Long Zheng raised his eyes slightly, saw the thing in the man's hand, couldn't help but stand up straight, and said in surprise: "Demon refining pot!"

Seeing Long Zheng's reaction, the masked man laughed excitedly: "Hehe, what's the matter? I'm surprised? That's right, this is the long-lost demon refining pot that you can't find, it's in my hand now!"

Wei Qing also turned around, only to see that the masked man was holding a palm-sized dark purple clay pot in his hand, of course, if that pot was also an artifact, the clay used to make it must not be ordinary. It's just that Wei Qing suddenly felt a little familiar when he looked at it, how could the shape of this demon refining pot look so similar to the stone scoop pot in the Mansheng Eighteen Style.

The masked man's eyes turned between Long Zheng and Wei Qing, narrowed his eyes, and said more happily: "Nuwa Stone, Xuanyuan Sword, Fu Xiqin, Kongtong Yin...... Hahahaha, two people, four ancient artifacts, it really didn't take much effort to get it, I really earned it!"

Long Zheng blocked Wei Qing behind him, turned around and whispered to Wei Qing: "Stand here, don't move no matter what happens." ”

Wei Qing frowned and wanted to follow Long Zheng forward, but she changed her mind again, she couldn't help in this situation now, so she listened to Long Zheng's words and waited here not moving, so as not to drag him back.

Long Zheng stretched out his hand behind his back, slowly pulled out his long sword, and walked calmly towards the black-clothed masked man in front of him step by step. Wei Qing stood behind him and looked at him quietly. It was the first time she had seen the Excalibur at such a close distance, with such slow movements. It should have been a golden thousand-year-old sword, I don't know if it was because I was worried that the golden yellow was too ostentatious, or something else, the golden yellow that should have been dazzling was covered with a layer of quaint black, which made this sword even more mysterious and low-key. Looking closely, one side of the sword is engraved with the ever-changing sun, moon and stars in the universe, and on the other side, the mountains, rivers, grass and trees on the earth, the vicissitudes of the sea. With just one sword, it is already all-encompassing, and the sword qi wielded swallows mountains and rivers.

The owner of this eternal sword is Long Zheng, and on the surface, he is just the leader of a small and famous tomb robbery organization in the tomb robbery circle.

Wei Qing's heart suddenly moved, and the answer to a question that had been bothering her was about to come out. However, her attention at the moment was completely focused on the tense atmosphere between Long Zheng and the masked man, and by the time she realized it again, the answer was already like a slight breeze, and she had long since lost sight of where it had gone.

"Hehe, I should really thank you, and I am glad that I am lucky. It's really rare to be able to fight with the No. 1 master of the Three Realms. If I can defeat you, then I will not only get the artifact, but also the title of the number one master, haha, I will not lose money. The man smiled obscenely, and after laughing, he also glanced sideways at Wei Qing behind Long Zheng.

Long Zheng turned sideways to block Wei Qing tightly, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, you think it's quite beautiful." It's just, are you the Ancient Divine Soldier in my hand an ornament?"

The masked man's eyes were as wide as copper bells: "Then try, your Xuanyuan Sword or my Demon Refining Pot, which is better!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the figure disappeared, and a whirlwind swept the dust, and the wind swept through, and everywhere was destroyed, and it was a mess. Long Zheng was calm and composed, and when the wind was about to come to him, he turned around and jumped up, stepped on the stone wall of the stone house that was still on his side, and jumped into the center of the whirlpool with his strength. Immediately afterward, several swords and swords came muffled from inside, and I don't know what the battle situation was in the whirlpool set off by the wind.

Seeing this, Wei Qing was stunned, and he was anxious to step forward to see what was going on. However, when she had just taken a few steps forward, she bumped into something. She frowned and rubbed her sore forehead, and looked closely, but she couldn't see anything in front of her that was holding her back. She slowly reached out and tried to touch it forward. There was something in front of her at the moment, but it was transparent, invisible but tangible, like a wall, flat and smooth, just enough to separate her from the destructive wind.

What is this thing? When did it appear? Did Long Zheng tell her to stay still, could it be that this transparent wall was made by Long Zheng? to protect her from his battle with the masked man?

Long Zheng, who is he?

However, no matter who he is or what he is, even if he is a zongzi, he is good to her, she has eyes, feelings, can see, and warmth into her heart. Wei Qing suddenly felt that Long Zheng should have feelings for her, different from Wei Yu and Feng Xiao for her, he should like her between men and women. She is very familiar with this kind of feeling, because she is not for him.

If this time, they can escape from this strange and changing submarine tomb together, they may be able to give it a try. Even if she is a terrible female zongzi, as long as she finds all the ancient artifacts, she can use the artifacts to restore herself to a normal person, live a normal life, and enjoy the same feelings that a normal person should have.

I don't know what kind of expression he will have when she takes his hand and says the emotions hidden in her heart with a flushed face. Perhaps, after all things are over, they can find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and simple folk customs to hold hands and leisurely settle down for the rest of their lives.

So, Long Zheng, we must live.

It didn't take long for the wind to disperse, and two figures gradually appeared in the smoke. Wei Qing watched nervously, one person was bent over, clutching his chest, looking very painful, while the other person was standing holding an ancient sword, with a dignified demeanor. She thought to herself that the person holding the ancient sword and having a dragon tattoo on the left side of her face was the person she liked, she would be his female zongzi, and he was a tomb robber who belonged to her.

"Hehe," the masked man touched the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and smiled solemnly: "It is worthy of being the number one master who makes Shura jealous, but I am still alive, and I haven't used the demon refining pot in my hand yet, and it's not over yet." He looked up at Long Zheng with a cold light in his eyes.

Long Zheng's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he replied: "The Demon Refining Pot is different from other artifacts, and it cannot be recognized. If it is not well controlled, it will backfire on the person who wields the artifact. If you open the demon refining pot rashly, you will surely die. ”

"Hehe, but if you sacrifice one of me, solve the two of you, and my companion will get five artifacts together, this transaction is not a loss at all. ”

Wei Qing had already seen the flame mark on the masked man, and when she heard what he said, she just wanted to ask how much money Fan Huo had given him, and let him die for them!

But before Wei Qing could ask, as soon as the masked man's words fell, he suddenly lifted the lid of the demon refining pot in his hand!

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