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The leather bag hanging from Zhang Mengmeng's waist suddenly exploded into pieces, and the 29 low-grade treasure lancets inside soared into the air, flying straight towards the silver dust, and then quietly stopped within a kilometer of the silver dust, as if ready to engulf the murderous swarm of the incoming invaders at any time.

Silver Dust stretched out a finger in unison, and black flames erupted from the 29 lancets, which were the hideous power of the remnant soul.

At this time, Yinchen couldn't care about Zhang Mengmeng, who was completely frightened, as if he was hinted at or even forced by some mysterious force, he recited the following incantation:

“assisthackin”

The ground beneath his feet is slightly loose. A pair of delicate and delicate crimson axes floated up from Silver Dust's feet and stopped in mid-air. Silver Dust closed his eyes and saw fate. In front of his eyes came a three-dimensional image of the two small axes, as well as various codes of teeth and claws.

"An axe with a fire attribute that can fly......? Mysterious Weapon?" Silver Dust reopened his eyes, and his silver-colored pupils were full of streamers flying by, as if leading to a time-space tunnel to the other world: "Probably someone who died here before, right......? Anyway, how many monks have been killed in this world, and how many weapons are buried in the thick soil......" Yinchen couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this, and the seventh-degree king who sprayed Horcruxes from every soul path node in his body appeared in his mind......

Yinchen only felt that the chrysanthemum tightened, and he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a scorpion near that guy's chrysanthemum.

"I don't want to be a prince, I don't want a bento!" Yinchen roared in a low voice as he ran towards Zhang Mengmeng, as soon as he moved, the various weapons suspended in the thin air around him also moved with him.

......

After enough play, Du Chuanchang enjoyed letting the maids use their tongues to help him clean his somewhat filthy body, and his figure was perfect, as perfect as the most ideal sculpture of the god of war. He was six and a half feet tall and muscular, but it was clearly not the explosive high bulge, but a sturdy figure with very well-proportioned and smooth lines. The length of his hands and legs is just right, and even the length of each finger is in the golden ratio, his appearance is more handsome than Wan Jianxin, Liang Yunguang and others, and his facial features are a little tougher than Wan Jianxin. His eyes were as bright as stars, his sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns, and his black hair was tied back casually, but it was more attractive than Wan Jianxin's intricate hairstyle, whether it was a man or a woman. There is no part of his body that is not finely crafted by nature, one more is too fat, one less is too thin, his body has been soaked in thousands of anti-poisonous herbs from the outside to the inside, it is the most perfect sample that human beings can find so far, the most standard model, of course, he himself, is not the most perfect human being.

He was in broad daylight, in the gradually low and dull twilight, in front of countless righteous demons and demons, he was very confident in his body, so he was not afraid of others to see, no matter men or women, they would be ashamed of themselves when they saw his body.

He put on a thin armor that looked like python skin mixed with some kind of natural light metal (natural aluminum), and the whole armor was estimated to weigh no more than a large cotton jacket. In addition to this pair of silver and green armor, he easily put on a dark green luxurious robe, the silver lines on the robe are genuine silver, embroidered rows of large flowers and plants, not only did not make his heroic appearance shrink by half a point, but added a layer of elegant atmosphere. After putting it on, the chief disciple of the Poisonous Dragon Sect turned into a personable noble son, if he could have an extra folding fan, it would be even more perfect.

Sure enough, a maid handed her a folding fan, and with a bang, the folding fan unfolded, but it was a picture of the Spring Palace, and the picture on it was enough to make any daughter with a bit of shame blush. Several female disciples of the Interpretation Sect who had just been abused and played with by him all turned their heads one after another, not to look at the "shocking" picture of the Spring Palace. Although the pattern is not very easy to accept, but the experts who really know the goods, for example, have been squatting next to the side and want to rub some "leftovers" Demon Dao old bird, Zhen Duoshi, the master of Tianyi Jubao Pavilion, glanced at the paper fan, and the eyeballs were like being attracted by a permanent magnet and could not be moved away, not for anything else, because he knew the painting on the fan, but 350 years ago, one of the few rare paintings of Lianyun Jushi, the holy hand of the painting world, "The Beautiful Picture of Good Spring Opera" , and nine out of ten are genuine works, but they are not high-imitation fakes made by those hidden masters in Luo Min City. Lianyun Jushi Seiko figures, love to depict ladies and actresses, there are not many hand-me-down paintings, the most famous one of "Baimei Walking Green Long Scroll" is now hanging on the main wall of the queen's bedroom in a grand manner, which shows how valuable his paintings are.

Zhen Duoshi stared at the thin fan tightly, eager to pounce on it and swallow it in his stomach, while racking his brains to think of some exquisite sycophants. He didn't dare to act rashly, and said that Du Chuanchang was really poisonous enough to pierce the intestines, and a sycophant who didn't shoot accurately annoyed the young master, and he would definitely call you his way unconsciously - unless you can never get within three feet of him in your life.

Zhen Duoshi is making an idea here, and Du Chuanchang over there will not wait for him to be a demon Dao Xiaomisan's sycophant. Du Chuanchang shook the treasure fan in his hand, closed it with a snap, and then took it into his arms with a cherished heart, and it could be seen that he was a master who cherished things. Then he took the last two things from the maid's hand, his weapon.

It was a pair of fists, or iron claws. Worn on the hand like an iron glove, the five fingers move freely, but from the back of the hand extends rootless and narrow spikes, each spike is flashing with red, yellow and green light, this is the color of the Poison Dragon Sect's unique Gangfeng, known as the "Three Flavors of Shengang", in fact, because of the extraction of various poisons and become mixed and impure, it is also a kind of so-called divine skill that is despised by the righteous path. The power of this kind of magic skill is very weak, but the toxicity and corrosiveness are very strong, a little careless, although it will not be immediately fatal, but people can't survive and die, it is better to be directly burned by the wind and thunder of the Gangfeng to be more comfortable.

Du Chuanchang's iron claws, called "Hundred Gu Divine Thorns", a proper treasure spiritual weapon, is also the highest quality treasure that can be obtained by the younger generation of masters, the genus of the mysterious weapon, only the elders of each sect are qualified to wear and use, do not mess up the identity, the genus of the holy weapon, the rise and fall of the customs sect, generally speaking, even the head does not dare to take it out to show off. In short, under normal circumstances, even an elite-level young monk would only carry a spiritual weapon at most.

After Du Chuanchang finished dressing, he walked out of the gate of the camp alone, walking alone towards a group of people on the right path, his steps were steady and strong, and every step was filled with the beauty of a work of art, attracting the attention of all women in both good and evil. He didn't squint, and walked straight in the direction of Wan Jianxin.

Wan Kenshin drank the last sip of wine and threw the cup away. Then he turned over, and in the face of this "old enemy" who was both physically and mentally poisonous, he was very casual, even so casual that the other party walked into the range of his body, and his hand had not yet been placed on the hilt of the sword.

"Senior Brother Wan, I haven't seen you for a long time. Du Chuanchang slowly spoke word by word, and at the same time stopped four feet and six inches in front of Wan Jianxin's body, and stood up straight into the shape of a javelin. These monks, who are really well versed in the way of fighting and killing, will not be like those rookies in the Peiyuan period, when they see the enemy, they first tuck their shoulders and lower their waists, and pull out the posture, because by the time you adjust your posture, you have already been staggered by the enemy.

"Yes, why are you the only one? It's too much to underestimate our righteous path, right?" Wan Jianxin said casually, there was no trace of anger in his tone, as if he was underestimating his opponent, of course, he really didn't take the person in front of him seriously in his heart.

"Isn't the deity here to catch up with Senior Brother Wan?" Du Chuanchang spread his hands slightly, and his tone became relaxed, as if he was still desperately trying to kill the other party two years ago, but now he has become a pair of friends who have not seen each other for many years: "The world is impermanent, and the past is embarrassing! Senior Brother Wan was in Jiuyunling in the Yandang Mountain Range, what a beautiful scene, he actually dared to go against the master of the stick, and even received a punch from the master of the stick who the deity couldn't provoke, the deity really admired!" But in the blink of an eye, now, Senior Brother Wan has actually been sent to be a pioneer (cannon fodder) to probe the truth of our Hundred Demon Dao Sects? This value has dropped too quickly, right?

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful!