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Zhuang Xuehun was not harmed by Tai Da, but the magic weapon armor he bought at a high price was almost destroyed. There was a long gap on the broken armor, and the blood on his body was flowing continuously. from the tattered clothes...

When he was on the line of life and death, he activated his magic weapon armor. The protection of the magic weapon appeared in time when the opponent's sword attacked. He really felt that he was too lucky.This piece is like the last amulet, the lord of Kangping City, Zhuang Xuehun, has been wearing it to fight in all directions. This set of armor has resisted many attacks for him, but at this moment, this set of armor that he relied on to save his life was unexpectedly taken by the sword. Breaking through, he clearly knew in his heart that the white-clothed man appeared in front of him. Compared with his Nascent Soul cultivation base, his cultivation base was basically on par with his own, and even slightly higher than his own. The cultivator's current cultivation level is far lower than his own, but now his chance of escaping is very small...

At this moment, a white figure appeared not far in front of him, and behind him there were seven or eight monks standing with magic weapons. Immediately after that, several divine senses swept over them. It seemed that these people were all The appearance of mana in the mid-stage of alchemy is much stronger than the cultivation bases of several alchemy-stage monks behind him...

But if you think about it carefully, this is also normal. This is a soldier from the imperial dynasty. He can easily take down his own Kangping City. How can his cultivation base be low? ...

While thinking about it, Zhuang Xuehun looked the person across from him up and down. The man in white was about 30 years old, and he stared at him indifferently. His eyebrows were curved and his nose was long and straight, but His long face is impressive. Seeing the appearance of this white figure, coupled with this unforgettable face, made Zhuang Xuehun feel a little uneasy. He always felt that this person was extraordinary...

"Who are you?" Although Zhuang Xuehun was injured, he still asked without changing his face...

"Hehe, my humble name is nothing to worry about, Zhuang City Lord, are you obediently going to catch him with nothing or do you want to keep fighting?" The man in white clothes on the opposite side said without paying attention...

At this moment, the other cultivators of the dynasty behind the man in white also charged and surrounded him, and soon they were attacking from front to back. I am afraid that there is no room for maneuver at this moment...

Zhuang Xuehun couldn't help frowning slightly, the look of luck he had escaped before was gone, and his heart was full of deep fear for the monk in white...

When he thought of being captured by the other party and suffering endless torture in the dark underground prison, his heart suddenly twitched. Zhuang Xuehun knew that he could only fight to the death. Although he might fall with this, he must not let himself Humiliated... chasing yo literature

Zhuang Xuehun, the owner of Kangping City, although his armor magic weapon has been attacked and turned into a broken state, he can still protect himself to a certain extent, but he dare not be careless now, and lightly patted the storage bag behind him. A pen holder appeared, and this pen holder came from a chance of his own, which allowed him to become the lord of Kangping City...

At that time, he came across an evil cultivator in the form of an oil seller. Zhuang Xuehun used an evil cultivator's method to crack it out of urgency. He closed his eyes and feigned death. He suddenly opened his mouth to spit out the bitten blood, which just hit the oil seller's head. Although this was just a stopgap measure in a hurry, the oil seller's head fell to the ground in an instant ...

At that time, Zhuang Xuehun was stunned, endured the severe pain all over his body, and staggered after the blood stains left by the oil seller's head, only to see the oil seller's head rolled into a house along the dog hole , disappeared under a big locust tree. Although Zhuang Xuehun was scared, he bravely climbed over the wall and jumped into the courtyard, only to find out that this courtyard is the back of a famous oil shop...

He hurried home immediately and told his father about the strange incident. After hearing this, his father took his servants and dug directly under the locust tree. It was a yellow toad. After seeing the crowd, this toad shivered with fright. This toad actually carried an antique pen bucket on its body, which was filled with golden yellow oil. There was a plant next to the toad. Thick white mushroom, this mushroom is obviously old for a long time, but the cover of the mushroom has fallen off, Zhuang Xuehun immediately understood that the thick white mushroom is the oil seller, and the toad is the donkey, and the toad has ancient skin on it. The antique pen barrel is an oil barrel, and the oil is the corpse oil that the old man scavenged from random graves...

After Zhuang Xuehun's father returned, he immediately called Zhuang Xuehun back to his study, and only after dismissing the servants did he quietly tell Zhuang Xuehun that the antique pen holder on Toad's body was an ancient magic weapon, and the oil seller The alms bowl that fell from his hand was the lid of the pen container...

His father told Zhuang Xuehun, "Before this Zhuang Xuehun was able to kill the old man with his blood essence, it couldn't be interpreted as luck. Only the pure blood of a monk can destroy evil. The essence blood has been tested, and it is the essence blood of ordinary monks. No one has been able to learn the exercises handed down by our farmer. From this incident, it can be seen that your ordinary essence blood should have innate blood, but you just don’t know it. When did you wake up! As a monk, he must have a congenital blood lineage to be able to practice martial arts! Moreover, it is said that the ancestor of the Zhuang family was also a big clan of cultivating immortals a long time ago, and slowly declined over time. , no one has an outstanding bloodline, and there are many such bloodlines, since you can break the evil law, it means that your bloodline is purer than ordinary monks!"...

Afterwards, his father took out a yellow box from a dense grid on the bookshelf, and said, "Your blood was useless when you were young, now you try to drip your blood on this box!"...

When Zhuang Xuehun's blood dripped onto the box, the box suddenly emitted a bright glow, and the box burned up in the glow after a while, revealing a black animal skin inside...

"It seems that this is our dealer's skill. You are destined for this skill, and the future dealer will depend on you!" His father patted him on the shoulder with emotion...

Since then, I have changed my nature and concentrated on studying this magic weapon. His cultivation level has improved rapidly in a short period of time, and he has become a cultivation genius in Kangping City. As time goes by, his cultivation level will soon reach the Nascent Soul stage , and this magic weapon has been with him for countless years...