After Jiang Feng woke up, Zhang Mochen stayed in the room that Jiang Tiansheng had arranged for him before. Huandaomen is worthy of being one of the best forces in Qingquan Town, it can be refracted from the room layout alone, the red sandalwood furniture of all colors exudes a faint fragrance, the embroidered curtains and bed tents are as soft as clouds, in the dead of night, the candlelight is swaying, it is really comfortable to be alone in this room, but at this time, a slight footstep came from outside the door.

The footsteps sounded a little hesitant, but there was a soft knock on the door.

"Brother Mochen, are you resting?"

Zhang Mochen opened the door with a slight hesitation, and a fragrant breeze drifted in, and the brilliance of the silver moon sprinkled on Jiang Wei's body, making the light blue dress more beautiful, like a fairy in the heavenly palace, elegant and cold.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Zhang Mochen with a smile.

"Hmm!" Jiang Wei said lightly, but her big eyes never dared to raise and look directly.

Nodding his head, Jiang Wei was let into the room, and Zhang Mochen sat opposite through the candlestick.

Some things are tacit, in the dead of night, lonely men and widows, even if Zhang Mochen doesn't have that mind, he feels a little embarrassed.

The silence made this embarrassment worse, and the candle that had been making a 'poof' sound from time to time was also silent at this time, and I am afraid that this will drop a needle and you can hear the feeling of a landslide and the ground cracking.

Jiang Wei, who has always been lively and cheerful, clenched her fists tightly, her palms slippery, obviously nervous to the point of sweating, and after a while, she finally took out a golden card and put it down on the table.

"Brother Mochen, I really can't ask for this memory card, you better take it back. Meimu raised slightly, and immediately retracted after briefly meeting Zhang Mochen's gaze, Jiang Wei said softly.

It looked a little contrived to shove it back again, Zhang Mochen took back the memory card, and said with a light smile: "Okay, when there are good things in the future, my brother will buy them and give them to you." ”

"Well, okay! Then, I'll go back first!" Smiling slightly, Jiang Wei got up and walked towards the door.

'Squeak' The door opened, Jiang Wei stepped lightly over the threshold with her right foot, she wanted to turn back, but she didn't dare, just when she was reluctant, Zhang Mochen's voice sounded.

"Wait a minute!"

Retracting her right foot and turning around happily, Jiang Wei plucked up the courage to raise her beautiful eyes, but the face on the other side, which had become more angular because of her back to the candlelight, made her heart skip a beat.

"Mo, Brother Mochen still has something?"

"What, I can't stop the daytime, Brother Jiu's mouth is unstoppable, you, don't forget to go in your heart. Zhang Mochen pouted and said.

"Haha, Wei'er is not a careful person, Brother Mochen don't worry, rest early. Sticking out her tongue, Jiang Wei smiled playfully, and then turned around and walked out of the door, but the moment she turned around, the corners of her mouth that had been raised suddenly drooped.

Seeing the door closed, Zhang Mochen breathed a long sigh of relief, how could he not know the girl's thoughts, but the falling flowers were ruthless and could not delay others.

It was late at night, and sleepiness gradually appeared, Zhang Mochen walked to the side of the bed, opened the curtain, and stretched the soft futon.

"This Nizi is also an ancient spirit, she looks quite simple, but she is actually very shrewd. With his arms on the back of his head, recalling the scene on Qiankun Street during the day, Zhang Mochen chuckled and muttered to himself.

However, in the next second, the body that had been relaxed tensed up again, and Zhang Mochen got up from the bed in a hurry.

"I almost forgot!"

Because of the events of the day and the news brought by Zheng Tai, Zhang Mochen forgot all about the rusty piece of iron, and if it wasn't for Jiang Wei's late night visit, he wouldn't have remembered it at all.

Under the candlelight, the thought came out, and a piece of iron, which was not much bigger than a palm, immediately appeared in Zhang Mochen's hand, but after turning it over and over several times, the interest on his face gradually weakened.

Flicked it with his fingers, and the iron made a sound that was neither crisp nor muffled, extremely ordinary, and Zhang Mochen's eyebrows were full of disappointment.

"Nothing special, it seems like I'm overthinking

Throwing the iron block on the table, Zhang Mochen gasped at the corner of his mouth, and his little finger was pulled out by the raised rust spot on the iron.

"Hehe, it seems that there is a bloody disaster!" sucked the wound with his mouth, Zhang Mochen laughed at himself, stood up and stretched his waist and walked towards the bed, however, before the foot that took the step landed, the whole person froze.

Frozen in place, the afterglow was focused, a trace of blood spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the original rusty iron was red, as if it had been quenched, and under the crimson, the ancient inscriptions appeared from time to time, and a vigorous breath continued to emanate to the surroundings.

"This ......"

After a short period of consternation, there was crazy joy, what else could such an aura be besides a magic weapon? Zhang Mochen carefully picked up the iron block with the red light undercurrent, his hands trembling because of excitement.

Rare is precious, the magic weapon is not only small in quantity, but also self-evident in efficacy, which is the treasure that all the Yuan people pursue all their lives. The magic weapon has nothing to do with the attribute of the yuan force, and the same level fights, and the existence of the magic weapon and the level play a decisive role.

The magic weapon can establish a mental connection with the Yuan, unless the Yuan falls, it will become an ownerless thing, otherwise, forcibly deprived, the Yuan will be hit to varying degrees.

There are three levels of magic weapons, to yin, to yang and gods, and each level has three levels, which can be divided into offensive magic weapons, defensive magic weapons and auxiliary magic weapons.

As the name suggests, aggressive magic weapons are mainly attacking. Defensive magic weapons are mainly defensive. Although auxiliary magic weapons cannot directly attack or defend, their effects are often greater, such as magic weapons that can control time, and slow down the opponent's speed when fighting, then victory is undoubtedly to probe and take things.

And at the moment, this piece of iron is a defensive attribute, although it is a low-level Yin magic weapon, but Zhang Mochen is like a treasure.

The thought was issued, erasing the last trace of divine thought left by the previous master, Zhang Mochen and the iron block successfully established a mental connection, and at the same time, four big characters appeared in his mind.

'Via Cable'!!

discovered the mystery of the iron block, and the old man's abnormal finger raising made Zhang Mochen feel more and more strange, I don't know if the other party was waiting for him on purpose, or if he was really lucky to pick up the treasure. If it is the former, then what is the old man's intention?

The more his thoughts dispersed, and the mystery became bigger and bigger, Zhang Mochen patted his cheek and quickly calmed down.

"Whatever, anyway, this magic weapon is mine now!"

Putting aside distracting thoughts and calming down, Zhang Mochen held the iron in his hand and felt it with his heart, and the upward arc of the corners of his mouth became more and more exaggerated.

"Good guy, with such a strong defense, I'm afraid that even the full force of General Dacheng's blow can be blocked. ”

The world of the jungle is complex, but it is also very simple, that is, to live, as long as you live, the dilemma can be counterattacked, and the defeat can be reversed.

With Zhang Mochen's current strength, if all the means are out, even if he wins or loses against the high-level generals, this is already the limit, and this magic weapon undoubtedly gives Zhang Mochen another life-saving hole card, and it is a big card.

Taking the iron back into the Qiankun bag, Zhang Mochen took a deep breath and tried to calm the excitement in his heart, and the eyes printed with red candles also became more tenacious and confident.

Lying back on the bed, Zhang Mochen couldn't sleep, not only because he was excited to get the magic weapon, but also because of the imminent battle, until Zheng Tai's knock on the door sounded, he jumped off the bed in a hurry.

In front of the Ring Knife Gate, more than 20 figures stood upright in the wind, a chain of big knives with handles was shining under the bath of the early sun, and the air above was also a little vacuum because of the coercion that was slowly emanating, and the strongest elites of the Ring Knife Gate were all here.

Jiang Feng had recovered a lot, and took Jiang Wei and a group of people to see everyone off.

"Brother, wait for your triumph and don't get drunk and don't return!"

Zhang Mochen smiled and nodded, "Okay!"

Jin Lian moved slightly, her red lips moved slightly, but Jiang Wei still didn't have the courage to stand up, but Zhang Mochen cast a smiling gaze.

"Sister, take care of the house!"

Jiang Wei smiled shyly and nodded slightly.

The road to this place must be full of difficulties and dangers, Jiang Tiansheng walked to Jiang Feng's side and explained, and then stared at the three big words of 'Huandao Gate' above the gate, here is his life's work.

"Mochen, let's go. After a while, Jiang Tiansheng turned around and walked over, the reluctance in his eyes had disappeared, only the coldness and tenacity before the war.

Nodding, Zhang Mochen bowed slightly to Jiang Feng and the others, and then jumped on the horse.

However, just when everyone was ready to go, Zheng Tai made another decision that made people speechless.

"Old ten, I haven't enjoyed the last gladiatorial fight, come!" Let everyone disperse, Zheng Tai pulled out the tiger's head knife and pointed directly at Zhang Mochen on horseback.

"Brother Jiu, don't make trouble, the helper is still waiting for us!" A few black lines instantly pulled down his forehead, and Zhang Mochen said speechlessly.

"I've been waiting all night, I don't care about this meeting, get off the horse and fight with me, otherwise I'm afraid I won't have a chance. Everyone's eyes were surprised, but Zheng Tai still looked serious.

For a martial idiot like Zheng Tai, life and death don't matter, what he is afraid of is that his wish has not been fulfilled before he dies, and the duel with Zhang Mochen is his heart attack.

Zheng Tai's words made everyone's strange eyes become serious, this time to seize the treasure, no one can guarantee that they will come out alive, since the ending cannot be predicted, then do the important thing now.

Everyone retreated a few meters back, leaving only Zhang Mochen and Zheng Tai in the open space in front of the door.

Jumping off the horse's back, Zhang Mochen's face also became serious, his right foot rubbed the ground and moved half a step sideways, making a 'come' gesture to Zheng Tai.

"Brother Jiu, have a good time today!"

"Haha, good!"

Zheng Tai looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and when the laughter stopped, the tiger's head knife roared and turned, and the thick aura suddenly exploded, and after his feet slammed on the ground, it was like a sharp arrow shot upwards and rushed out.

The coercion rolled up like a knife and the wind blew away all the black silk on his head, the soles of his feet rotated on the ground for half a minute, Zhang Mochen's eyebrows sank sharply, and he stepped on a spiderweb-like crack and rose into the air.

The two figures collided in mid-air, and there was no gorgeous meta-technique, but it was dazzling, because the speed of the two sides was too fast, so that people couldn't see it clearly.

The sound of a powerful collision accompanied the two falling from the air, and when the two pairs of feet just landed, Zheng Tai snorted and flew backwards against the ground.

The tiger's head knife was plunged into the ground, leaving a long mark in front of Zheng Tai's body, but fortunately he stabilized his retreat, but a palm print on his chest was particularly eye-catching.

"Come on, come again!"

Compared with Zheng Tai, Zhang Mochen only took half a step back, and he took a step forward with a strong fighting spirit, and shouted boldly.

The confrontation of the strong can be described as pleasing to the eye, even Jiang Tiansheng has this feeling, Zheng Tai obviously fell into the disadvantage, but no one dares to despise him, there are many people who can go through so many moves under Zhang Mochen, but there are very few generals.

However, just when everyone thought that Zheng was going to fight again, he put away the tiger's head sword, jumped on the horse's back and whipped away, leaving only a light curse.

"it, you wicked!"