"Refined by your Demon Court's weapon refining master?"
Di Jiang frowned and glanced at the magic weapons in the hands of the demon saints one by one.
With Di Jiang's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that these magic weapons were extraordinary.
But the problem is, he doesn't know if there is any master of weapon refining in Demon Court.
In the distant sky, after a burst of lightning and thunder, the spear passed through the thunder and flew happily to the green bull, spinning around the green bull.
Qing Niu, whose face was extremely happy, grabbed the spear and flew over here.
Seeing everyone looking at the flying green bull, Kunpeng said: "You also saw that the magic weapon recognizes its owner. A natural magic weapon, how can it be like this?"
"Who knows? Who is the master of weapon refining in your Demon Court?"
The corners of Di Jiang's lips curled up. It would be terrible if these magic weapons were all made by the weapon-refining master.
With these magic weapons, his witch clan may be at a disadvantage in future competitions.
The key is that this master of weapon refining can continue to refining continuously.
If this continues, it will be a matter of time before the Wu Clan is defeated.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Di Jiang knew that this was a fact.
So he planned to see who was the master of weapon refining and kill him directly to avoid future troubles.
"It's him, it's him."
A voice suddenly sounded, and it was not Kunpeng, but the Kaiming Beast. At this time, the Kaiming Beast was pointing at Wang Ping.
As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone in Demon Court changed drastically, including Kunpeng.
A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and Kunpeng said angrily: "Kai Ming Beast, is your brain trapped by the door panel?"
There was a gap between Kunpeng and Wang Ping, but it was a personal gap. As the demon master of Demon Court, Kunpeng was also thinking about Demon Court.
He knew what Wang Ping meant to Demon Court, which meant that Demon Court had trumped the Witch Clan's trump card.
But now, this stupid guy, Kaiming Beast, has revealed this trump card.
Looking blankly at his respected demon master Kunpeng, Enlightenment Beast was confused. Why did he scold him? This boy offended you, Master Kunpeng!
At this moment, the Dijiang River on the opposite side suddenly disappeared.
Kunpeng, who knew something was wrong, appeared in front of Wang Ping.
As soon as Kunpeng came over, he saw a sharp claw sticking out of the void and grabbing Wang Ping's head.
Raising his fist to meet him, Kunpeng and Di Jiang, who suddenly took action, both retreated.
"Get ready to fight."
Kunpeng shouted, his breath rising suddenly.
The enlightened beast not far away was confused. Why was this? Why did the demon master want to protect the boy who was unwilling to teach him the weapon refining method and even insulted him.
Is it just because the Demon Emperor and the Demon Emperor value that boy?
"Kai Ming Beast, you pig brain, do you know what the Sky-Exploding Demon will mean to our Demon Court? You are killing him."
Lu Wu was so angry that he yelled. He was not afraid of opponents who were like gods, but teammates who were like pigs.
Originally, no one knew who the master of weapon refining was in the Demon Court, and they had no target.
But when the Enlightenment Beast interferes with him like this, everyone will look at Wang Ping.
Either kill or capture, everyone must have this thought at the moment.
Especially people from the Wu clan, if they don't get it, they will inevitably have the idea of destroying Wang Ping.
"Go ahead and kill that kid."
Di Jiang, who failed in the first attack, gave a cold command and struck again.
Kunpeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he punched somewhere in the void, blasting Di Jiang out.
As a master who also masters the power of space, Kunpeng can still see the trajectory of Di Jiang's movements.
Knowing that it would be difficult for him to kill with Kunpeng around, Di Jiang no longer insisted on killing Wang Ping and started fighting with Kunpeng.
Zhu Rong ran over to help Di Jiang fight Kunpeng.
The other three ancestral wizards and Hou Yi targeted Wang Ping.
"We can die protecting the Sky-Exploding Demon General, but nothing will happen to him."
Ji Meng roared angrily, staring at the three ancestral wizards and Hou Yi with extremely vigilant eyes.
The three ancestral wizards are all powerful men at the pinnacle of quasi-sage. Even if they are not as powerful as Kunpeng, they are not comparable to them.
"Can you protect him? It's ridiculous."
Zhu Jiuyin sneered and looked at the demon saints with a playful look.
Different from the impression given by other ancestral witches, Zhu Jiuyin gives people a somewhat cold feeling.
"If you dare to hurt the Sky Demon General, my Demon Emperor and Demon Emperor will never let you go when they come back."
Ji Meng glared at Zhu Jiuyin, knowing that Zhu Jiuyin was telling the truth.
Zhu Jiuyin, also known as the Time Ancestral Witch, is a very scary guy.
The power of time is a rarer magical power than the power of space.
It is said that this nine-yin candle turns into the true form of the ancestral witch. When casting spells, opening the eyes means day and closing the eyes means night. The breath he blows out is like nine cold winters, and the breath he exhales is like the scorching summer.
Those who fought against him often died in mysterious ways, and had no idea how they died.
"The murderous intention of the ancestral witch has been detected, please choose."
"One, show your strength, fight against the ancestral witch, and be rewarded with a flower-feathered bird."
"Two, hide your identity, sit back and watch others fight, and be rewarded with the arrangement of the Soul Falling Array of the Ten Ultimate Arrays."
"Third, hide your identity, find a way to help the people of Demon Court, and reward Yang Shen Sword Finger."
The system sounded and a task was issued.
Wang Ping's eyes flashed slightly, not too surprised. At this time, it was strange that the system did not issue a task.
Three options, three ways, three rewards.
It's not okay to be the first to show off your strength. We haven't collected enough spiritual blood yet, so we can't reveal it for the time being.
The main reward is a flower-feathered bird, which sounds like it should be a mount.
Wang Ping felt that he did not lack this stuff, and it would be troublesome to have to feed it every day.
One little fox is enough for him, but he can't afford more.
The first option is giving up, followed by the second option.
Different from the first one, this second one allows him to hide his identity.
But this option is to let him watch the battle quietly from the sidelines.
How can this happen? Even if his identity is not revealed, he, Brother Ping, cannot be a spectator.
How could a lively place be without his flat-headed brother and his presence?
The key is the reward, and Wang Ping is not very satisfied.
What formation is needed? With his current strength, does the Ten Jue Formation mean a lot to him?
It's completely meaningless, okay? Just go ahead and do the battle, don't bother setting up formations.
It's not the kind of formation that is so powerful that it defies the heavens, no need.
The third option is the same hidden identity, but the difference from the second option is that this option asks him to find a way to help the demon court.
Is this right? His flat-headed brother is not afraid of big troubles or making trouble. He takes life and death lightly and will do whatever he doesn't accept.
Everyone else is fighting for him, how can he watch the show? That's not possible. If he does that, he won't be his brother Ping.
The reward was as always, something Wang Ping liked very much, the Yangshen Sword Finger.
It sounds like it's a very powerful thing, so that's it.
While Wang Ping was pondering the system tasks, Zhu Jiuyin and other three great ancestral witches were approaching step by step.
"It's a joke. Even though you, the Demon King of the Demon Court, are strong, are we, the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan, just living on a dry diet? Do you think it's possible to scare us with this?"
With a sneer on his lips, Zhu Jiuyin flashed a blood-red sword that was curved like a snake in his hand. He thrust the sword towards Wang Ping.
The faces of the demon saints changed, and Ji Meng roared: "Don't even think about it."
The chaotic sea divine halberd that Wang Ping refined for him flashed in his hand, and Ji Meng struck Zhu Jiuyin with the halberd.
Bi Tie roared and slashed out with an ax from the other side.
