afternoon.

School History Museum.

When he saw the rows of memorial tablets that could hardly fit in the hall, even Li Mo, who was visiting the Mowu School History Museum for the first time, fell completely silent.

The faces of Li Fei and the others who came with him were extremely solemn.

Fang Ping came once before, but never again after that.

At this moment, Fang Ping was not depressed or sad. He still had a faint smile on his face and said: "This is the most dazzling medal of my Mowu! The blood and lives of generations of Mowu people have made Mowu what it is today."

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Maybe Mowu’s strength and history are not as good as Zhenxing City, but Mowu’s spirit will not be weaker than anywhere else!”

Fang Ping said something and smiled: "Let's go. I brought you here today just to let you understand that everything Mowu teachers and students do is not for personal gain."

Zheng Nanqi and the others may not have understood it, but Li Mo did.

Fang Ping was probably explaining the bet. Although the bet was made with the consent of both parties, Mowu was weak, so some things needed to be considered more carefully.

On one side of the crowd, Qin Fengqing stared at a spiritual tablet for a long time. It was his father's spiritual tablet.

The complicated meaning in her eyes flashed away, and out of the corner of her eye she glanced at the old principal's memorial tablet in the front row. Qin Fengqing felt a little sad in her heart.

Soon, Qin Fengqing concealed these emotions, suddenly grabbed the fat man Jiang Chao, and threatened in a low voice: "This is my father, if you don't give me magic weapons, let my father look for you tonight!"

Jiang Chao almost cried!

Mud, is anyone so threatening?

This big bald head is so cruel.

On one side, several women in the exchange group were a little sad and pitiful. It turned out that their bald father also died in the war.

Zhenxing City has actually lost a lot of people in battles over the years, but Zhenxing City is not too big, and many of them are only relatively speaking.

Moreover, each family has its own family. If it is divided equally, each family will not have much.

It is far inferior to Mowu, where thousands of spiritual positions are fully arranged.

Zheng Nanqi and others couldn't help but glance at Li Mo. According to the wishes of juniors like them, if they lose, then it will be given to the magic weapon.

Although they are a little reluctant to part with them, they really don't have a deep understanding of the concept and cherishment of divine weapons.

However, Li Mo knows that magic weapons are rare!

Although the ancestors are powerful, they cannot slaughter those seventh and eighth grade monsters at will. Once too many are slaughtered, a full-scale war will break out.

Based on this, although there are some magic weapons in Zhenxing City, they are all accumulated over many years.

Five magic weapons are not a small amount for Zhenxing City.

According to his idea, he would rather give energy stones than magic weapons.

But now... Mowu brought them here, and their meaning is actually very clear. They just want to improve their high-end combat power, and magic weapons are the best way.

"Grandpa Li..."

Su Zisu shouted in a low voice, and the two girls Jiang Xiyan couldn't help but look at Li Mo.

Li Mo lamented in his heart, a bunch of stupid kids!

Do you understand clearly that once you lose your magic weapon, you will have no chance to get it back in the future?

Without the magic weapon, your combat power will be inferior to others when you reach the seventh level.

After thinking about it, Li Mo was silent for a moment, and finally sighed softly: "I am willing to admit defeat. My Star City warrior is not a person who breaks his word! The five-handed magic weapon... can be given to you!"

Qin Fengqing said quickly: "I can choose it myself, okay?"

Li Mo stared at him fiercely!

Don't go too far, kid!

The 10 magic weapons are not all of the same level.

Of course, they are all made from the core of seventh-grade monster beasts and monster plants, but seventh-grade monsters also have strengths and weaknesses.

There are four small stages at the beginning, middle, high and peak of the seventh grade. The strength of the heart core and brain core are also different, and the value of the magic weapon created is also different.

To give a magic weapon, it is natural to give a five-handled, seventh-grade, first-level magic weapon.

Now Qin Fengqing has to choose by herself, but that's different.

Seeing the old man glaring at her, Qin Fengqing was a little embarrassed. It's not for me, so why are you glaring at me?

At this time, Fang Ping answered with a smile: "Qin Fengqing, the bet didn't mention any kind of magic weapon. Now that Brother Zheng and the others have made a decision, you should stop being picky."

Qin Fengqing muttered: "Some of the key points are useless. Lao Zheng's gloves are good, Lao Li's sword is also good, and Jiang Xiyan's sword is very beautiful..."

"Ahem!"

Fang Ping coughed lightly and frowned: "Okay, why do you talk so much?"

According to Fang Ping's idea, on Mowu's side, Old Man Li and Liu Polu both use swords, so they need two swords.

Tang Feng used fists, and Zheng Nanqi’s gloves were the most suitable.

Lu Fengrou also uses fists, but Lu Fengrou's main combat skills are a bit complicated and not as specialized as Tang Feng. She can also use a knife.

As for the magic weapons such as boots, they are not purely auxiliary magic weapons. They can also be used in combat. However, compared to these specialized weapons, their combat effectiveness is less improved.

As for Jingwu, just give him a hand. Li Hansong didn't win. Fang Ping gave it to him because he wanted to monopolize it, which was too eye-catching.

After Qin Fengqing finished speaking, Zheng Nanqi suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "Since Junior Brother Qin likes boxing gloves, then my boxing gloves should be considered one of them!"

Originally, he had already made an agreement with others that he would compensate for the resources when others came up with magic weapons this time.

He is a high-ranking sixth-grade warrior, closest to the seventh-grade warrior, and may be the first person to truly display the power of the divine weapon.

But Qin Fengqing mentioned it, and he didn't want to say anything.

As soon as Zheng Nanqi finished speaking, Li Mo almost lost his temper!

This little bastard, does he know the difference?

Zheng Nanqi's gloves are made from the heart core and brain core of the seventh-grade mid-level monster beast, and the making of the gloves is inherently more difficult than conventional swords.

It’s good to give it to Mowu, but you still want to give out the good stuff!

Zheng Nanqi spoke, and Li Fei's expression changed a bit, and he said dullly: "My sword counts!"

Jiang Xiyan didn't hesitate too much. Everyone agreed that her sword was one of them. When she saw this, she said: "Kunwu sword counts as one."

"The blazing sun gun counts as one."

At this moment, another person spoke.

Finally, everyone looked at Jiang Chao. Jiang Chao looked helpless and muttered: "I am a mid-seventh-grade boot... Do you know how to settle accounts? Why are you watching me?"

These guys are always after his boots.

Are you stupid?

I'm in the middle of the seventh rank, can't you change it to the first rank?

Among all the people, there are a total of three divine weapons in the middle of the seventh rank.

Zheng Nanqi's, Jiang Chao's, Su Zisu's.

Now that Zheng Nanqi has donated his gloves and Su Zisu is willing to pay, it stands to reason that he shouldn't have any more ideas for him.

Su Zisu muttered: "You don't want to fight, so there is no use keeping it."

Originally, Jiang Chao's boots were in their plan.

Although the level of his boots is slightly higher, the gap between the junior and middle levels is not too big, and it is not a main battle weapon. Jiang Chao is not a lazy guy. Everyone thinks that he has no use for magic weapons.

Jiang Chao looked depressed, and after a while he said: "Then my boots will be fine."

Fang Ping actually didn't really want the boots, but seeing that Li Mo didn't have any objections, if he kept picking and choosing, he might really get the boots.

What's more, Qin Fengqing had long said she wanted boots, so it wouldn't be good to change her tune now.

Weiwei glanced at Qin Fengqing, and Qin Fengqing said with a smile: "Okay, that's all! You guys are open-minded, and I, Qin Fengqing, like people like you!"

Qin Fengqing grinned with her teeth bared and patted Jiang Chao hard, looking like a good brother with a loyal expression.

Now that the matter is over, Li Mo will say no more.

Zheng Nanqi and others also took off their magic weapons and handed them to Qin Fengqing.

Jiang Chao stared at his boots for a long time, then took off his boots with a sad face and threw them to Qin Fengqing.

Qin Fengqing doesn't dislike it either. This kind of magical weapon is a mixture of reality and reality. Although it seems that these guys have no difference from ordinary alloy weapons in their hands, it actually has many effects.

No matter how smelly a fat man's feet are, he can't even think of leaving traces and odor on his boots.

…

Qin Fengqing kept holding the magic weapon, but Fang Ping did not go to get it, but continued to show everyone around.

When they arrived at the tactics room, although these people had seen countless tactics in Zhenxing City, many of Mowu's tactics were unique, and several people were quite interested, including Li Mo who also took a few more glances.
To be continued...