After hearing this, a group of Dajin people hurriedly waved their hands.
"Ancestor, don't worry. Even if we sell everything we can, we still have to find a magic weapon for Ting Meng."
"At least it's no worse than the Eight Swords of Qionglong!"
The big man was obviously still not satisfied with this answer.
He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then murmured to himself: "If Xiaojiu hadn't taken the initiative to take on the huge cause and effect back then, we in the Zhiren lineage wouldn't have the leisurely days we have now."
"Nowadays, he is so poor that he doesn't have anything decent to reward his officials. It is a taboo for a king to not know the rewards and punishments!"
"Let's just say Hui Wu Ming. You can say that you have lost all your heart and brains for us, right? Sacrifice the entire clan without blinking an eye."
"But in the end, is it okay? Now I still have to fight with others with my bare hands... Hey, if you tell me, I feel sorry for the Hui family, it's embarrassing!"
"And that blood dragon, that weasel... they are all such good ministers..."
Upon hearing this, all the wealthy people's faces were filled with black lines.
In line with our ancestor's wishes, we not only have to "arm" Tingmeng, but also "contract" all the magical weapons of his subordinates.
He looked at the Xuanyuan Sword, which was constantly being thrown around by his ancestors, and then at his most promising junior...Here!
For that glimmer of hope, what's a magic weapon!
I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf. If you can’t bear to let your wife catch the gangster, give it to her!
Although "hemorrhage" has been decided, the people of Dajin are still reeling:
Although the magic weapons that were cobbled together were all of the best quality, their shapes were a bit too horrible to look at.
Let's put it this way, maces, meteor hammers, and mountain axes are all considered normal, and there are many exotic weapons such as kitchen knives, embroidery needles, black pots, and even bricks and door panels.
The most outrageous thing was a small, black, boxy box with a wailing expression painted on it.
If Chen Daji saw it, he would definitely complain: "What the hell, urn?!"
When the Dajin people saw the "things" each other brought out, they all felt that it was a bit excessive.
Just when he was worried that his ancestor would be dissatisfied and get into trouble again, the big man smiled.
Laughing heartily.
"You did a good job this time and won my heart very much!"
"That kid Xiaojiu is good at everything, but he's just too weak."
"From now on, the meteor hammer in the left hand, the mace in the right hand, the kitchen knife, the black pot, and the door panel behind you all fly together. Only in this way can you have the momentum that a great emperor should have!"
Yan Bi waved his sleeves, and the pile of strange-shaped things immediately flew towards the "lower realm".
The big man was happy, but the more the golden people thought about it, the more frightened they became.
Was it Meng Lang that I was waiting for just now? ! No consideration! !
Imagine Hua Jiunan playing the piano with one hand and waving a bolas to hit people with the other.
From time to time, there will be a "flying kitchen knife"... The scene is really "unbearable to watch".
If Tingmeng knew that these "stuff" were sent by us...
At this thought, all the golden people shed cold sweat.
"Old, ancestor, I want to change some magic weapons to listen to the dream again, but it's too late..."
Putting aside the big golden man who was worrying about gains and losses and the big man who was snickering secretly, Hua Jiunan was already on Master Chang Ba's back again at this time, preparing to rush to the blue stone coffin.
But before the big insect could "take off", I suddenly felt a biting coldness.
It felt like we were sleeping in bed in the middle of winter and were suddenly taken out and thrown into icy water.
The eighth master, who was as strong as Chang, couldn't help but shudder, and then his face became alert.
He tightened his grip on the blame, and looked around with his big head twitching.
"Little. Little sir, be careful, there is so much resentment!"
Hua Jiunan nodded slightly, then raised his head and looked into the distance.
Amidst the endless cries of injustice, a blood coffin slowly floated towards this side.
Resentment comes from the blood coffin.
On the four walls of the blood coffin, all kinds of ferocious faces kept pouring out, all of them staring at Hua Jiunan with malicious expressions.
"Thousand years of soul, ten thousand years of hatred, hate that the world is unfair."
"You can't avenge yourself, and you can't redress your grievances... Hua Jiu Di, why aren't you dead?!"
