Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1708 The blood of the heart and the sorrow of the weak
  "This Chaos Divine Hammer is the same set as the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Armor, and the Tao Yun of Thunder was used during the training."

"In addition to protecting you from defense, this Nine Heavens God Thunder Armor can also use the thunder and lightning contained on it to fortify your body all the time."

Zhang Yan did not answer Master Huang Long but instead introduced these two items, the best spiritual treasures the day after tomorrow.

For monsters, thunder tribulation is their biggest obstacle.

But with the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Armor, which was forged with thunder and lightning every day, once I got used to it, it actually solved a big problem for Master Huang Long.

Perhaps in the future, the body will get used to it, and it will be able to absorb the thunder tribulation and forge the body out of instinct during the thunder tribulation.

When worn during thunder tribulation, it can also automatically absorb lightning to store energy, reducing the pressure on those who survive the tribulation.

With it, the certainty of surviving the thunder catastrophe has increased by more than 10% or 20%.

Although this was specially made by Yuanshi Tianzun for Zhang Yan, it seemed to be tailor-made for Huanglong Zhenren.

"This hammer also contains lightning points, so it can catch you by surprise."

Huanglong Zhenren looks a little rough, and most monsters are strong. The roughness goes well with these hammers.

"What does senior brother want from me?" Looking at these two top-quality spiritual treasures, Huang Long's heart was pounding.

But in this ancient world, a three-year-old child. We all know that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

"Junior brother, it's time to see the outside world." Zhang Yan took Master Huang Long in his arms and said with a smile.

"We are all brothers from the same sect. I am the senior brother who should take care of me."

"Senior brother is right!" Huang Long was really confused and could only follow Zhang Yan's words.

"We are all brothers, so we should help each other."

Are you here to build your reputation and compete with the deputy leader Ran Deng for academic affairs?
  "Senior Brother, it's really difficult here. I want to trouble Junior Brother, is it okay?"

"Senior brother, please tell me." Master Huanglong felt much more at ease. Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

It's just that this matter may be a bit difficult. Huang Long could really imagine that they were two top-quality spiritual treasures after all! Yuanshi Tianzun specially refined it, and it is no worse than ordinary innate spiritual treasures.

Only a well-established businessman like Zhang Yan doesn't take it seriously.

"I've been practicing an elixir recently, and I'm missing a certain medicinal ingredient." Zhang Yan said slowly.

"Senior brother, you have found the wrong person. I don't have any rare medicinal materials." Master Huang Long was dejected and his voice was dry.

These two pieces are like top-quality spiritual treasures tailor-made for him!
  It hurts to quit just like that!
  "If you want to find medicinal materials, why don't you go to the Bajing Palace to find your uncle?" Zhang Yanqing is the first disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, and Taiqing Saint will give him face.

"Dragon blood." Zhang Yan spat out two words lightly.

"A pain in the ass?" Master Huanglong is already weighing how many drops are needed to be worth the value of two top-quality spiritual treasures. Will it damage the foundation? Is it cost-effective?

He thought silently.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and decided to give up to four drops, nine drops of his heart and soul. Although giving four drops would severely damage his vitality, it would not damage his foundation.

No more.

"I can give you four drops!" Huang Long stared at Zhang Yan closely.

There was some veiled pleading in his eyes.

"Ordinary blood will do."

Looking at Master Huang Long, who looked like a strong man with his wrist cut off, Zhang Yan felt funny, but also a little sad.

In this primitive world! The weak can only survive hard, even the disciples of the saint.

His status in Yuanshi Tianzun is not as good as that of Baihe Boy.

"It's just that the quantity is a bit high." Zhang Yan added, although he sympathized with Master Huang Long, he would not do business at a loss.

(End of this chapter)