Since Wu Mingkong dealt with four ungrateful people last time, he has never been troubled by Wu Mingkong.

The lessons of the past are the leaders of the future.

People in the martial arts world are crazy, not stupid.

More than a month passed quickly. Wu Mingkong heard about it yesterday that Feng Yang, the owner of Zhenjian Villa, had already come out of seclusion, and the divine weapon now has only one last step left.

That is to recognize the master. If the divine weapon has a spirit, you will be able to choose the master.

Wu Mingkong couldn't help but be amazed at this. It was not that he had a spirit to the divine weapon, but that the weapons he had worked hard to forge were so cheap and cheap to others?

Can he be willing to do this?

If it were Wu Mingkong, if he worked hard and made up the materials and forged them, in the end, the weapon told Wu Mingkong that we were not suitable, and I would go to find my master.

Wu Mingkong could directly bring back the sand sculpture weapon on the spot, so what could it do if it was a magic weapon?

"Dear fellow students, today is the day when the divine weapons in Zhenjian Villa are born. The magic weapons have spirits and will choose their masters. I wonder which one is fortunate to become the lord of the divine weapons today." Feng Yang introduced loudly on the stage.

Wu Mingkong looked at him coldly. He came to watch the ceremony and glanced at the group of people from the Jianghu, Xuan Jingsi, Iron Blood Army, and the people from the Wugeng Sect did not seem to have come.

The same is true for the Tianjian Sect and the Ye family in Jiangnan. The people of the three religions and the nine ranks present were all a group of mobs, either the last sect or the declining family, or the other ones who were willing to make money from the lower ranks.

"There is something wrong with this." Wu Mingkong took a few steps away from the crowd.

"The divine weapon has a spirit to choose the master, so it is naturally the strongest one. Everyone here is a hero and a hero, and they are all people who are striking the world, but..."

Before Wu Mingkong finished listening to Feng Yang's words, he asked a smell in the air. This smell could not be discovered under the scorching sun. Fortunately, he was sensitive and had an intelligent brain, so he discovered it.

"It seems to make people feel excited, make people feel excited, make people feel dizzy, and are easily provoked."

"It seems that I discovered something amazing, no wonder those big forces didn't end up."

Wu Mingkong knew that Feng Yang hid a step, which was not a ritual for the recognition of the divine weapon, but a blood sacrifice to the blade.

As Feng Yang's tone became more and more intense, the group of people in the martial arts world were ready to move, holding the knife in their hands tightly, waiting for a good opportunity to kill immediately.

Wu Mingkong saw that all the attention of the group of people was attracted. He moved away from here in three or five steps, and turned over and left Zhenjian Villa.

As expected, Wu Mingkong left less than half a quarter of an hour, and the Zhenjian Villa immediately became a flesh-and-blood grinding field. A group of people who had lost their wits fought wildly, regardless of who the people around him were, and they would slash when they drew their swords and stab them when they drew their swords.

Wu Mingkong looked at the scene sent back by the nanorobot and couldn't help but sneered at the corner of his mouth: "It's so calculating."

However, the plan Wu Mingkong said was not Feng Yang, the owner of Zhenjian Villa, but Tianjian Sect, Jiangnan Ye family, Xuanjingsi, Iron Blood Army and Wugeng Sect.

As for the Imperial Heaven Prison, he was probably the only one who came here.

The Blood Sacrifice arrived at the end, and Feng Yang stood in front of the divine weapon with disheveled hair, laughing a little crazy: "The 97th place in the divine weapon, the Bloodthirsty Sword, hahaha..."

"Swish, swish, swish"

The vast arrows in the sky hang down, and then the thick and neat sound of horse hooves directly broke through Zhenjian Villa.

The Iron Blood Army took action.

"The Iron Blood Army Xiafu Duwei Banwen is here, and I am in charge of the matter of using human blood sacrifice." There are thirty-six cavalry in total, and the leader is Xiafu Duwei Banwen. These thirty-six people are connected in vague true energy, as if they are one.

Wu Mingkong also noticed this situation: "Military formation, the Earth Evil Turbulent Formation, this group of Wen seems to be the direct line of the General of the National Protection, otherwise how could he be taught the Earth Evil Turbulent Formation."

Wu Mingkong also heard about this evil evil formation of earthly evil spirits. He needed to form thirty-six people from the Gangqi realm. Once the formation was formed, the thirty-six people were like one, advancing and retreating, and the true qi was connected, and they could kill warriors who were perfect in the celestial realm.

"This military formation tactic seems to have similarities with the formation. It seems that there is something worth learning, so I have to find a way to plan it." Wu Mingkong was a little envious of this.

It’s a pity that the Dagan Lantai Pavilion does not have tactics of the Liberation Army formation, only military books. These tactics of the military formations are the ability of the generals to settle down, so how could they be placed in the Lantai Pavilion?

"The Iron Blood Army is not at the border to suppress the alien races, what are you doing in Lingnan?" A middle-aged man in green clothes came to the air. This man was Ye Chengzhi, an elder of the Ye family in Jiangnan, and a warrior in the celestial realm.

"Is it that the world is Wang Tu? Ye Chengzhi. You have to be careful when you speak, otherwise you will be careful when someone is taking off your head when you go to bed at night." This sound is soft and glutinous, and it sounds very nice, but he is a scholar-like person with a pale face and no beard. He is the rootless Huangmen Ling Wenyu.

Wen Yu came in the air, which was obviously a celestial realm. He saw a ruthless look in his eyes, and three bright silver needles flashed like streams of light.

Only the jingling sound was heard, and a figure was forced out of the shadow by him.

"The Tianjian Sect's Shadow Sword Jianlu, I didn't expect that so many years have passed, and it's still a rat that made a hole." Wen Yu looked back several steps with disgust and held a short sword in his hand.

"You group of Yin and Yang people in the gutter are so embarrassed to say to me." Jian Lu, the Tibetan Shadow Sword, didn't care about Wen Yu scolding him at all, but instead retorted.

Wen Yu's face became even more gloomy, but he endured it. He knew that it was not a chance to take action now. It would be fine if he could kill him with one blow just now, but if he missed one blow, he would be in a stalemate next.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that I was just a small step late. This Zhenjian Villa was so lively, otherwise I would add one more." A figure jumped up like a big roc and stood in the air.

"Shangguan Ran, you are here, are you no one in Xuan Jingsi?" Ye Chengzhi seemed to have a dirty trick with the visitor.

"I'm a shit-scratcher, then you'll be shit." Shangguan Ran said with a playful expression.

Ban Wen glanced for a moment and couldn't help but snorted coldly. Although everyone in the Iron Blood Army was in the Gangqi Realm, with the blessing of the Earth Evil Turbidity Formation, he was not afraid of these people at all: "Chunjingsi, Wugen Sect, Tianjian Sect, Ye family, where are the people from the Imperial Heavenly Prison? According to my spy, this seventh-grade Lingtai Lang from the Imperial Heavenly Prison had already arrived at this Zhenjian Villa a month ago."

Wu Mingkong didn't plan to come out now. He was still calculating the Iron Blood Army's evil turbid formation. This is a little difficult for him. The other people are all small problems.
Chapter completed!