The five fingers of Kuquan's right hand emitted white light, breaking the strange curse on Ying Yunpeng, and Emperor Xu couldn't help feeling unhappy.
He had just been sitting in front of Ying Yunpeng for so long, but he couldn't find anything unusual about Ying Yunpeng. And a middle-aged man who was dressed in tatters and looked frail, with a weird name and no fundamental reason for the word "Bitter Spring" could actually see a curse that even Emperor Xu was powerless to carry out. Didn't he overpower his Emperor Xu
With a sneer, he picked up a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. Emperor Xu stood up and looked at the bitter spring majestically with his hands behind his back.
Ignoring Ying Yunpeng's painful cry, Emperor Xu said coldly: "Elder Yunpeng, who is this?"
Ying Yunpeng gasped for air, and with veins pulsing on his forehead, he quickly regained his composure. He silently recited the Pure Heart Purification Mantra in his heart. Ying Yunpeng smiled calmly and said, "This is a strange man I have made friends with, Mr. Kuquan." .”
After a slight pause, Ying Yunpeng said gently: "Over the years, Toka City has been able to be in the situation it is today, thanks to Mr. Kuquan's planning for me."
Glancing at the bitter spring with contempt, Emperor Xu said coldly: "Planning? Elder Yunpeng, behind you is the Toka City, and most of the output of the Eastern Wasteland flows from your hands. With such resources, Toka City Even if we don’t want to develop, what kind of planning is needed?”
Shaking his head, Emperor Xu cast a disdainful glance at Kuquan: "Such despicable people..."
Ying Yunpeng smiled and said nothing, while Kuquan smiled and bowed slightly to Emperor Xu. His face was light and calm, and there was no hint of sullenness on his face.
Before Emperor Xu could question again, Kuquan turned his hand and took out a stone from his sleeve.
After blowing lightly, a layer of dust rose up on the stone. Kuquan threw the stone in his palm a few times, then extended his palm to Emperor Xu: "This noble man, this is a stone!"
Emperor Xu shouted angrily: "This is a stone, my eyes are not blind!"
Kuquan smiled 'haha', nodded calmly, and then slowly blew another breath towards the stone. This time, the breath from his mouth turned into a faint golden color. Countless golden dust was mixed with the breath and sprayed on the stone. The stone in his palm suddenly emitted a trace of golden light. In just one or two breaths, the entire The appearance of the stone has not changed, but its texture has completely changed.
A gold nugget that was exactly the same as the stone just now, even the patterns and cracks on it had not changed at all, appeared in Kuquan's hand.
He walked up to Emperor Xu with satisfaction and handed the gold piece to the stunned Emperor Xu: "Now, he is a piece of fine gold. Kuquan guarantees it with his life. This is a piece of pure gold without any impurities and without any Let’s go to the furnace for purification.”
"This, this!" Emperor Xu was stunned for a moment, looking at the gold nugget in his hand without saying anything.
The great witches have super destructive power and strong vitality; the witch priests also have all kinds of weird witchcraft and all kinds of incredible magical powers. Those powerful shamanic rituals can even change the long-term weather in a million-mile radius through bloody sacrificial rituals, and the world can change in a single thought.
But with Emperor Xu's knowledge, he has never heard of anyone being able to do such a thing.
Midas touch
This magical power should be called turning stone into gold. No witch ritual can do this. Fine gold is also an extremely important resource. It is the best balancing metal. Huge amounts of fine gold are needed in the forging of various witchcraft weapons, the construction of shaman arrays and puppet production, and even the construction of altars and large war equipment. .
Therefore, fine gold mines have always been very popular and valuable. There is no need to worry about no one wanting the refined high-purity fine gold.
If Emperor Xu's heart beats wildly, if he has a few people like Kuquan under him who can turn a lot of stones into fine gold every day, and it is fine gold without any impurities, then...
Stones are everywhere, but how many thousands of times is the value of pure gold worth that of stones
"Kuquan... sir?" When Emperor Xu looked at Kuquan again, his eyes became much kinder and his tone became gentler.
Kuquan smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves, and twelve weird-shaped spikes made of platinum that were three feet and six inches long flew out. These spikes were extremely sharp, and there was a faint cyan cold light flashing on the edge. Kuquan held one of the spikes and gently swiped the fine gold piece in Xu Dizi's hand, and immediately split the fine gold into two pieces. .
The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, without any burrs, and the color of the fracture proved that this piece of fine gold was a solid nugget and was not some kind of deception.
In the astonished gaze of Emperor Xu, Kuquan grabbed the sharp thorn and plunged it into his heart. With a 'Pfft' sound, the spikes passed through the body and came out from behind Kuquan, but there was no trace of blood on the spikes.
"This..." Emperor Xu shook his head, disapproving in his heart. It's just a sharp weapon that penetrates the body, and most great witches can do it. Anyway, the great witch has a tenacious vitality. Not to mention being penetrated by sharp weapons, even if his arms and legs are cut off, they can grow back for you at any time!
But then, Kuquan quietly pierced those sharp thorns into various parts of his body. All the sharp thorns passed through the body without a trace of blood. There was even a sharp thorn that penetrated Kuquan's head, but there was no trace of pain on his face.
Emperor Xu was shocked again, with a sharp weapon piercing his head. This was something that a great witch would find extremely difficult to do to ensure his immortality. After all, the head and the soul are closely related, and even the Witch King cannot guarantee that his head will be penetrated without any damage to the soul.
Ying Yunpeng clapped his hands with a smile, and four guards in the hall immediately came forward. They pulled out the long swords on their backs and slashed at the bitter spring wildly.
Emperor Xu was shocked again, and he was deeply shocked. Kuquan's body is only equivalent to that of a little witch who has just advanced. This can be judged from the strength of his blood. But in the face of the four great witches' full-force slashing, a faint white light lingered on the surface of Kuquan's skin. The four heavy swords slashed sparks all over his body, but they didn't even cut a trace of his flesh.
The four great witches chopped wildly for a whole cup of tea. Finally, they were all out of breath, and then they retreated at Ying Yunpeng's signal.
Immediately afterwards, Ying Yunpeng asked someone to bring a pot of fire. The fire was raging, and there was a pool of sticky grease in the pot.
This is witch oil refined by witchcraft, which can greatly enhance the power of fire. The seemingly inconspicuous blue flame is an ancient fire sourced from the center of the earth. It can melt almost all metals in the world. Even if the body of the Witch King is refined in this flame for a long time, it will be slowly refined. .
But Kuquan stepped into the brazier without fear, sat cross-legged in the brazier and looked at Emperor Xu with a smile.
The flames were raging, and for half an hour, not a single hair of Kuquan was scorched, and he was really simply using his body to withstand the refining of the flames, without using any witchcraft to protect himself, and there was no sign of any witchcraft being activated. .
Emperor Xu bowed deeply to the bitter spring with sincerity:
"Mr. Kuquan, please take a seat! I would like Mr. Kuquan to plan this matter more."
(End of chapter)