Even, I didn't feel the soul seal of the owner on it.

"Do you think the disciples of Xuanmen will run around with such a big bow on their backs? What are you doing? Fighting wild boars?"

Gouzhu laughed in his heart. He was really right. Mutou used to hunt around with such a bow on his back.

Zeng Fan naturally didn't know how weird they were, and the words of Gou Zhu naturally had a subtle influence on the balance in his heart: what he had thought of in this question, why did a group of Xuanmen disciples from Cuiyu Palace bring something that was useless and occupied space?

"I'm so stupid. Do you really think that the best magic weapon is so easy for people to recognize?" Gouzhu continued to emphasize without any chance.

"Okay, you boy," Fatty Zeng was finally moved, "I'll get the bow. But don't want to get out of this cell unless you turn yourself into shit and then slide out of this hole!" Zeng Fan pointed to the hole the size of a fist on the wall, and Xuan left the door of the prison and locked a black iron gate that was half a person high and at least one foot thick.

The pig hugged smiled bitterly again.

Even he could not open the door himself, and the lock was outside the door. He didn't even have a lock hole in this closed cell.

In other words, this door can only be opened outside. Once the person outside forgets him intentionally or unintentionally, he can only become a fossil in the stone.

Zeng Fan indeed arrived at the evidence room and held the huge wooden bow in his hand.

The bow looks really a piece of branch, a piece of branch not so old, as if it had just been broken from a tree, without any special features.

He injected his spiritual sense into it and scanned it thoroughly again. The bow was really wood and it was wood, and he could not feel any fluctuations in spiritual energy.

Is this really the legendary top-quality magic weapon?

Perhaps, this top-quality magic weapon is like those Xuanmen monks who are far superior to him. They can hide their cultivation in front of him. Without the master's orders, no trace will be revealed...

He took the wooden bow and returned to the secret prison.

"Boy," he decided to give the other party only one chance, "Give you ten breaths of time, so that I believe that this broken wooden bow is a top-quality magic weapon. Otherwise, after ten breaths, I will cut you into pieces of flesh. I believe you will shout a few more times. Although I am not sure to get all the money, I will definitely not lose."

"Fire..." Gouzhu said without hesitation, "You will know once you use fire."

Zeng Fan took out the fire note, lit it, and then began to burn the wooden bow.

If this is really a top-quality magic weapon... Then if the other party activates the magic weapon, it will be enough to kill him invisibly in an instant.

But this is impossible.

There is no magic weapon in the world that does not require true qi to activate it. This kid put his hands on the immortal shackles, and it is impossible for any true qi to come out of his body. Even if there is really, he will kill the other person first the moment he comes out of his body.

There is no magic weapon that can be detonated by burning the mortal fire. Not to mention the best, it is an ordinary magic weapon that is generally inviolable from water and fire. Unless it is used to use the true energy of Lihuo or burn the true fire of Samadhi, it can cause damage to the ordinary magic weapon.

This burn may really be a secret memory to open up magic weapons.

Zeng Fan directly put the flame on the bow and suddenly burned a small piece of black.

But at the same time, a wave of spiritual energy that excited him also came from the originally silent wooden bow.

This is really a magic weapon? The legendary top-quality magic weapon! It is worth at least two million Pure Yang Pills!

Zeng Fan's palms were a little sweaty. It was the first time he had such a valuable thing in his hand.

He quickly blew out the fire, for fear of burning the baby out.

Of course, if a top-quality magic weapon can be ruined by such a small fire note, it would be a damn thing.

The problem was that the fluctuating spiritual energy, like a vortex, spread from the wooden bow, expanded to an amazing level in a blink of an eye. A terrifying spiritual energy pressure almost filled the entire cell like a sticky liquid, making him unable to breathe.

"It's indeed a top-quality magic weapon. Is this power... too terrifying?" What's even more terrifying is that the hand he grabbed the bow suddenly felt like he was being sucked by

The countless needle tips were pricked and he couldn't help but throw the bow out of his hand and his body was about to retreat.

But the bow was not thrown out, it was already stuck to its hands.

Mu Fei hates fire the most.

What he hated even more was that someone burned him with fire.

He abides by the will of the Tree Emperor, and as a bow, he hides his strength and never shows up. However, he was so hot that he was so angry that he was already angry. Although the Tree Emperor asked him to stay in the bow and not come out, he did not say that the shape of the bow itself could not be changed.

He did not come out of the bow, but the bow grew some fibrous roots and pierced directly into the palm of the fat man who burned his fire.

"Good boy, he actually plotted against me!"

"Where is it?" The hook pig, who was still covered in blood, showed an innocent expression. "You believe this is a top-quality magic weapon now, right?" Then his blood-red eyes turned into a proud sneer.

"This cannot be a magic weapon..."

It is not as simple as this wooden bow being stuck in the hand that cannot be shaken off. Zeng Fan felt something penetrated into his palm, extending along his meridians at an extremely violent speed, and even pierced into his own qi sea, greedily absorbing his true qi in the qi sea.

He tried to use the true qi to protect his body and force out this foreign object, but it was simply futile.

He is now completely unable to move, his whole body is stiff, and the numbness extends from his palm to his whole body. These numbness is not the disappearance of the feeling, but is like the biting of insects, extremely numb and itchy.

But it was impossible for him to scratch it, and the feeling of fear suddenly filled his heart at any time. He lost the ability to move and saw his whole body being swallowed little by little, this feeling was even more uncomfortable than killing him immediately.

"Please..." Although Zeng Fan was restrained, fortunately he could breathe and could make a slight sound in his throat.

At the same time, the young man with blood and whip marks hanging up, although he lowered his head and looked dejected, Zeng Fan suddenly felt that he was the only one who could decide his life and death, his power was better than Emperor Haotu, and even his own destiny.

"Please, save me..."

Zeng Fan has seen countless prisoners begging for mercy under the vine whip in this prison, and has been torn to the pain of their feelings of begging for mercy countless times.

And this time it was particularly profound, because it was him who was begging for mercy.

But the other party did not respond at all. He lowered his head and stared at himself coldly with his half-open blood.

Zeng Fan has not yet figured out when his identity as a guard and a prisoner has quietly reversed.

He was fifty years old and was an old man. He has been in this man for so many years. Although his strength is average, he is also worldly so he didn't expect to meet such a young man even if he was beaten to death.

This young man is sinister, cunning, and even more terrifying, forbearance.

After being whipped so many times, I was not in a hurry to take out his trump card.

But when he seemed helpless in life and death, he seemed to have reluctantly taken out the so-called "extreme magic weapon", which made Fatty Zeng obediently deceived because of his greed in his thoughts.

“I have…a lot of money…”

The fat man is no longer as fat as before. His body is getting thinner by Mu Fei's fibrous roots. "As long as you... save me... all... you..."

His voice gradually became vague, becoming a meaningless sizzling sound from his throat.

The pig was not moved at all. His master had taught him a long time ago - some people should never be compassionate to them. Just like a tiger about to starve to death, if he comes alive, he will still eat people.

This is what Zeng Fan in front of him is like.

As for the conditions he mentioned, it was simply a meaningless struggle in the end.

For the pig, money belongs to him, then it is his. If it does not belong to him, he can steal it.

Nothing makes him more pleasant than stolen by himself. He does not need such a "bequest" from a dying person.

What's more, Mu Fei is not something he can control just by wanting to.

Zeng Fan was tortured for at least a quarter of an hour, and his breath was finally cut off. Mu Fei is a ruthless master, and he will naturally not do it since he takes action.

Give the other party a way out. However, he still sticks to the Tree Emperor's order, and is still a bow.

Feeling the terrifying life of the law commander finally cut off, Gouzhu let go of the immortal shackles on his hand and stretched his muscles and bones.

Using Mu Fei as a tree monster as a way to escape was actually a lasting risk for him. This guy had only been surrendering to Mu for a few hours, and before that, he chased them like a dog.

Gouzhu was also sweating and contributed a lot of blood to be able to escape from the old man's patrol.

This patrolman who was undying and he finally died, but his troubles did not decrease at all. There were many patrolmans on the mountain, and this lawsuit for life would probably fall on him.

What if he doesn't matter, let's see if this person is really rich...

Gouzhu touched him all over again.

There was no fairy lotus on this person, only a cloth bag, with more than 100 heavy Xuanyin pills and some pure Yang pills. I think this person was very cautious. He did not carry more property with him, but was hidden somewhere.

A small thing hung around his waist. The hook pig took it off and touched it in his hand, and could vaguely feel the fluctuations of the spiritual energy in it.

"This guy actually has a flying magic weapon!"

This thing is a jade eagle, the size of a little finger, with soul breath printed on it.

But the fat man died and his soul breath became extremely dark and weak.

Of course, Gouzhu would not be polite. He immediately sent out his spiritual sense to investigate it. Only then did he realize that this was a flying magic weapon in an eagle shape, slightly smaller than the giant crane they came, but there should be no problem with carrying the five people.
Chapter completed!