Huang Dabao on the screen was smiling, and the huge sunglasses couldn't stop his bulging apple muscles.

"This weapon is of a peculiar nature, it is in the realm of illusion, and it can be used immediately after trial. ”

"If the probationer loses a weapon due to the trial, the Cabinet will not compensate him; if the probationer succeeds in the trial, it will be regarded as choosing a silver dragon thorn, thank you. ”

"The Silver Dragon Thorn Pavilion is priced at 1,000 purple gold coins. ”

......

Zhao Yun didn't know anything about Huang Dabao's explanation, and he was watching the silver dragon thorn in the "trial space" with a comfortable face.

As the head of the spear, it appears thin and slender, and there is a soaring silver dragon carving on each side, and the dragon's head is raised, and there is a feeling of killing if you don't agree with each other.

When Zhao Yun saw it for the first time, he couldn't help but have two words flowing through his mind, arrogant and sharp.

Its sharpness seems to be able to even cut its mind, and its arrogance is like a spear of integrity.

... This really feels like seven kills, and the previous cloud-piercing gun also seems to be a bit like seven kills, is it a combination or imitation...

Zhao Yunmo rubbed his chin and thought, sometimes looking at the silver dragon thorn, sometimes looking at the cloud piercing spear in his hand, and felt more and more that the former was getting more and more sharp, and the latter was getting more and more elegant and trembling.

... They're a good match... Well, anyway, it's a trial, I'll try...

He swept the slender silver spear in his hand, stretched out his other hand and grabbed at the silver dragon thorn.

In a flash, a silver dragon head appeared on the silver dragon thorn, and a dragon breath sprayed his face with dragon saliva, and the surprisingly real touch made Zhao Yun a little angry after being stunned.

... A weapon is still so proud, spit on me...

Picking up the spear, he wanted to smash it, but then he thought that he didn't seem to have to worry about a weapon, after all, there might be surveillance here, which was not good for his image.

... Never mind...

Raising his hand to wipe his face, he reached out again to take the silver dragon thorn, but this time he was very careful, but when his hand was about to touch the silver dragon thorn, the thin and slender silver dragon thorn trembled violently, and a small dragon rushed out, and a mouthful of dragon breath spewed out.

Xiao Longwei is full of power, but it is too small, and the breath of the dragon is like a sigh.

This dragon's breath looks as weak as a breath, but the effect is extremely strong. Zhao Yun didn't hit Xiaolong's mouth because he was prepared, but a stone mountain behind him was forced to dig out a hole the size of the plate, so frightened that Zhao Yun's hand stopped in the air with trembling, and he didn't dare to move again.

Seeing that Zhao Yun had finally stopped, Xiaolong nodded with satisfaction, then circled around Zhao Yun twice, and then circled around the cloud-piercing spear in his hand five or six times, and finally stopped in front of Zhao Yun, raised a dragon claw and pointed in a certain direction and roared at Zhao Yun a few times.

Zhao Yun was frightened, staying there and not knowing what to do, but the little dragon was impatient, and he roared a few times, and the raised dragon claw pointed in the same direction.

Zhao Yun instantly comprehended that this was to let him get out, and he was disheartened and lowered his head and lowered his face and dragged through the cloud spear to turn around and walk away, but within two steps, the little dragon flew over again, and a dragon's tail flung above his head, and the powerful force directly slapped him down.

Zhao Yun was very unhappy at this moment, he couldn't remember how many times he had been lying on his stomach today, he was a great god from all walks of life before, but now he is just a small dragon with a weapon spirit, it is really unbearable.

He got up with a bone, his hands were full of energy, and when he raised his gun, he slammed into the little dragon with a coiling dragon marksmanship.

As if he knew his marksmanship, as soon as he moved, the little dragon flew back a few meters, and roared again with its claws pointing in the direction.

... Uh, it wasn't for me to get out... It's for me to go over there and have a look...

Zhao Yun finally reacted, and his face flushed faintly.

He walked in the direction of the little dragon and saw a luxurious bath full of elf style, bursts of white mist rising, completely enveloping the entire bath, and completely invisible at a slight distance.

Zhao Yun mustered up his energy, blew away some of the white mist on the bath, and saw a stone plaque standing by the pool, which read:

"Whoever touches the thorn of the silver dragon will defile his body and contain his spirit, so whoever wants to get the thorn of the silver dragon should wash the dirt in this pool, wash the hands of the men, and bathe the women. ”

Men wash their hands, women bathe?

Zhao Yun couldn't help but have the cognition of the dragon nature in the fantasy novel in his heart, and it seems that such a basic setting is the same on the Iron Egg Star.

Since he was just washing his hands, there was no need to talk nonsense, Zhao Yun bent down and put his hands in the pool and rubbed them vigorously.

It's strange to say, he only felt that after washing it for a while, the dirty thoughts that had just risen in his heart were actually weakened, the skin on his hands became more delicate and fair, and even his heart began to have no sorrow or joy, and he was enlightened.

This pool is really powerful, Zhao Yun sighed in admiration, and rubbed it a few more times to get up, Xiaolong flew over, pointed at his cloud-piercing spear and roared a few times, as if asking him to wash the gun too.

Zhao Yun picked up the Cloud Piercing Spear and soaked it in the pool, but suddenly felt that the liquid in the pool became fluctuating, and the white mist in the air began to roll continuously, so frightened that he wanted to withdraw immediately, but he couldn't pull out the Cloud Piercing Spear even with force.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed behind him, bringing out a wisp of blood from his arm and plunging headlong into the pool.

Zhao Yun only felt a pain in his arm, and then he saw that the silver dragon thorn that had just been put well actually sucked his blood and flew into the pool, and it was immediately attached to the head of the cloud piercing spear.

Zhao Yun had countless horses galloping in his heart, he found that he didn't know what was going on at all, and he didn't know how to deal with it, he could only kneel on the edge of the pool in a daze, bend down and hold the cloud piercing gun in both hands, watching the liquid in the pool form a vortex with the cloud piercing gun as the core, and occasionally one drop or two drops of liquid bounced up and hit him in the face in the rotation.

He wanted to get up, but his hands were stuck to the Cloud Piercing Spear and he couldn't move, and the Cloud Piercing Spear was pulled by the liquid in the pool and couldn't move, so his lower body could move, but his upper body still couldn't move.

After Zhao Yun gave the pool two hours of kneeling, the water in the pool dried up, the silver dragon that flew into it pierced and disappeared, and the cloud-piercing spear changed.

The original slender body of the spear became stronger, and the head of the spear became the shape of a silver dragon thorn, and the dragon-shaped carving that was originally on the silver dragon thorn spread to the body of the gun, forming a carving of the spear body of the double dragon soaring. The originally flat-headed tail grabbing has become a dragon's tail, straight as a spike.

Zhao Yun got up, during which his feet were paralyzed and fell back several times, and finally stood up by the changed cloud-piercing gun.

He looked at the gun in his hand and thought silently in his heart:

... Perhaps, he should be called the Silver Dragon Lance...

Suddenly, an electronic synthesized sound sounded in the space:

"It was detected that the silver dragon thorn stored in this space had disappeared, and according to the rules of use of this space, it was determined that Zhao Yun had successfully received the item. ”

"In view of the fact that Zhao Yun has a quota for receiving weapons, but the Cloud Piercing Spear that he has handled for rental has disappeared, and it disappeared earlier than the Silver Dragon Thorn, it is determined that Zhao Yun has confirmed to receive the Cloud Piercing Gun and used the quota for receiving it. ”

"According to the regulations, the purchase fee of 1,000 purple gold coins of Zhao Yun, the recipient of the Silver Dragon Thorn, will be deducted, and according to Zhao Yun's past consumption records, this transaction will automatically handle high-interest loans. ”

"The settlement is as follows, Zhao Yun handled a high-interest loan of 1,000 yuan, exchanged it for the cloud piercing gun, and there is still one cheats left. ”

"In the end, if Zhao Yun can successfully obtain the fifth-layer artifact, there is no additional fee for the artifact. All the circumstances have been announced, forcing Zhao Yun to leave this space. ”

"Bang" Zhao Yun's eyes shook, and he had already returned to the Treasure Pavilion platform, holding the mutated silver dragon spear in one hand and two data cables in the other, and in front of him was Huang Dabao on the screen tirelessly explaining the exchange rules of the silver dragon thorn over and over again.

... I'm @#¥%& you Huang Dabao!

Zhao Yun felt that he was very aggrieved, and the silver dragon spear in his hand also seemed to be hateful, and a wave of anger rose from the soles of his feet.

He raised the silver dragon spear, looked around, and saw that he was about to smash something with the silver dragon spear, and suddenly an electronic synthesis sound sounded again:

"Detecting that Zhao Yun has obvious destructive feelings, the first warning is hereby given, if Zhao Yun deliberately damages any of the facilities of this cabinet, he will be compensated five times the price, and if he refuses to compensate, the elder group of this cabinet will authorize the law enforcement team to enforce it. ”

The raised silver dragon spear stopped in the air, and then slowly turned over, and the tail of the spear rubbed against Zhao Yun's back, as if Zhao Yun was just scratching his back when he raised the gun.

And the silver dragon spear that has just evolved, the tail of the gun has become a sharp dragon tail, and this tick, Zhao Yun's cheap Yinglan coat has been scrapped.