It can exert 10% of its defensive power, but it is extremely impressive.

Master Wu Guang burst out laughing suddenly. He leaned forward and backward with laughter and patted Chi Jingzhi on the shoulder: "That's all, that's all, Lao Chi, don't be stingy. At most, you can spend some time to refine another one, but it won't work."

It takes too much effort, it’s nothing more than a thousand years of seclusion and meditation. Hehe, hahahaha!” Master Wu Guang and several of his fellow disciples were laughing so hard that they couldn’t even close their mouths. The dead Taoist friends are not dead, the poor Taoists, and the red sperms.

After losing a valuable treasure, they were just happy to watch the excitement. Who is the Qi Refiner of Chanjiao? They usually sacrificed so few magic weapons?

After a noisy night, Xia Hou got dressed early the next morning, carrying the extremely heavy mace and the sun-shooting bow on his back, and led Bai out of the gate of Xing Tian's house. Xing Tian smelled of alcohol.

The Dafeng brothers were already waiting at the door with their own military guards. Xing Tiane and other elders of Xingtian's family were standing at the door of Xingtian's house, muttering something while holding a small witchcraft ceremony to replace Xingtian Dafeng.

They pray.

Before setting off, there was a little incident. Xiahou jumped on a black slave with the mace, and heard the black slave scream. Xiahou blocked his waist and broke his spine. He was carrying a heavy weight.

Heishui, a strange beast that weighs more than 100 pounds and can travel thousands of miles in a day, can't bear the weight of Xiahou's outfit even if he goes there.

Xing Tiane and others were helpless. Xing Tiane personally participated in refining this mace. How could he not know the weight of this stick? This was his negligence.

Xingtian Thirteen shook his head repeatedly and ordered someone to go to the backyard of Xingtian's house and bring out a mutated six-pointed, four-eyed, golden-clawed Mo Qilin he was riding. This Mo Qilin, which was already considered a mythical beast, was huge in size and even more powerful.

Wubi, Xiahou, and Bai all rode on its back. Mo Qilin just snorted lightly, rolled his eyes and glared at Xingtian Thirteen.

Xingtian Dafeng and the others looked at Xingtian Dafeng with great envy, and their eyes were filled with heat. Strange beasts like Hei Si and Xuan Biao could be raised on a large scale to equip troops, but those magical beasts such as unicorns and colorful deers were rare.

It was done according to the regulations. Being able to have a mythical beast to travel on his behalf is the biggest dream of almost all the children of any aristocratic family in Anyi. Xing Tianpan complained in a low voice: "So it turns out that if you change the weapon to a heavier one, you can change the mount? If you had known, I would also change the warehouse.

That sky-opening ax inside."

According to Anyi's custom, when the children of the family go off to war, the elders and relatives cannot be sent out. Xing Tian'e and the others stood inside the door, watching Xing Tian Dafeng and others leave quickly, chanting witchcraft loudly in order to pray.

Although many arrangements have been made behind the scenes for their safety, the weapons are dangerous and no one can guarantee what will happen on the battlefield.

The disciples of the four great witch families, Xingtian, Xiangliu, Fangfeng, and Shen Gong, led their own troops to join together and rushed out of the city along the main road in the middle of Anyi City. On both sides of the road, there were guards from the royal court guarding the road.

Within a few hundred feet of the side, all the people were ordered to stay at home and were not allowed to go out to watch. A group of tens of thousands of horses rushed out of the west gate of Anyi with a roar, without looking back. According to the king's order, they will

He rushed to the military camp and immediately broke out of the camp and headed for the western border.
Chapter completed!