readx;? Black Star Iron is not strong, it is not as hard and tough as ordinary black iron, as long as it is a black iron life, it is not difficult to tear Black Star Iron with bare hands, but the fact that Black Star Iron can carry space debris makes its value precious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the wild boar came from a humble background, he also recognized the royal seal mark on the black star iron box, and let the brothers in the gang see it, knowing that this black star iron box does not look big, but the space it carries is huge, and one box can carry ten thousand people's rations for ten days.

Send all the brothers out of the gang and order them not to show their heads these days, and the boar sits alone on the top box, struggling.

What can make a foundry, who is not short of money at all, spend all his heart to obtain must be a wealth that he can hardly imagine, and now this wealth sits under his boar's ass.

Ruiwen Nalong lost patience with Zhou Mo, her blue eyes wandered, and she no longer looked at Zhou Mo.

"The words have been said, if you insist on this, His Highness will not be able to save you, if you don't fight to the death for His Highness, you and I will be clear. ”

With a decision in his heart, Ruiwen-Naron brought back his mask, and there was no trace of tenderness in his words, it was completely condescending and indifferent.

Zhou Mo bowed slightly, did not react, still kept a smile on his face, and said:

"It's all up to Her Royal Highness the Princess, and Zhou Mo has no objection. ”

Ruiwen-Nalong seemed to lose all interest in Zhou Mo the moment she made up her mind, and she didn't look at Zhou Mo when she heard the words, but just nodded slightly at Qianshu.

The delicate and graceful eyes quietly glanced at Zhou Mo, then gritted his teeth lightly, and lowered his head.

After a while, the spokesperson of Ruiwen under the arena gave the specific information of the third duel, which was very simple, it was just a physical life duel, and even the specific level was not explained.

Zhou Mo turned around from the railing, bowed slightly to Ruiwen-Nalong, and said:

"Your Highness, let Zhoumo go and prepare. The dark eyes were silent, as if they didn't know what Reven-Naron meant.

Ruiwen Nalong sat on the soft chair, just nodded his fingers, and agreed to Zhou Mo's request, the old man who had been guarding the door turned sideways slightly, and let Zhou Mo walk out of the box.

As soon as he got out of the box, Zhou Mo's face became serious, he realized that he expected that Ruiwen Nalong would definitely turn his face, but he didn't expect this woman to be so decisive and ruthless, and she turned her face ruthlessly to the extreme.

There is no need to solve the matter like this, with the wisdom of Ruiwen Nalong, it will not be clear that sending Zhou Mo to death will not be of any benefit to her, at this time, it is the right solution to take Zhou Mo and ask where those treasures are hidden.

However, Ruiwen-Naron didn't care about those treasures at all, and directly sent Zhou Mo to an almost death-defying duel.

Zhou Mo's fingertips were slightly numb, that woman's mind was beyond his expectations, if she wanted to get out of this big arena alive today, there were only two ways out, one was to give in to Ruiwen Nalong and hand over those things.

The corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a sarcastic smile, Zhou Mo laughed at himself, things have come to this point, the plan is almost complete, how can he give up easily?

As for the second one, the only way to fight for your life is to fight for your life, and use the knife in your hand to fight your way out of the sky.

Zhou Mo had made up his mind in his heart, raised his head slightly, and just saw a noble man about thirty years old, walking towards the box where Ruiwen Nalong was.

Hurriedly walked up, it seemed to be in a hurry, his shoulder collided slightly with the noble man, Zhou Mo made an apologetic gesture and suppressed the noble man's right hand that wanted to raise his defense, and then smiled apologetically and left in a hurry.

Baron Yongou had heard of Zhou Mo for a long time, and now when he saw the man with black hair and black eyes, he knew that it was Zhou Mo, and saw that he was acting in a hurry and in a hurry, so he couldn't help but look down a little in his heart, came to the door of the box, and knocked on the door:

"Please see Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”

Ruiwen Nalong sat on the soft chair, as if she had not heard the invitation outside the door, her blue eyes were slightly dull at the moment when Zhou Mo walked out of the box, and the wind blew away, and there was a little more dazed.

"Your Highness?" Chen Yang leaned over slightly, whispering in Ruiwen-Nalong's ear.

Ruiwen-Nalong's blue eyes regained focus, the breath on her body became cold and hard, and she nodded slightly.

Chenyang walked over, opened the door, saw Baron Yongou, smiled and saluted, put his fingers on his lower abdomen, and shook it slightly.

Baron Yongou's face sank slightly, nodded politely to Chenyang, and then walked in front of Ruiwen-Nalong, and was just about to kneel down on one knee when he heard Ruiwen-Nalon's voice sound:

"The morning water prison has been confined for seven days, and Baron Yongou will not go to Baishan Castle to ask for a meeting from now on!"

The water prison in the sea kingdom, ordinary people will die one day when they enter, it is the life of black iron, and in seven of them, whether they can survive depends on the will of heaven.

Baishan Castle is the favorite place of His Majesty the Sea King, and most of the government affairs of the Sea Kingdom are handled in Baishan Castle.

Chenyang knelt down on the spot with a puff, his long golden hair spread on the ground, his whole body trembled, but he didn't dare to explain a word.

Baron Yongou had made a great contribution, and he wanted to show his face in front of Her Royal Highness the Princess, but he didn't expect that before he could say a word, a thunderbolt had already fallen on his head.

"Get out of here!" Reven-Naron's big red cloak unfurled violently, and the fire of the elves escaped, quite furious.

The old man in the pointed high hat on the side, his eyes were slightly condensed, and with a slight wave of his hand, Chenyang and Baron Yongou were swept out of the box.

"Your Highness, your emotions are a little out of control!"

The old man's voice was kind and full of care.

Reven-Naron fell softly on the soft chair, the coldness on Fang Cai's body disappeared, and her blue eyes looked at the sky blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

While Ruiwen-Nalong's heart was in turmoil, Zhou Mo struggled in pain and despair.

A rainbow-shaped scimitar gradually took shape in Zhou Mo's hand, and every inch of Zhou Mo's skin trembled all over his body, and every muscle fiber was moaning.

The skin's Mithril is getting darker and darker, the luster is getting more and more shiny, and even fine textures are beginning to appear on the surface of the skin.

After a while, on the blade of the knife, the rainbow scimitar full of chrysanthemum patterns condensed into substance, Zhou Mo held the handle of the knife, leaned against the wall, struggled to stand up again, and another ball of light began to materialize in his hand.

A long knife began to condense, and Zhou Mo tried to materialize two pieces of equipment one after another for the first time.

The embodiment of the Death Knife Talon Mithril Peak Template has exhausted Zhou Mo, and his nerves are still numb, but in order to survive, Zhou Mo is ruthless, and the experience of Baron Yongou, who has just been copied, has begun to materialize!

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