The best waste god

There was only a soft sound of "Pu Chi", and the blade of the blood-red great sword directly penetrated through the iron gate, and came out from the other side. Looking at the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword, it was glowing red, and there was no damage at all.

But seeing this situation, Nangong Haotian frowned slightly. According to the memory of Nangong Haotian in his previous life, he felt that the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword might not be sharper than Nangong Shuangjie's family heirloom, Dragon Scale Back Arm Blade.

When Nangong Haotian thought of Nangong Shuangjie's Dragon Scale Back Arm Knife, he suddenly remembered that he had not seen that he had ordered anyone to go to Zhesha Yutan in the Saibei Mountains to fish out the Dragon Scale Back Arm Knife in the will of the Devil Slayer King. started.

Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian was startled, and hurried back to the front of the wooden platform.

However, there was nothing on the table except for a bag of clothes and the four stacks of rudders that made up the roster.

He put down the martial arts cheats and the Nether Dragon Slaying Sword, and hurriedly untied the small bundle on the side table, and found that besides a soft and shining gold silk battle armor and a few sets of brand-new clothes, there was also an exquisite and exquisite A small pennant with a golden dragon head.

The small pennant with the golden dragon's head was in the shape of a triangle, and the pattern embroidered on it was exactly the same as the pattern on the rock wall of the cave. It was just the dragon's head of the golden dragon, which was woven with golden silk thread, and there was nothing unusual about it.

The flagpole is about five inches long and is made of thousand-year-old stainless steel. Knowledge is a priceless jewel.

Nangong Haotian saw that there was no indication of who picked up the Dragon Scale Back Arm Knife in the small package, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then thought that maybe the old man in black robe just wanted to get a temporary respite, and tricked him to let go Clenched arms 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 again. However, Nangong Haotian thought of a way, "Even if the demon dragon slayer king didn't send someone to salvage the dragon scale back-arm knife, it's okay. The Shayu Lake is not as powerful as the legends say, you can just pick it up yourself when the time comes, it just takes a lot of effort!"

But is it really that simple?Zhesha Yutan, such a murderous and awe-inspiring 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 has even passed on his own skills, what is there to say?Why didn't the Devil Slayer King tell anyone to fish out the Dragon Scale Knife?

At this time, Nangong Hao realized that until now he still didn't know the old man in black robe's surname or name, except for his own nickname, Demon Slayer Dragon King, he didn't know his origin at all.

Because in the will of the demon dragon slayer, there is no mention of his life experience, nor his chivalrous deeds in the past, and even the mysterious strong man is not mentioned again. Presumably such a strong man must have no desires and no desires Begging, I want to wander among the beautiful mountains and forests, and I don’t want to be contaminated by the world.

Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian didn't hesitate anymore, swung his big sleeves, and put a few items into the Juelong Shengxian Ring, and immediately looked around. After Nangong Haotian didn't find anything else, he strode forward walked out.

When Nangong Haotian walked to the thirsty mysterious spring, a look of pity flashed in his eyes, "This kind of fetish that can stimulate the potential of the human body is not common even in the 25th century. Unfortunately, no one can do it anymore." I got it, I have absorbed it all by myself, hehe!" Nangong Haotian patted his belly narcissistically, as if he drank all the water.

Afterwards, Nangong Haotian raised his body violently and clenched his hands into fists. The power of chaos in his body swelled, and he punched towards the mysterious spring with boundless power. "I can't get it myself, so don't let others get it again!"

This is the way of life that Nangong Haotian learned in the 25th century.