Upon hearing this, a group of Dajin people hurriedly waved their hands.
"Ancestor, don't worry. Even if we sell everything we can, we still have to find a magic weapon for Tingmeng."
"At least it's no worse than the Eight Swords of Qionglong!"
The big man was obviously still not satisfied with this answer.
He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then murmured to himself: "If Xiaojiu hadn't taken the initiative to take on such a huge cause and effect, we in the Zhiren lineage wouldn't have the leisurely days we have now."
"Nowadays, he is too poor to give decent rewards to his officials. It is a taboo for a king to not know the rewards and punishments!"
"Let's just say Hui Wu Ming. You can say that you have lost all your heart and brains for us, right? Sacrifice the entire clan without blinking an eye."
"But in the end, have you fallen behind? Now you still have to fight with others with bare hands... Hey, if you tell me, I feel sorry for the Hui family, it's embarrassing!"
"And that blood dragon, that weasel... they are all such good ministers..."
When all the wealthy people heard this, their faces were filled with black lines.
In line with our ancestor's wishes, we not only have to "arm" Tingmeng, but also "contract" all the magical weapons of his subordinates.
He looked at the Xuanyuan Sword, which was constantly being thrown around by his ancestors, and then at the most promising junior in his family...Here!
For that glimmer of hope, what’s a magic weapon?
If you are reluctant to give up your children, you cannot catch the wolf. If you are reluctant to give up your wife, you cannot catch the gangster. Give it to me!
Although the "hemorrhage" was decided, the people of Dajin were still reeling:
Although the magic weapons that were cobbled together were of the highest quality, their shapes were a bit too horrible to look at.
Let's put it this way, maces, meteor hammers, and mountain axes are all considered normal. Among them are kitchen knives, embroidery needles, black pots, and even bricks, door panels, and other exotic weapons.
The most outrageous thing was a small, black, boxy box with a crying expression painted on it.
If Chen Daji saw it, he would definitely complain: "Holy shit, urn?!"
When the Dajin people saw the "things" each other brought out, they all felt that it was a bit excessive.
Just when he was worried that his ancestor would be dissatisfied and get into trouble again, the big man smiled.
Laughing from the heart.
"You did a good job this time and won my heart very much!"
"That kid Xiaojiu is good at everything, but he's just too weak."
"From now on, the meteor hammer in the left hand, the mace in the right hand, the kitchen knife behind you, the black pot, and the door panels all fly together. Only in this way can you have the momentum that a great emperor should have!"
Yan Bi waved his sleeves, and the pile of strange-shaped things immediately flew towards the "lower realm".
The big man was happy, but the more the golden people thought about it, the more frightened they became.
Was it Meng Lang that I was waiting for just now?! I didn’t think twice about it!!
Imagine Hua Jiunan playing the piano with one hand and wielding the meteor hammer to hit people with the other hand.
From time to time, there will be a "flying kitchen knife"...the scene is really "unbearable to watch".
If Tingmeng knew that these "stuff" were sent by us...
At the thought of this, all the golden people broke out in cold sweat.
"Old, ancestor, I want to change some magic weapons to listen to the dream again, but it's too late..."
For the time being, let alone the big man who was worried about gains and losses and the big man who was snickering secretly. At this time, Hua Jiunan was already on Master Chang Ba's back again and was about to rush to the blue stone coffin.
But before the giant worm could "take off", I suddenly felt a biting chill.
It felt like we were sleeping in bed in the middle of winter, and were suddenly taken out and thrown into icy water.
The eighth master, who was as strong as Chang, couldn't help but shudder, and then his face became alert.
He tightened his grip and looked around with his big head twitching.
"Little sir, be careful, there is so much resentment!"
Hua Jiunan nodded slightly, then raised his head and looked into the distance.
Amidst the endless cries of injustice, a blood coffin slowly floated towards this side.
Resentment comes from the blood coffin.
On the four walls of the blood coffin, all kinds of ferocious faces kept pouring out, all of them staring at Hua Jiunan with malicious expressions.
"Thousand years of soul, ten thousand years of hatred, hatred for the injustice in the world."
"There is no way to avenge, there is no way to redress grievances... Hua Jiu is in trouble, why don't you die!!"