"You are really good at martial arts and weapons. The black-faced brother has opened my eyes this time!"

After performing a hammering dance, the black-faced man put the hammer behind his back, and the howling black wind stopped. He looked around the courtyard with his stomach raised, looking at the messy scene of the broken grass and trees, and Mei Ji crying endlessly, and then he was satisfied.

Go back to your seat.

"The black-faced brother is so lucky to have such a weapon. It is really a blessing from God. Just an ordinary caravan can transport such magic weapons. Is there anything fishy in this? Is it possible to take it rashly?

Causing trouble?"

General Mousebat was always cautious, so he asked immediately when he thought of something inappropriate.

"It will be fine. I have already interrogated that caravan. They are engaged in the business of digging graves and fighting. They digged out this magic weapon from a grave near Wuyun Ridge. I don't know if it was used as a burial object.

It has been buried for many years. Except for the dead person buried in the grave, there is no so-called suffering owner, so there is no need to worry about the origin of the magic weapon."

The iron bed in the main seat was a little smaller than the black-faced man's three-foot figure, and he couldn't sit upright, so he put away his magic and shrank his body back to its original size like a deflating balloon.

It may also be that the consumption just now was too much to cancel the three-foot-long monster body. The black-faced man felt a little weak in his body. He felt a little unsteady in holding the two-thousand-kilogram Sky-shaking Hammer in his hand, and he almost dropped the hammer in his hand.

The weapon fell from his hand and fell to the ground.

It quickly took a deep breath and put the hammer on the bed pretending to be relaxed, not wanting General Ratbat to see any signs of weakness.

"I see, the eldest brother is very resourceful and has thought of this a long time ago, but the younger brother's reminder is unnecessary."

General Mousebat looked at the copper hammer with greedy eyes, and couldn't help but hold the two smooth balls in his hand a little tighter, as if he could only use this kind of warmth to soothe his heart of despair of not having a mid-grade magic weapon in his hand.

In the courtyard, the servants of the palace began to clean up the overturned tables and chairs and serve the wine and meat again. Just when the banquet was about to continue, a clear sound of drinking suddenly sounded in the sky.

"That's not necessarily true. This magic weapon was dug out from my Wuyun Ridge. As the landlord of Wuyun Ridge, I, the Taoist Crow, should be the master of the magic weapon. What is your intention of taking my magic weapon by force, you, a wild boar?"
Chapter completed!