After each person had chosen his favorite weapon, the spear was erected on the side of the hand, the knife was carried on the back, the sword was pinned to the waist because it had no scabbard, and the scimitar and dagger were tied to the forearm or leg as if they were tied to a sandbag.

Mu Xuehu quietly looked at the few sledgehammers lying on the ground, without saying a word, just watched quietly, and the resentful eyes were almost about to materialize.

Zi Lian stood at the front of the team, and the pressure was also the strongest, and the cold sweat was about to soak the iron armor, so he had to bite the bullet, put the spear in his hand on the ground, walked to Mu Xuehu, bit his lip and said nothing, the look was no different from the expression of abandoning his wife.

Mu Xuehu sighed, looked at the physique and appearance of these two hundred people, all of them were national colors and fragrances, and the country was overwhelmed, but there was gradually some hardness between the eyebrows and eyes, and a straight face would only give people a faint coercion, like an iceberg beauty. So... It's true that no one is suitable for using a sledgehammer.

looked at Zi Lian standing in front of him, and sighed slightly, although this person was sneering at himself at first, but it was understandable, compared to himself, he was more suitable to be a general, he did not rely on strength, but on personality charm.

Where is like himself, tsk, if the dark side breaks out, except for Huxue, who was created from that side in the first place, he doesn't think anyone will accept him.

Zi Lian's tight bite of his lip made Mu Xuehu chuckle, patted Zi Lian's shoulder, and then picked up the spear resting on the ground, casually let this amazingly heavy weapon turn lightly in his hand, and then jerked forward, picking up a piece of turf.

"You train well to match the weapons in your hands, your talents vary greatly, but that doesn't stop you from using them. You need to use weapons to fight against the consciousness of spiritual power, because spiritual power is only a foreign object, and the battle between armies should be a ring match, right? That's when it's time to spell weapon skills. Mu Xuehu said lightly.

He wasn't going to tell these two hundred teenagers that when he helped them massage before, he used magic to open up everyone's spiritual veins and repair the deficiencies of everyone's bones, and each of them was a rare genius in the demon world, but in the human world, they were the objects of hunting.

It may be unfair to do so, but so what, when these people are convinced of themselves, they are already their own, aren't they?

Mu Xuehu hooked two sledgehammers with his feet, held them in his hands, weighed them, and then hooked a shallow smile: "Tonight, I'll be fine, one, one, one, one, one,

"Yes!!" The feet of the two hundred people who were resting suddenly closed, and the neat pace was comparable to the army of the Great Heavenly Empire, and the high-spirited appearance made Mu Xuehu slightly enthusiastic.

Yawned inappropriately, fell backwards, fell on a warm chest, rubbed it with satisfaction, looked like a treacherous one, pursed his mouth moist, and breathed steadily.

Yue Yue had to sigh that this little guy can also play, what does it say in that world? Rural roads are too slippery, and people's hearts are more complicated.

Tut-tut, this guy has made it clear that he has eaten him.

Before Zi Lian and the others could say that they had been blinded, their eyes opened and blinked, and the person had disappeared in front of their eyes.

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。。。 If I say I want to abandon the pit, will you kill me...