Just when Wu Liang was feeling sad, Jiang Tianfang and Jin Yuming rushed in.

As soon as he saw the dry bones on the cushion, Jiang Tianfang rushed up without saying a word, kicked the dry bones and grabbed the storage ring and stuffed them into his arms.

Wu Liang frowned, and Huang San was even more furious and shouted angrily: "Put down the things!"

"Damn it!"

Jiang Tian, ​​who had already seen the two of them unhappy, slashed at Huang San with one palm. Now that he has obtained the treasure, he will not give the Huang family face.

"snort!"

Wu Liang snorted coldly, and the temperature inside suddenly became cold.

He didn't care about the relics of a foundation-building monk. Even if Jiang Tianfang gave them to him, he might not have to ask for them, but Wu Liang himself would have to be willing to do so.

Now this guy not only destroyed the remains of the monk, but took away the storage ring without even saying hello. This is ** naked contempt.

Just as Jiang Tian let go, Wu Liang moved, and his palm slapped on his wrist without any human fireworks.

The crisp crackling sound was particularly distinct in the cold and silent bad situation. Not only that, Wu Liang then pointed at Jiang Tian, ​​who was full of horror, and put his chest.

Bang!

Jiang Tian flew out and fell heavily to the ground. The bright red blood kept spilling, and the ground was dyed red in a moment.

All this happened so quickly that Jiang Tianfang was seriously injured and dying but did not wake up, and Jin Yuming's face didn't have time to change.

“Is it amazing innate?”

The sarcastic words slowly came from Wu Liang's mouth. At this moment, Jin Yuming suddenly woke up and looked at Wu Liang with horror.

"Who are you!"

Wu Liang had a faint ridicule on his face and said calmly: "Didn't you tell you? My name is Wu Liang."

"Wu Liang?Wu Liang?"

Jin Yuming broke his head and didn't even understand how there was such a master in Longxi. Apart from the only few people in Shenwu District who knew Wu Liang's name, few people in Kyoto knew about it.

Even if his grandfather Kim Woo-yang knew that Wu Liang would not tell him, Kim Woo-yang didn't think that his grandson would provoke the powerful masters.

Jin Yuming couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think much. He looked at Wu Liang with a vigilant look. He seriously injured Uncle Jiang, who was a second-level innate, and the other party was at least a fifth-level innate, and the other party was at least a fifth-level innate.

Wu Liang didn't bother with him, so he walked gently to the Kukuan, sighed and bombarded a deep pit on the ground, and squatted and put the monk's dead bones in and buried them.

Jin Yuming didn't dare to disturb him, so he walked up to Jiang Tianfang carefully and helped him up, and said worriedly: "Uncle Jiang, are you okay?"

"Ahem..." Jiang Tianfang coughed several mouthfuls of blood in a row, looked at Wu Liang who was still burying his bones in fear, and lowered his voice: "You...hem, you go first, go quickly!"

"Uncle Jiang..."

"Walk!"

Jiang Tianfang's face darkened. Not to mention that he is seriously injured now, he can't withstand Wu Liang's move even in his heyday.

It doesn't matter if he dies. If Jin Yuming dies here, the old man will probably go crazy.

Others don't know how Jin Yuming's position in the old man's heart is not known. From outsiders, Jin Wuyang looks down on this rebellious grandson very much, but if this is true, how could he be protected by a second-level innate powerhouse.

Jin Yuming.

The innate powerhouse is not Da Baicai. Even if the Jin family is a top-level family, there are only five innate powerhouses in the family.

In addition to the old man who has been in seclusion for many years, the other three are also innately responsible, but he was sent to protect Jin Yuming, which shows how Jin Wuyang loves this grandson.

Just as Jin Yuming was hesitating, Wu Liang, who had buried his dead bones, sneered and said disdainfully: "Let's go? I just don't want to kill you, otherwise wherever you can go, do you think the Kyoto Jin family is amazing?"

"That's it! Jin Wuyang is only third in the human list, it's nothing in Wu's eyes!"

Huang San, who was so good at making soy sauce, was not willing to be outdone, and quickly flattered, and then cursed: "Your grandpa, you actually dare to attack the third master. You are impatient to live! Those guys from Shenwu met San.

I have to be polite, even Qin Bangguo dared not touch me, you grandson want to beat the third master."

In other words, Jiang Tianfang's move was not too heavy just now, and his strength was just enough to seriously injure the first-level acquired warrior. If he killed him, I'm afraid Wu Liang wouldn't have seriously injured him just now.

"You, are you the Grandmaster of Longxi?"

Huang San's inadvertent words immediately shocked Jiang Tian. He remembered it, and all the people who killed Yuan Minghong seemed to be named Wu Liang.

Not only that, although the Third Master was just a supporting role when he was killed Yuan Minghong, he did hear that there were children of the Longxi family following the master.

But he thought all this was spreading rumors before, and he didn't take it seriously. Who knew that this time it was so coincidental that he had encountered the powerful master in Longxi.

When Jiang Tianfang thought of this, he was depressed. The Grandmaster is a person that even the old man should look up to. He actually offended the Grandmaster.

"Master Longxi? Uncle Jiang, you say he is the master!"

Jin Yuming looked unbelievable. How could Wu Liang be the master? Even if Wu Liang seriously injured Jiang Tianfang just now, he never thought that Wu Liang would be the master.

There are tens of Chinese warriors, but only seven of the masters were given out, and even Wu Liang was only eight. It shows how rare the master is. He is so lucky that he met the master's strong man when he first left Kyoto.

When Jin Yuming thought of his experience of knowing Wu Liang, he was dizzy. Will a strong master be chased by a woman and run around?

Before he could continue thinking about it, Wu Liang interrupted impatiently, "Okay, take the storage ring and take a look."

Do you dare not take it? Wu Liang had to say that, and he struggled to throw the storage ring over, with a look of flesh pain on his face. This was a ruined treasure. The treasure inside might allow him to break through the middle stage of the innate stage.

But the guy opposite was a master, a master who was stronger than the old man. Even if he felt so painful, he would not dare not hand over it.

It’s nothing to lose something. If you lose your life, what can you do if you break through the Grandmaster?

Wu Liang did not hesitate to take the storage ring and directly explored his divine mind. The storage ring of the foundation-building monk generally does not have any defensive formations, not to mention that thousands of years have passed, even if there is a defensive formation, it should not have any effect.

It's right.

Wu Liang was a little disappointed when he saw the items in the storage ring. As expected, he didn't even see the spiritual elixir. It seemed that he had all been consumed at the beginning.

Apart from a few jade slips, some low-end weapons, and a few piles of low-level refining materials, there is nothing else.

Wu Liang looked down on these things, but fortunately he didn't get anything. At least Wu Liang could use the storage ring.

Thousands of years ago, let alone the storage rings of low-level monks, he would not look down on even the storage rings of Jindan Yuanying monks. But now Wu Liang is poor and has no choice but to refine the storage rings. He just needs to use them.

Even if it's good.

Wu Liang had a thought, and a black sword flashing with a faint light appeared in his hand. After a few waves, a burst of noise came from the air.

"It's time to refine weapons."

Wu Liang muttered, and saw that Huang Sanyi beside him looked drooling and even his saliva was almost falling, he immediately hummed unhappy.

After searching in the storage ring, he took out a dark big hammer. Wu Liang didn't care about Jiang Tianfang and Jin Yuming's envious eyes and threw them to Huang San, saying, "Take it and play, it just fits you."

Huang Sanyi took the hammer with surprise, and just saw the joke flashing across Wu Liang's face. His heart skipped a beat. Before he could think too much, he felt a heavier in his hand and almost fell down.

Huang San had been useless for a long time before he could barely lift the hammer up and panted, "Huh... Huh, my master, it's so heavy, can I use this thing?"

The Third Master is also a first-level warrior at the end of the day. Not to mention a thousand kilograms of huge power, it is still easy to pick up something worth about one hundred kilograms.

But this hammer actually made him so hard, at least two or three hundred kilograms.

Not to mention using it as a weapon, it is even harder to lift it up. Third Master wants this thing to be useless.

No matter how slandered his heart, the third master still couldn't help but look excited on his face. This thing looked like a good thing, at least it was yellow. Even if he couldn't use it, he could sell it for millions.

But soon the third master knew that he underestimated the power of this hammer. Just as he thought that the hammer was yellow, he heard Wu Liang say casually: "This is a first-level...the mysterious weapon, the most trashy thing, the advanced you

It can't be used either."

Although the foundation-building monk is a poor man in Wu Liang's eyes, he still has several low-level magic weapons. Among the storage rings, the magic weapons that Wu Liang looked down upon were also the first-level magic weapons at the lowest.

There are also a few magic weapons of the second and third level, but these things are not something that Huang San, who has not even achieved qi training.

Wu Liang didn't care, but when he heard that the hammer was a mysterious weapon, the third master almost got crazy.

The mysterious weapon, the old man used only the yellow-level low-level weapon, but he was even better than the old man. It seems that he still had meat to eat with Master Wu.

Not to mention Huang San, the martial arts rookie, Jiang Tianfang, who was not far away, looked envious and a faint bitterness.

These were originally his treasures. If he hadn't been worried about being counterattacked by the formation, he wouldn't have led the wolf into the house. Not only did the treasures disappear, but they also left all their injuries and left them with nothing.

Jiang Tianfang regretted that his intestines were blue. He didn't care about the mysterious weapon, but the sword in Wu Liang's hand was obviously a good thing, at least a ground level or even a heaven-level weapon.

Not to mention the first and second level ruins, even the fourth level ruins may not have such great gains.

Not every ruin will have treasures. Not all the monks of that time hid in the cave and waited for death. Many golden elixirs or Nascent Soul monks closed the cave and took away all the things they needed to go out to find a glimmer of life.

The warriors sacked the power of the nine ox and two tigers to break the mechanism of their cave, and lost countless lives. Perhaps what they saw was nothing more than a hole.

It is not worth mentioning to Wu Liang's opinion, but it is a huge opportunity to get all the savings of a foundation-building monk like this.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so anxious. He would take the storage rill first as soon as he entered the inner palace.

But unexpectedly, in the end, I made wedding dresses for others and didn’t even catch any hairs.
Chapter completed!