Don’t Mess with Shennong

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There are spiritual veins under the nearby mountains. Wang Ping discovered this thing long ago, but he did not expect that there are so many ancient tombs besides the spiritual veins.

The Copper Lock family and the partners outside, haven't hollowed out after so long digging?

No wonder the Zombie Daoist will retreat here, maybe there are other reasons.

If there is a site left by a certain martial school, or a cave house left by a certain predecessor, which has been kept by the underground spirit for hundreds of years or thousands of years, it is indeed possible to produce zombies ... and the magic weapon becomes a magic weapon.

Wang Ping An saw the chaos among the mountains and said to everyone around him: "It's too dangerous. You'd better not go to the bustle. I'll go and see if I can find one or two magic weapons."

"Boss, you have to be careful, we certainly don't go to join in this hilarious." Qin Xiaoyu knows the cruelty of the treasure, he was almost killed because he was too close.

"Brother, our skills are too weak to help you. You have to be careful." Wang Fengxi, who just got a bunch of gifts, is also very clever.

Gu Qingcheng wanted to help, but she was afraid of dragging Wang Ping's hind legs. Although her strength was not weak, it was too far behind Wang Ping's.

Wang Ping's pace is like electricity, showing the lightning step he just learned. Although this step has been automatically upgraded to Tiangang's footwork, it is just a hurry at the moment, not desperate, so the speed is not too exaggerated.

Just stepping on the treetops, you can take a few dozen feet, and when there are no trees to step on, you can step on the bushes and fly a distance, far away from the fly, but it is much better than those who jump and jump. Too.

Wang Ping ran a mountain road, but found nothing.

The three or four rays of light just now, he can only remember a general direction, and no one knows the specific location. If the magic weapon has some spirituality, it is also possible to turn halfway.

"Where are you looking for? There is a magic weapon, maybe it has been picked up by some mutated monsters." Wang Ping'an stood on the top of a towering giant tree, frowning and looking around. The whole mountains shrouded.

He has completed so many tasks and has not received a magic weapon. He is almost obsessed with it.

Because of this, he is such a lazy person, seeing the possibility of a magic weapon, and rushing into the mountains to find a magic weapon.

After looking for a while, without clues, I wanted to give up.

At this moment, a sudden war broke out in front, the aura was violently fluctuated, the broken rocks fell, and the image of the body was crazy, fighting desperately.

"Oh, just for one or two ordinary magic weapons, as for?" Wang Pingping murmured disdainfully, and then played to the extreme speed, rushing to the fighting place.

A mottled bronze lamp, with a faint light, was scrambled for, and several times tried to escape from the encirclement, but was hit back by a fierce and crazy attack.

A dozen or so practitioners are nothing but the realm of the eighth or nineth floor of the gas refining period. A person holding a cold weapon kills blood.

There are already three bodies on the ground.

Wang Pingan saw this bronze lamp, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Sure enough, it's a magic weapon. Although I don't know what function it has, but things are rare and expensive.

So he took out a three-meter-long sword from the system warehouse. Without a word, he rushed up: "All flashed away, this treasure is destined to me, don't block it."

"Shameless, this magic weapon was clearly found by me first ... Ah!" The voice stopped abruptly, not by Wang Ping's killing, but by a black-faced big man beside him.

An old veteran priest, holding a long sword, sounded like Hong Zhong: "The magic weapon is only available to those who have virtue. Here I am the oldest and virtuous. Don't **** me from me, it's a big deal. After I refine, Let you take some pictures! "

puff!

A middle-aged woman, who did not wish to be named, raised her knife and fell from behind, cutting off the head of the old Taoist priest.

In the time of melee, any distracted talk is self-defeating.

"This is just a lamp. Even if it's a magic weapon, it can only be illuminated at most. Are you guys unable to afford a rechargeable lamp or a flashlight?" Wang Ping An shouted, carrying a large knife, and rushed directly into the battlefield.

Wang Ping'an always believed that he was a kind person, and generally did not kill people unless forced.

"I will send you a flashlight with nine pieces and nine packages. Don't hit it anymore. It's dead and hurt. How much is it worth?"

He was prepared to pay his own pocket and give everyone a flashlight, but these people still gave him a poisonous hand, knifed the sword and rained, and cut him.

Wang Ping'an was furious. He was bullied by people and Ma Shan was ridden by others. He was so self-explanatory and persuaded for a long time. They are still too much, so don't blame yourself for being cruel.

The door was like a big knife, blocking all attacks, and then the knife was swept across and swept around.

Puff-puff-puff, suddenly three people were cut in half.

An upgraded version of Lightning Steps, Tian Gang Bu flashes in the blood rain, walks in the court, backhands a few knives, and kills several others.

The cultivator who was full of confidence just now was sober.

Nima, what are you doing?

Why do you want to grab the magic weapon with Wang Ping's big demon?

Is it for a flashlight?

Bah, he was twisted by him, for a bronze lamp that doesn't know what function, as for?

The reiki recovery has just begun. I have n’t enjoyed my life yet. I ’m so dead. How wrong?

Go away, go home and practice well, maybe you can still live for hundreds of years, for a magic weapon, it is not worth it.

So the survivors fled away and fled far away, but at one-and-a-half, they were reluctant to leave. They wanted to see if Wang Ping could conquer the bronze lamp.

The magic weapon seems to have a touch of aura, and it just struggled frantically just now, trying to escape.

But after being cut by Wang Ping, blood was sprayed all over ... a light, suddenly shivering and unable to fly, how to escape?

So Wang Pingping stooped down and picked it up from the ground. In the process, there was no accident.

"Huh, good luck today. I actually picked up a lamp and hung it in the yard. It should save a lot of electricity."

The bronze lamp trembled, without any objections.

The survivors standing in the distance watched secretly with a sip, cursing Wang Ping's shamelessness.

"What function do you have besides glowing?" Wang Ping asked.

"..." The bronze lamp continued to tremble with no response.

"Heat as an oven, okay?"

"..."

"As a projector, can't you put a small movie?"

"..."

"Alas, it seems to be a silly lamp, nothing but light." Wang Pingjing shook his head with regret.

Those survivors who stood by watching in the distance could not see it anymore. Listen, is this a human word? People are just a lamp, you are so sorry to ask so many requests?

While Wang Ping disgusted the bronze lamp, he silently sacrificed it, and the function is worse, it is also a magic weapon, and it is a good use.

Even if it only shines, and it is not too bright, it is also the first magic weapon of his life, with special commemorative significance.