Record of Chaos

　　 Even, I didn't feel the owner's soul mark on it.

　　 "Do you think that Xuanmen disciples would run around with such a big bow on their backs? What is it for? Hit wild boars?"

　　 Gouzhu snickered in his heart, and he was right. Wood used to carry such a bow to hunt around.

Zeng Fan naturally didn’t know how wonderful they were, and Houzhu’s words naturally had a subtle influence on the balance in his heart: He had thought of this question, why would a bunch of Xuanmen disciples of Cuiyu Palace bring one like this? Use something that takes up space?

　　 "Stupid, do you really think that the best magic weapon is so easy to recognize?" Gouzhu continued to emphasize without losing the opportunity.

"Okay, you kid," Fatty Zeng finally moved, "I'll get the bow. But you must never get out of this cell unless you turn yourself into shit, and then slip out of this **** hole!" Zeng Fan pointed to the fist-sized hole in the wall, and Xuan Ji went out of the prison door and locked a mysterious iron gate that was at least a foot thick and half a person tall.

　　 Gouzhu gave another wry smile.

　　 This door can't even be opened by himself, the lock is outside the door. He didn't even have a keyhole in this closed cell.

　　 In other words, this door can only be opened outside the door. Once people outside forget him intentionally or unintentionally, he really can only become a fossil in this stone.

　　 Zeng Fan went to the evidence room and took the huge wooden bow in his hand.

　　 This bow really looks like a branch, a branch that is not so old and seems to have just been broken from a tree, nothing special.

　　 He injected his divine sense into it again, and scanned it again thoroughly. The bow was really wood in addition to wood, and he could not feel any aura fluctuations.

　　 Is this the ultimate magic weapon in the legend?

　　Perhaps, this superb magic weapon is like those monks of the profound sect who are far above him. They can hide their cultivation base in front of him. Without the command of the master, no trace will be revealed...

　　 He took the wooden bow and returned to the secret prison.

"Boy," he determined to give him only one chance, "give you ten breaths of time, let me believe that this broken wooden bow is a superb magic weapon. Otherwise, after ten breaths, I will cut you into pieces of meat. I believe you I will yell a few times. Although I am not sure I will get all the money, I am definitely not losing."

　　 "Fire..." Gouzhu said without hesitation, "Just burn it with fire and you will know."

　　 Zeng Fan took out the fire fold, lit it, and then began to burn the wooden bow.

　　If this is really a superb magic weapon... Then if the opponent urges the magic weapon, it will kill him invisible instantly.

　　 But this is impossible.

　　 There is no magic weapon in the world without real qi to be able to move, this kid clasps his hands on the shackles of the immortal, it is impossible for any real qi to emerge. Even if he did, he would kill the opponent the moment he was out of the body.

　　 There is no magic weapon that can be detonated by burning the fire, not to mention the best, it is the ordinary magic weapon, and generally it is not invaded by water or fire. Only by using the real energy of Lihuo, or burning the real fire of Samadhi, can it cause harm to general magic weapons.

　　 This burning, on the contrary, may really be a secret memory to unlock the magic weapon.

　　 Zeng Fan directly put the flame on the bow, and it burned for a short while.

　　 But at the same time, a wave of spiritual energy that excites him also came from the wooden bow that hadn't moved.

　　 Is this really a magic weapon? The legendary best magic weapon! The value of at least two million pure Yang Dan!

　　 Zeng Fan’s palms were a little sweaty, and for the first time he held such a valuable thing in his hands.

　　 He blew out the fire quickly, for fear of burning the baby out.

　　 Of course, a superb magic weapon, if it can be damaged by such a small fire, it would be a hell.

The problem is that the fluctuating aura, like a vortex, spreads out of the wooden bow, and in a blink of an eye, it expands to an astonishing level. A terrifying aura is overwhelming, almost filling like a viscous liquid. It filled the entire cell, making him unable to breathe.

"Sure enough, it is the best magic weapon. Is this power... a bit too scary?" What's more terrible is that the hand he was holding the bow suddenly felt like being pierced by countless needles. He couldn't help but feel the pain. Throwing the bow in the hand outwards, the figure will retreat violently.

　　 But the bow has not been thrown out, it is already stuck in his hand.

　　 Mu Fei hates fire most.

　　 He hates it even more, someone burns him with fire.

　　 He obeyed the tree emperor's will, as a bow to hide his strength, never show his face, but he was fidgeted by the burning, and he had become furious. Although the tree king asked him to stay in the bow and not come out, he did not say that the shape of the bow itself could not be changed.

　　 He did not come out of the bow, but some fibrous roots grew from the bow, which plunged directly into the palm of the fat man who burned him.

　　 "What a kid, you counted on me!"

　　 "Where is it?" The hook pig was still hanging bloody, showing an innocent expression, "Do you believe this is a magic weapon now?" Then his blood-red eyes turned into a smug sneer.

　　 "This can never be a magic weapon..."

　　 is not as simple as this wooden bow sticking to the hand and unable to throw it off. Zeng Fan felt something dig into his palm, extending along his meridian at an extremely violent speed, and even plunged into his own sea of ​​qi, in which he greedily absorbed his true qi.

　　 He tried to use the infuriating body to force this foreign object out, but it was in vain.

　　 He is completely immobile now, his whole body is stiff, and the numbness extends from his palm to his whole body. These numbness is not the disappearance of sensation, but the bite of all insects, itchy.

　　 It was impossible for him to scratch his hands, and the feeling of fear filled his heart at any time. Losing the ability to move, seeing his whole body being swallowed a little bit, this feeling was ten thousand times more uncomfortable than killing him immediately.

　　 "Please..." Although Zeng Fan was under control all over, fortunately, he was still able to breathe, and there was still a slight noise in his throat.

At the same time, the blood-stained and whip-stained young man who was hung up, although his head was bowed and dejected, Zeng Fan suddenly felt that he was the only one who could decide his own life and death, and his power surpassed the Emperor of Hou Tu, even his own. The man of fate.

　　 "Please, please help me..."

　　 Zeng Fan has seen countless prisoners begging for mercy under the vine whip in this prison, and he has played with their painful and begging for mercy countless times.

　　 And this time is especially profound, because it is himself who begged for mercy.

　　 But the other party did not respond. He lowered his head, staring coldly at himself with half-open **** eyes.

　　 Zeng Fan has not yet figured out when his identity between the guard and the prisoner quietly reversed.

　　 He is fifty years old, and he is an old river and lake. He has been in this river and lake for so many years. Although his strength is average, he is also old in the world. He did not expect to encounter such a young man when he was killed.

　　 This young man is sinister, cunning, and even more terrifying, is forbearance.

　　 got so many whips and didn't rush to take out his hole cards.

　　 Instead, he waited until he seemed helpless in life and death before he seemed to reluctantly pull out the so-called "extreme magic weapon" information, which made Fatty Zeng obediently fooled because of the greed of every thought.

"I have lots of money……"

　　 Fatty is no longer as fat as before. His body is sucked by Mu Fei's fibrous roots and his body is getting thinner. "As long as you... save me... all... to you..."

　　His voice gradually became nonchalant, some meaningless exhalation in his throat.

　　 Gouzhu did not move at all. His master had taught him a long time ago—some people should never feel compassionate towards them. Just like a tiger who is about to starve to death, if he survives, he will eat people after all.

　　 This Zeng Fan is like that.

　　 As for the conditions he said, it was a meaningless struggle at the end.

　　 Money, for Gouzhu, belongs to him, and that is his. If it doesn't belong to him, he can steal it.

　　 There is nothing more pleasant to him than stealing it himself. He doesn't need this kind of "legacy" from a dying person.

　　 Besides, Mu Fei is not something he can control if he wants to.

　　 Zeng Fan has been tortured for at least a quarter of an hour, and his breath has finally been cut off~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mu Fei is a cruel master, since he will naturally not let the opponent have a way out. But he still adhered to the tree emperor's order, still a bow.

　　 Feeling that the vitality of this terrifying patroller was finally cut off, Gouzhu released the shackles on his hand and stretched his muscles and bones.

　　 Using Mu Fei, the tree monster, as a way to get out, was actually a compelling adventure for him. This guy surrendered to the wood for only a few hours, and before that he chased them like dogs.

　　 Able to escape from this old oilman's patrolman, Gouzhu also broke out in a cold sweat, and also contributed his blood.

　　 This patrolman, who had never stopped dying with him, finally died, but his troubles did not decrease at all. There are still many guards on this mountain, and this life lawsuit is likely to fall on him.

　　 Leave him alone, let’s see if this person is really rich...

　　 Gouzhu touched him all over again.

There is no immortal lotus on this person, only a cloth bag, there are more than 100 heavy Xuanyin pills in it, and some pure Yang pills. It is very cautious to come to this person. More property is not carried with him, but hidden Somewhere.

　　 There is a gadget on his waist. Gouzhu took it off and touched it in his hand, vaguely feeling the aura fluctuations in it.

　　 "This guy has a flying magic weapon too!"

　　 This thing is a small jade eagle, only the size of a little finger, with soul breath printed on it.

　　 It's just that this fat man is dead, and his soul has become extremely weak.

Of course, the Gouzhu would not be polite, and immediately sent out his consciousness to investigate inside, only to find that it was an eagle-shaped flying magic weapon, slightly smaller than the giant crane when they came, but there should be no five people on board. problem.

　　 "Hey, I found such a big bargain."