God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 876 Missy Is a Locksmith

The three of Yue Qingcheng stood in front of the house.

Look at that lock.

"What the hell? Can't you split it?"

Feng Xiaobai held the slightly trembling knife, it was a black-grade knife, but when it hit the lock, it only sparked sparks, and did not leave the slightest trace on it.

Let alone split!

"This is……"

Yue Qingcheng paused.

This is a magic weapon.

"What is it?" Feng Xiaobai asked suspiciously.

This is the first time he has encountered such a thing, obviously the lock looks very ordinary, but it is not the style of Huaguo.

But, why can't even Xuanjie knife be helpless?

Before Yue Qingcheng could reply, he said again: "How about I go find a locksmith?"

Yue Qingcheng shook her head, "There's nothing the locksmith can do..."

If the locksmith could break it, there would be no need for Mou Weiting to make a spiritual weapon lock.

Otherwise, if the locksmith unlocks it and locks the spirit weapon away, isn't he at a loss?

Her face suddenly darkened.

I don't know if Mou Weiting has any other spiritual weapon in his hand, if there is, it would be too bad.

"What should I do?"

Feng Xiaobai scratched his head, momentarily at a loss.

Yue Qingcheng raised her eyebrows, "What kind of black iron do you have in your hand? It's harder than a thousand year old black iron..."

This thing is more difficult to find.

Yue Qingcheng is not sure if he has it, if not, things will be difficult tonight.

"I don't have the millennium black iron... But, I have this, do you think it will work?"

Feng Xiaobai took out a black bottle.

Uncap the bottle and pour out some mixed gold and black sand.

"This is... magic sand?"

Yue Qingcheng glanced at him in surprise.

She had never seen this thing before, but there was an introduction to it in the information given by Di Bugu.

In the nine countries, it is impossible to have such a precious thing.

"Yeah, it seems to be called such a name. My grandfather gave it to me to play with. When it is said to be a weapon, adding a little bit can make the weapon very rigid!"

Yue Qingcheng nodded, "Give it to me."

Feng Xiaobai hurriedly poured the magic sand in his hand back into the bottle, some sand grains accidentally fell on the ground.

He clapped his hands to shake off the fine sand in his hands.

Yue Qingcheng was silent for a while, and said, "You took away 100 million yuan."

Feng Xiaobai slowly widened his eyes, "...huh?"

Yue Qingcheng took out a piece of black iron from the storage bag, and glanced at him, "Magic Essence Sand, it is rumored that a grain of 1 yuan stone...Moreover, there is a price but no market."

Ten thousand and one pills may not be able to be bought yet!

Feng Xiaobai's face turned pale in an instant, "Oh, why didn't you remind me just now, hey, my 100 million..."

He quickly lay down on the ground, trying to retrieve them one by one.

It's a pity that the sanitation in the prison is very problematic. The magic sand is mixed in the soil and trying to get it back is like fishing for sand in a sea.

Yue Qingcheng ignored him again, and focused her gaze on the black iron in her hand.

Then, press on the lock.

The flame appeared in her hand, melting the black iron, and then embedded it into the lock slot little by little.

Looking at the spirit weapon lock, Yue Qingcheng's eyes darkened.

In fact, there is another way, that is, the spirit weapon sword given by Di Bugu, which may be able to break the spirit weapon lock.

However, after Yue Qingcheng made the weapon, she also realized that there is a connection between some spiritual weapons and their owners.

Forcibly breaking it open will cut off the connection between the spirit weapon and its owner.

Maybe Mou Weiting will notice it.

After touching the black iron thoroughly, Yue Qingcheng pinched a few grains of magic sand and pushed it into the period.

The black iron began to become extremely solid.

Yue Qingcheng twisted slightly.

"Crack!"

(End of this chapter)