lide, and he frowned instantly.

"That's the time, don't you walk for a long time?"

The people in the inn poked their heads out when they heard the wind, and their bodies were still honestly shrunk in the inn.

No matter how you turn the sky outside, the inn is safe and a safe haven like home.

As soon as the powerful voice fell, he saw a bright light coming quickly, and after years of fighting, he instantly felt dangerous, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, so powerful that he turned to the side, and carried the little boy next to him with one hand, and avoided this move.

It's just that this half-breed didn't even have time to exclaim, and was hit in the left chest by a surprise attack, and the blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, dying.

The black shadow on the ground stood up, but he was an ugly-looking, plainly dressed thin man, his facial features were not mediocre, and there was no murderous aura between his eyebrows and eyes, and he seemed to be just a person who came out of the crowd to watch the excitement.

Who would have thought that such a person would dare to provoke the people of the Mighty Wind Clan? But the people in the inn who were really watching the excitement looked around, who else was the person who suddenly attacked just now?

Seeing this, the boss Zhao San felt a chill in his heart, as soon as this spirit stone arrived, something happened to the goods, and after thinking about it, he was so powerful that he had already left the inn, and it was his own killing move, and it had nothing to do with him.

How can a person who dares to attack on the street in such a grandiose manner be ordinary? The attack just now was so fast that there was no trace, and if it weren't for the fact that he was the only one on the street, ordinary people wouldn't know who made it. Zhao San's reasoning scared him.

"A Thousand Faces! You can't run this time, haha! The crowd's minds were only instantaneous, and the attack was lightning fast, and only a boy on the ground vomiting blood proved that all this had happened. A rough voice came, rough and bold, and the ears of the people who shook were deaf.

Really!

This sin city is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

A ghost with a thousand faces, whose identity is unknown, but whose mana is strong; Strange personality, but difficult to find.

He likes to flirt with female dependents, especially the famous and decent female dependents, and once said that he slept all over the female dependents of the six sects, but he didn't know that Huangjue Temple, one of the six sects, was a monk temple. On the one hand, the immortal demon monk sneered at him, and on the other hand, he had a headache.

I don't know how many things he has done, and the two abominations of immortals and demons are chasing and killing stronger, but he didn't know where he learned a magical disguise technique, which helped him escape the pursuit again and again.

Just like the head of Zhenhaimen, one of the middle two gates, said: "This guy is a scourge." “

As the rough sound echoed and disappeared, a man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist fell in the middle of the street, a magic robe could not block the rich hair on his chest, and a large knife was carried horizontally on his back, although he was short and menacing.

The person who was cowering in the inn was confused again, who is this short-legged man?

"You're pretending to be me to molest the young master concubine of the Hell Demon Sect! The harmful Lao Tzu is so bitter, that Hell Demon Sect is not something to mess with! Ahhh I'm going to kill you. ”

The big man opened his eyes and scolded, his hand had already moved, the big knife was waved, and his fat body was very flexible.

"Hey, you're so fat, I'm in such a good shape, how can I pretend to be you? Stinky old devil, it's not me! The Thousand-Faced Ghost said indignantly, and was forced to fight with the big man.

You come and go, electric and flint.

The people who don't know the truth have been shocked, although they don't know this big man, but they can chase the thousand-faced ghost and shout and kill, and they must be a master.

The important thing is that these two people even dare to provoke the Hell Demon Sect?! It's a place of hell! Legend has it that there are countless demons, and the seals and chains are all over the place.

Hell Demon Sect, that's a place that even the Demon Gate itself is afraid of.

There are many ghosts, demons are everywhere, demon crystals are stacked, and immortals are overflowing.

Give somebody the creeps.

On the other hand, he was so powerful that he looked at the half-breed who kept spurting blood, and clenched his hands in embarrassment and hatred.