The golden glow in Feng Zhengyi's hand bloomed, as if he was showing his different Zhangba spear all the time, as if he heard his boast, and it was shaking slightly, as if responding to him.

Seeing that he had inherited such a spiritual divine weapon, Feng Zhengyi was even more smiling, and the whole person was about to draw over happily.

In the martial arts, for a martial arts person, isn't the most important thing is the status of the name, the magic weapon, the heavenly merit book, and the BMW beauty?

Feng Zhengyi is behind the Holy Son of Shura, in charge of the Demon Sect of the Divine Sect, although there are countless two or five children in this sect, but it is undeniable that he is in charge of the authority of this sect, and he has long been on an equal footing with those holy places in terms of status. Even a holy place that was close to half-crippled like the Great Asura Demon Sect in the North might not be able to compare to him at some times.

And in the way that he desperately digs into the corners of other people's walls, there is naturally no shortage of heavenly gong treasures, and there is a confidante who can accompany him, learn foreign languages with red sleeves and incense at night, and play national pipe instruments at the same time, he can also continue to give advice to him, and fight wits and courage with the holy son of Shura, in order to vent the hatred in his heart!

In such a situation, the only ones who can balance his power are those divine weapons in the rivers and lakes.

It's a pity that the top 100 weapons on the Jianghu weapon list are all real weapons in the world that can be encountered but not sought.

It is not placed in that temple one by one, and generations of disciples worship it day and night, as a spiritual pillar. It is a no-man's land hidden in the Jedi of life, in the wilderness and deep forests, and never sees the light of day.

Even if a spiritual life can appear in the hands of those scattered people, it is still a symbol of some holy fetus-level strongmen.

Although Feng Zhengyi thinks that he has been practicing since he was a child, he is now more than 20 years old, he has practiced qi and practiced diligently, and he has a great opportunity to awaken his natural dragon vein, and he should be the future martial arts master and seek well-being for the world's martial arts order.

But the people in the martial arts are very realistic, if you don't have real strength and want to dominate the real weapon of the gods, it is estimated that you will have been given by people at will and completely in the name of [Private Martial Arts Restricted Control Knife], where will you spread your reputation?

In other words, those who can leave their names in the rivers and lakes and tell those people in the rivers and lakes openly that those who have these divine weapons and real weapons are either ancestors and are really capable.

In the face of those great grandmasters, and even the powerhouses of the Holy Fetal level, Feng Zhengyi really didn't dare to reach out.

But now it is good, people sit at home, and blessings come from heaven. There is nothing to do here, and there is no need for any price, and at the beginning, I gave myself a copy of the inheritance of the "Patrol Dike Water Army's Heart Method" of "Imperial Pardon for Nine Heavenly Days and Hundred Miles of the River to Supervise the Sailors". Not only that, but he also got a Ten Thousand Forging Divine Soldier.

Hundred forging is just a sharp weapon, and ten thousand forging is a divine soldier!

In the rivers and lakes, in addition to not having the flesh and blood of the heavenly demons as the cornerstone, there is no martial artist in the realm of the Holy Fetus in the rivers and lakes to engrave his truth on it, and there is no construction of the unique appearance of the real weapon, it can even be described as a real embryo!

It's a pity that there are very few saint-fetus-level martial artists in the rivers and lakes, but there are even fewer forgers at the level of divine craftsmen and immortal craftsmen. And even those who have such skills are mostly only forging small weapons such as knives, swords, daggers, short swords, and short knives.

Large weapons such as three-zhang heavy spears, eight large spears, phoenix-mouth heavy knives, drum purple gold hammers, white-bone maces, and gold luoyang shovels will not be forged if they are killed.

It's really too much for those divine craftsmen, isn't it?

Feng Zhengyi has a feeling, his "Black Water True Method" is combined with the "Water Army Heart Method" that he has just inherited, maybe this divine spear can be used to shatter the void, and even concoct it into a "real weapon"!

"Hahahaha...... Great creation, great creation, if it is really the same as the voice of the black-robed man who rubbed the same waste wood as he said, we can come here, it is really a great creation.

Hahaha... Your Highness the Holy Son, the Ancestor of the Great Mystery did not choose you, but chose me to inherit such an opportunity, which can already explain a lot of things.

If I do anything to you in the future, take your inheritance, and take your place, don't blame me. If you want to blame it, blame this true martial god for not giving you a chance! As if thinking of some kind of wonder, Feng Zhengyi held the naval spear in his hand and couldn't wait to look up to the sky and laugh dozens of times.

No one knows better than him how terrifying the pressure can be behind a peerless strongman.

As long as he stands in front of him, all the brilliance and all the eyes will be unconsciously attracted by him.

No matter how he jumps up and down, in the end, in the eyes of some people, he is just a clown who wants to make people laugh, and he will not pay attention to himself at all.

If it weren't for this Shura Holy Son, who had a problem with his personality, he wouldn't know at all about pity and cherishing jade, and the beauty of making people have seven points of leeway. Otherwise, how could he be supported by others, secretly digging into the corners of people's walls behind his back, and preparing to come to power?

Originally, he was still wary of His Royal Highness the Holy Son of Shura, lest he know his hidden thoughts, and then directly clarified Yuyu and was set right.

But now it's different, not only the Holy Son, the "Taixuan Ancestor" he believes in, has abandoned him, but even this True Martial God has favored him, what does that Holy Son use to fight with him?

He himself and the Holy Son of Shura secretly competed with each other, and even the Holy Son himself was helping himself intentionally or unintentionally, so that his strength continued to improve.

Now with such a god plug-in, Feng Zhengyi suddenly realized that he seemed to have set his goal a little too small.

Just a Shura Holy Son, how can He De become his lifelong enemy?

Your eyes should have looked at the entire world, and even countless worlds outside the entire martial arts world!

After all, their advantage is so great!

"As long as I can go back...... In that case..."

At this point, Feng Zhengyi couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart, and suddenly even the wild giant next to him who didn't even have his own honorific title, Feng Zhengyi felt too pleasing to the eye.

Well, people always have to have a little bit of tolerance, right? That wild man is already so miserable, don't pour salt on him yourself.

However, this thing still knows that after all, this is the place where the gods of the True Martial God go to the house, and he can't tolerate his presumptuousness underneath, so he hasn't exposed his ugliness yet.

It's a pity that he didn't see it, and at the moment when this series of arrogant thoughts rolled through his heart, the True Martial God and the black-robed magistrate in this temple seemed to move slightly, and the eyes of the two of them who turned to him for a while were really meaningful.

"Cough, cough, cough ......" Suddenly, the magistrate interrupted Feng Zhengyi's countless reveries with a slight cough, and in his somewhat unhappy gaze, he saw that the magistrate casually took out some things from his black robe and placed them in front of them, "Everyone...... It's still the old rule, the one with the highest price wins. ”

At this moment, Feng Zhengyi's eyes were as if he wanted to be stared at to death, looking at the things that the local officials put in front of them, and they couldn't take off their eyes anymore.