"OK!" Lu Ming nodded seriously, feeling panicked in his heart.
The aura of this young man in black is too scary. He is still in the pill formation stage, but he is shocked by the opponent. It's really a ghost.
Aokiji has such momentum at such a young age, and his future is immeasurable.
For such a monster, he doesn't mind showing a little more retreat and respect.
Cold Mountain Soft Armor is a defensive magic weapon made from the scales of Cold Mountain Warcraft. It not only has amazing defense power, but can also adapt to the surrounding environment. It is very similar to Frostfang Soft Armor.
Of course, the Frost Fang soft armor is a bit more advanced. After all, this is a level seven monster. The scale armor of the Frost Fang is not comparable to the level five monster like Han Shan.
"Yuan, you look so handsome in this soft armor." Luo Xiaoman looked at Mo Yuan wearing the Hanshan soft armor with burning eyes.
Using a black dragon-patterned skirt as a base, and putting on this light blue soft armor, the contrast between the two colors makes it look majestic.
Coupled with the dark red hell in his hands, he looked like an invincible warrior, which was intimidating.
"Xiaoman, is it really good-looking?" Mo Yuan, who had always been cold and cold, actually felt a little nervous and secretly happy after being praised by Luo Xiaoman.
"Really! Yuan is the most beautiful!"
"Little sister Luo is right, this Hanshan soft armor is perfect for young heroes." Lu Ming smiled and flattered him.
"Hmph, this is my proud work, can it be inappropriate?"
"Deadwood, do you feel sorry for me? This Hanshan soft armor was given to me for free."
Deadwood curled his lips. If he didn’t give it away, he would give it away. What else could he do
His only expectation now is to see if the Luo family's weapon refiner can exchange some experiences and improve his own realm.
"Director Lu, let's not bother you three old men." Luo Xiaoman said with satisfaction.
This time she explored the Baiqi Building and gained a lot. Together with the Lingdan Pavilion, she transformed into a little rich woman.
"Little sister Luo, walk slowly. We will visit Luo's house later."
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After coming out of Baiqi Tower, Luo Xiaoman saw many people gathered around the door, seemingly waiting for the outcome of Hell's punishment.
Unfortunately, Zhu Yan and Ye Xuan are also waiting here.
"What's going on? Has that vicious sword been subdued?"
"This kid is so fierce. He even stayed at the scene to watch the fun. Nothing happened!"
"Look, look, what is the boy next to her holding?"
Everyone looked over and saw that Mo Yuan was holding a dark red long sword in his hand, which was as dazzling as a star.
"Oh my god! Isn't this hell? Why is it in his hands?"
Everyone was confused!
The development of things made them unable to relax.
Looking at the prison in Mo Yuan's hand, Ye Xuan's eyes flashed with resentment.
This sword refused to obey him just now, but now it was grabbed by Mo Yuan casually in his hand. What a slap in the face.
"Brother Ye, do you still want this fierce sword?" Zhu Yan frowned and looked at Ye Xuan with confusion.
"Second Prince, to tell you the truth, this fierce sword was tailor-made for me." Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "It's just that I was too impatient just now, and that's why the fierce sword backfired. "
"Oh?" Zhu Yan raised her eyebrows, not convinced, "Are you sure you can control this vicious sword?"
"Second Prince, believe me." Ye Xuan said seriously: "I already know how to control this vicious sword."
(End of chapter)