"Did you see it?" Luo Xiaoman spread his hands and said helplessly: "It's not that we want it, but that this hell depends on my eldest disciple."
Lu Ming frowned, looking embarrassed.
Hell is a rare magical weapon, and it is also a personal weapon once used by the Blood Emperor. Perhaps there are secrets hidden in it that they don't know, and its value is immeasurable.
If you just give it away like this, I'm afraid you'll suffer a huge loss.
"Also, with the value of Hell, it can at least be used as a store treasure. How can it be bought and sold casually?" Luo Xiaoman curled his lips and said disdainfully: "So, this means that Hell is A flawed magic weapon that you want to get rid of and make a fortune from."
"How, how is it possible?" Lu Ming looked flustered, as if he had been told the secret in his heart, "In our Baiqi Tower, we are innocent!"
"Really? But why did Hell lose control?" Luo Xiaoman's eyes were so aggressive that Lu Ming did not dare to look at him. "Not only that, you also know how to suppress this vicious sword. In other words, you know the flaws of this sword, but you still want to sell it, isn't it just to blackmail people?"
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Lu Ming looked embarrassed, and the three old men also looked at each other, as if they were told what they were thinking.
There is indeed something wrong with this hell!
They couldn't get rid of the murderous intention, they could only seal it. No one knew when the seal would expire, so they traded it to see if they could get some money back.
As a result, the previous buyers were all turned back by Hell and were eventually returned.
Over time, this hell became a hot potato and has been sealed in the Baiqi Building.
It was rare that anyone asked me about it today. I thought I could sell it again, but unexpectedly such a serious accident happened.
"Okay, I'll give this hell to you." Lu Ming gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Just think of Lu as making friends with you."
"Sorry, I don't want it now." Luo Xiaoman curled his lips and said disdainfully.
ah? !
Lu Ming was confused again!
What kind of trouble is this little ancestor going to make? Wasn't that what she wanted just now
He couldn't help but look at Mo Yuan, who was slightly older, thinking that he could speak, but Mo Yuan ignored him at all and casually knocked Hell to the ground.
Suddenly, Hell was ready to move, and a killing intent filled the air.
Lu Ming shuddered. Now that someone was finally able to control Yan Yu, he didn't want to see Yan Yu lose control again.
"Little Ancestor, tell me." He sighed and said helplessly: "What do you want?"
"Do you think I am someone who lacks magic weapons?" Luo Xiaoman spread his hands, sat on Dabai's back with a calm expression, swayed his little feet, intentionally or unintentionally lifted the pendant around his neck, and touched it again Touching his red soft armor and the mysterious bracelet on his hand...
This is the rhythm of showing off magic weapons!
"This, this is..." Kumu's pupils shrank and he stared at the pendant around Luo Xiaoman's neck, "What kind of magic weapon is this?"
Following his exclamation, other people's eyes also fell on Luo Xiaoman's pendant.
"Oh my god! This is a pendant made from the fangs of Frost Fang!"
"And this soft armor is made from the skin of frost fangs!"
"Little guy, you, who are you?"
The three old men's eyes were blazing and their hearts were filled with excitement.
Whether it is the materials or the refining techniques of these magic weapons, they are all very good. They are no worse than me at all, and even in some details, they are beyond the scope of my understanding.
(End of chapter)