Dragon Vein Martial God

After taking the healing pill, Jiang Ting exhaled a little..... He tried his best to activate the serial son and mother blade. It seemed very simple to kill Qi Hong to the brink of death, but in fact, the power of chasing advanced magic weapons was not so easy to activate. His meridians were suffering at the moment.

After recovering for a while, Jiang Ting went to the place where the fire and thunder exploded again... He was sure that Qi Hong must have been killed. How could he survive if he was hit by the fire and thunder at the end of the crossbow?

He only wanted to see if there were any spoils left.

Huoleizi is a kind of explosion attack of scope... He has given up the storage bag or something, because the storage bag is not a strong defensive thing. In the center of the explosion, it must have been blown up, and the things in the storage bag will disappear in the turbulence of space.

His only hope is that Qi Hong had better have something to stay.

Dasheng has been killed for so long, and even used a firecracker... If he didn't get anything, he would be so depressed that he would vomit blood.

Fortunately, it's a swamp with heavy moisture. Without mana, the blessing fire can't spread and will be extinguished soon.

After all, there's not much in the swamp, that's to say, there's a lot of moisture.

Close to where Qi Hong was before... There, it has been restored to the original.

After all, this is a swamp and muddy land. No matter how powerful the magic and treasure are, as long as there is no power to burn mountains and boil the sea, the mud will flow like water and fill up the concave place.

In the same place, except for a pair of boots, nothing was left... Other things were either smashed by huolei Zi, or disappeared with the space in Qi Hong's storage bag.

Looking at him, Jiang Ting's eyes became surprised: "these shoes seem to be the... Intermediate weapon Qi Hong wore?"

The power of Huo Lei Zi is not low. The weapon or blade under the intermediate weapon can't stop the explosion of Huo Lei Zi. It will be broken.

In other words, if you can survive the explosion of fire and thunder, you have to use intermediate weapons.

Mind between, Jiang Ting finger a hook, magic surge, the pair of boots to the body.

Divine idea slightly sweeps... Intermediate magic weapon!

"The magic weapons of boot style are basically auxiliary magic weapons... Making a lot of money." The smile in Jiang Ting's eyes began to spread.

There are three kinds of magic weapons.

Attack type, defense type, auxiliary type.

To sum up, attack weapons are the cheapest, defense weapons are more expensive than attack weapons, and auxiliary weapons are the most expensive.

It's not necessarily so, but in most cases, it's always so. For example, a complete set of attack weapons, such as Lianhuan Zimu blade, has a different value from ordinary weapons.

It's an auxiliary intermediate magic weapon. Is it worth as much as the advanced magic weapon?

"It's worthy of being the leader of the outer gate of the demon refining Pavilion. Even if everything else is lost, the only remaining booty is also of amazing value." With a whisper, Jiang Ting put the boots into the storage bag without hesitation.

Instead of rushing to refine, he looked into the distance... There was a rare bush in the swamp.

Jiang Ting just looked at it quietly, nothing happened.

After about ten breaths, Jiang Ting could feel that the pain and discomfort of the meridians had completely disappeared under the effect of the pill... But the time limit of the healing pill had not yet passed, and he was repairing the wound when he was fighting with Qi Hong.

Feeling his body for a while, Jiang Ting whispered: "Daoyou, can you have enough to watch the opera?"

"Ang..." in the sound of the dragon, the Xuanlong spear turned into a dragon, and pointed directly at the Bush that Jiangting could see.

But in the blink of an eye, in the voice of Jiangting, Xuanlong gun has been put out half the distance.

Once again in the past.

"Cluck..." with a burst of laughter, a shadow suddenly appeared from the Bush and jumped into the distance... The distance was close to three feet, and it directly fell on the branch of a big tree not far away.

With a bang, the mud splashed everywhere, and the Xuanlong gun sank into the mud, leaving only a handle less than half an inch on the ground.

Then Jiang Ting did not attack, but recalled the Xuanlong gun.

And the shadow leaping to the branches... Is a woman dressed in tight black, full of strange customs.

After seeing clearly, Jiang Ting was carrying a Xuanlong gun and his face was calm: "Han Youqing, Han Daoyou, I don't know. What can I do for you?"

That person, impressively is, the black feather Pavilion outer door big than the first name chief, Han Youqing.

In the distance.

Han Youqing's eyes flow. He jumps off the branch and steps barefoot on the surface of the mud... With magic protection, barefoot does not touch half of the soil.

Twists and turns, slowly close.

After a while, she stood about five feet away from Jiangting. Her voice was soft and sweet: "Daoyou, how can you be so ordinary and have a good life..."

The ending is getting lower and lower, and my heart is itching.

Even Jiang Ting suddenly felt that there was a little flame burning in his heart.

But for a moment, Jiang Ting bit the tip of his tongue.

Half a breath later.

A long flame sword appears on the top of Jiang Ting's head. As soon as it appears, it splits toward Han Youqing with a blazing flame.

Han Youqing's figure flashed and moved two feet: "Daoyou really don't understand the amorous feelings."

The fire sword hit the swamp, spread out a lot of mud, and then the mud flowed back to fill the potholes.

Jiang Ting's face was as usual: "the medicine gathering Valley has only been open for seven days. Does Han Daoyou want to go to the place where Qi hongdaoyou went?"

The Xuanlong spear pointed at the distance, and the spear awn spewed.

"Daoyou is really a piece of wood, cluck..." while hiding his face and smiling, Han Youqing drifted back.

Jiang Ting runs his magic power quietly, constantly calms his heart, and his fear becomes more and more intense... Han Youqing's magic that draws people's desire is still unknown to him.

Knowing nothing, Han Youqing has a great disadvantage in fighting. Fortunately, Han Youqing is not ready to tear his face.

On the other side.

As soon as Han Youqing retreated, he retreated five Zhang. He didn't stop until he knew that it was about ten Zhang away from Jiangting... For the ninth floor of gas refining, ten Zhang is an extremely delicate distance.

Whether it's attack, defense or escape, ten Zhang is almost the limit distance. It's also the most alarming distance when it's hard to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves.

"Daoyou was able to kill Qi Hong, but it made my family adore him." Han you's voice is full of yearning, but he pretends to be weak.

Jiang Ting looks unchanged: "although Qi Hong's strength is very strong, if Han Daoyou wants to make a move, I'm afraid it's much easier than Jiang."

At the bottom of his heart, he has some helplessness. He is not sure what Han Youqing's means are. If not, why talk to her now?

If he knows what Han Youqing's means are, he will not be afraid even if he makes it clear, even if he fights directly... However, the unknown is the danger.

Also because of the unknown, so fear!