Only a soft sound of "plop" was heard, and the sword blade of the blood-red sword penetrated directly through the iron door and came out from the other side. Looking at the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword, it flashed red light without any damage.
But seeing this situation, Nangong Haotian frowned slightly. According to the memory of Nangong Haotian in his previous life, he felt that the Netherworld Dragon Slayer Sword may not be sharper than the Dragon Scale Anti-Arm Knife, the family heirloom sword of Nangong Shuangjie.
When Nangong Haotian thought of Nangong Shuangjie's Dragon Scale Anti-Arm Knife, he immediately remembered that in the Demon Dragon Slayer King's will, he did not see that he had ordered anyone to go to Zhesha Yutan in the Saibei Mountains to fish out the Dragon Scale Anti-Arm Knife.
things that happened.
Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian was startled and hurried back to the front of the wooden platform.
However, there was nothing else on the horizontal table except a bag of clothes and the four stacks of general registers.
He put down the martial arts secret book and the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword, and hurriedly untied the small baggage on the table. He found that in the small baggage, in addition to a soft and shining gold armor and several sets of brand-new clothes, there was an exquisite and exquisite
Golden dragon head small banner.
The small golden dragon head banner is in the shape of a triangle, and the pattern embroidered on it is exactly the same as the pattern on the cave stone wall, except that the golden dragon's head is woven from golden silk threads, and there is nothing strange about it.
The flagpole is about five inches long and made of thousand-year-old fine steel. The bottom is tapered. There is a bright red pearl on the head of the pole, which is three points larger than a dragon's eye. It emits bursts of dazzling light. It is easy to see at a glance.
Knowledge is a priceless jewel.
When Nangong Haotian saw that there was no sign in the small bag explaining who had picked up the Dragon Scale Anti-Arm Knife, he couldn't help but be stunned. He then thought that the old man in black robe might just want to get a temporary respite and tricked him into letting go.
It's the clasped arms that tell the story.
It's a pity that the Demon Dragon Slayer King is dead now, and it's too late for Nangong Haotian to confront him. However, Nangong Haotian thought of a way, "It doesn't matter even if the Demon Dragon Slayer King doesn't send someone to salvage the Dragon Scale Anti-Arm Knife. This discount
The Evil Feather Pond is not as powerful as the legend says, you can just fish it out yourself when the time comes, it just takes a lot of effort!"
But, is it really that simple? Zhesha Yutan, such a murderous name, how could there be nothing to match it!
After thinking about it, Nangong Haotian felt something was wrong again. The Demon Dragon Slayer King had no reason to lie to him. Now that he had even passed on all his skills to him, what was there to say? Then why didn't the Demon Dragon Slayer King tell him who his name was?
Go fish out the Dragon Scale Anti-Arm Knife?
At this moment, Nangong Hao finally realized that until now, he still didn't know the surname or name of the old man in black robe. Apart from his own nickname, which was the Demon Dragon Slayer King, he didn't know anything about his origins.
Because in the will of the Demon Dragon Slayer King, there was no mention of his origins or his chivalrous deeds in the past. It didn’t even mention the mysterious strong man. Presumably, such a strong man must have no desires or desires.
I want to wander among the beautiful mountains and forests without being polluted by the world.
Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian did not hesitate any longer. With a wave of his sleeve, he placed several items into the Juelong Immortal Ascension Ring. He immediately looked around, and after Nangong Haotian didn't find anything else, he strode forward.
Went out.
When Nangong Haotian walked to the thirsty mysterious spring pool, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, "This kind of divine object that can stimulate the human body's potential is not common even in the 25th century. It's a pity that there is no more
If a person can get it, it will be absorbed by himself, hehe!" Nangong Haotian patted his belly narcissistically, as if he drank all the water.
Then, Nangong Haotian suddenly raised his body, clenched his hands into fists, and with the power of chaos in his body, he struck towards the mysterious spring pool with boundless fist power, "If you can't get it yourself, it's better not to let others get it again!"
At this time, Nangong Haotian learned how to live in the world in the twenty-fifth century.