"What's going on? You can't even use this magic weapon?"
Luo Qi nodded, also a little strange: "Why don't you think it bleeds? In the early stage of winding, according to normal conditions, if it were other monks, there would have been fine wounds and oozing. Blood.”
"But this crocodile, although it showed signs of struggling in pain, I didn't see any real damage to it. At first, I thought it had rough skin and thick flesh, and the gold wire was not tight enough, but later, After I retracted all the gold wires, this crocodile still didn’t see blood from the wound, don’t you think this is wrong?”
The two of them were analyzing and dodging a new round of impacts from the crocodile.
It didn't take long for the two of them to discover what Zhou Yu had discovered and that the crocodile was not a real crocodile at all.
"No wonder my Holy Land Lion Dragon Bone has no effect on it at all. This thing is not an entity, but it has the damage and speed of an entity. It's really strange. Put it this way, your flexible rope and golden thread are indeed powerful, and it can even It can tie up such unnecessary things."
But it can only be tied up. Since it is not an entity, the flexible rope and gold wire cannot strangle it.
Two heavenly magic weapons were useless in front of this thing, which really left people speechless.
Only then did Zhou Yu realize how unrealistic his idea of binding the crocodile with wood and rattan techniques was.
"Looking at it this way, the strength of this thing may have exceeded the level of Emperor Wu..."
Luo Qi obviously realized this, turned around and shouted at Feng Jiayi: "Stop fighting, you can't beat this thing."
Unexpectedly, Feng Jiayi had made up his mind and was quite unwilling to give up until he achieved his goal.
"Don't fight? How can it be done?! I already have a heaven-level magic weapon, so giving up halfway is not my style. Besides, Junior Sister Zhou's birthday is coming next month, and I'm worried about not being able to find a good gift for her. Well, if you want to please a beauty, you have to pay a price."
If Luo Qi had the mustache of a treasure hunter rat, he would probably be so angry that he would blow his beard and stare.
"If you are looking for a gift for your troublesome little sister Zhou, don't take me for a ride. Just spend your time here by yourself. I'm sorry that I won't accompany you."
After that, he actually came out of the water, leaving Feng Jiayi alone here.
"Aren't these two companions? Why are you so cool?"
The treasure hunter looked at it blankly, amused by the two people's fake friendship.
"It's easy now. Even two people can't do it. It's good now that he's the only one left. If this continues, we probably won't be able to catch him."
Zhou Yu shook his head and disagreed with Treasure Hunter's remarks: "Since he dares to stay alone, he must have two brushes. You can even think that he is just waiting for the man named Luo Qi to leave..."
Just like myself, I have to have some secrets with me to be so unafraid.
This is not the only thing that worries Zhou Yu about this man.
If he heard correctly just now...
Junior Sister Zhou... Birthday next month... Tianjian Sect... Zhou Yu is almost certain that the Junior Sister Zhou mentioned by this man is his sister Zhou Bing.
These two people are not very good people. When did my sister talk to such people
When Zhou Yu thought about Zhou Bing, in order to practice well in Tianjian Sect, he had to smile at these people and compromise, Zhou Yu became very angry.
The treasure hunter looked at Zhou Yu's clenched fist and said tentatively: "Is that Junior Sister Zhou... someone from Brother Zhou?"
One person and one mouse, although they have regarded each other as their most important partners, after the treasure hunter mouse asked, he realized that in fact, neither party knew much about each other.
Anyway, the two of them could only watch now. Zhou Yu naturally stayed away and took advantage of this rare opportunity to chat with the treasure hunter about the past.
… …
"What did you say?! God-level bloodline?!"
When the Treasure Hunter heard these four words, he became a little excited. Zhou Yu couldn't help but wonder: "Although god-level bloodline is indeed rare, it is not non-existent, and god-level bloodline is used for cultivation. For you, a little mouse, It’s not of much use.”
"No, no."
The treasure hunter looked at Zhou Yu with an expression that you wouldn't know, and told him clearly word for word: "This god-level bloodline may be useless to others, but it is different for me."
"As long as I drink a bowl of the blood of a monk with god-level blood, it will be very good for me."
Zhou Yu couldn't help but suddenly realized that the cultivation methods of some monsters were indeed different from those of their monks.
Their monks have always relied on cultivating spiritual veins and rotating the heavens. The special ones, such as themselves, can cultivate their souls.
Although monsters can do this, some monsters can achieve breakthroughs by eating various things. In a sense, monsters have more ways to practice than monks.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
"Think about it this way, Jin Doudou, you are quite a waste of money and trouble. Be it god-level blood or vampire bats, which one is not difficult to obtain? Fortunately, my blood can attract vampire bats for free. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll just have to eat some chicken.”
Treasure Rat: "...hehe."
The two were chatting. At this time, Feng Jiayi in Ye Mingzhu was tired of playing and there was new movement.
I saw this man putting away the stick and muttering to himself, as if he was reciting some spell.
Not long after, a silver sword appeared in Feng Jiayi's palm.
The blade of the sword is thick and simple, about as wide as a person's hand. It is covered with strange runes, and the whole body is in the color of gold and silver, and it does not look like an ordinary sword.
Even the hilt of the sword is vaguely elegant, as black as lacquered wood. Although it has no decoration, it gives people a sense of domineering return to nature.
"A good sword, a really good sword. This sword is okay. Let's not talk about other things. I like it just like this."
Affirmation from the macho man Zhou Yu.
The treasure hunter's expression was different from usual at this time. There was no excitement or happiness on its face at all. Instead, it looked a little solemn, as if it was thinking about something.
"What's wrong? There's something wrong with this sword?"
The treasure hunter put his chin on his paws and looked at it again and again: "I'm not sure, but this big sword is definitely not simple."
"The larger the sword body, the more spiritual power it consumes to operate. It is not easy for some weak monks just to lift this big sword, let alone hold it to kill people. Have you ever seen any women? Would a monk choose to use a big sword?"