The old man misunderstood Tu Yan, and his eyes looked a little weak when he looked at Tu Yan.

"Do you want that?"

Chu Zheng leaned against Tu Yan's shoulder and asked him in a loud voice.

Tu Yan came back to his senses and took a look at Chu Zheng.

The girl leaned against her, naturally and casually, her hands passed through his arms, gently holding them, and her posture was intimate and ambiguous.

Tu Yan didn't know what Chu Zheng was asking: "What?"

"That in his hand." What holy weapon.

It looks ugly.

It's made of bones...

Tu Yan went to the Tengshe Clan last time for this holy weapon.

He held Chu Zheng's hand tightly: "I heard that the holy weapon of the Tengshe tribe can predict it."

The spells of the Tengser Clan on his body could not be solved, and perhaps he could ask something from that holy weapon.

But I didn't expect that something would happen when he went there.

"Then I'll grab it for you." Chu Zheng said.

Tu Yan's heart thumped.

Before he could refute, Chu Zheng had already let go of him and walked towards the old man.

"That lend me to use."

The old man was stunned for a moment and pointed to the holy weapon in his hand.

Chu Zheng nodded.

The old man Tu Yan looked over and lowered his voice: "Little guy, you are a divine beast, what are you doing with him?"

I'm not stuck with good people, are I still with you?

Chu Zheng glanced at him coldly: "Do you want to borrow?"

"This is a holy weapon!" How can you borrow it casually?

"Or what I'll borrow from you." If it weren't for the holy artifact, who would have liked such a broken bone?

"..." It makes sense. "Why don't I borrow?"

Chu Zheng raised her hand, clenched her fists, and her face was very calm: "Then I can only grab it."

Although Tu Yan, this guy, wanted to get rid of him quickly, he did misunderstand him before.

As compensation, the old man agreed to lend it to them.

"What do you want to ask?" said the old man: "I can only ask, otherwise your fate will be the same as hers."

There is mysterious power in the holy artifact.

The Tengsnake tribe has holy tools and will not be harmed.

But others will be like enchanting...

Thinking of this, a murderous aura flashed in the old man's eyes.

He had heard from the elders of the tribe that the holy tools contained powerful power, far exceeding them, and they should never be used by people outside the Tengser tribe.

For so many years, the holy artifacts have been among the Tengser tribe.

Even if someone asks for use, they will ask for it on their behalf.

No one has ever personally passed the holy tool.

He didn't expect that the price was so high.

Tu Yan wanted to ask about the curse on him.

The old man seemed to know that there was a curse on him and didn't ask much.

He sat cross-legged, his hands folded up, and placed the holy weapon in the palm of his hand.

Chu Zheng didn't know how the old man communicated with the holy artifact, but the holy artifact responded quickly.

Ink marks gradually appeared on the white bones.

Hong, wilderness, end, head...

There is nothing behind.

It took about thirty seconds to display, and the ink marks gradually disappeared.

We still have to go to the end of the prehistoric world.

Where to start and end.

The King of Juemingling Ridge didn't understand what they were saying, so he just wanted to send these strange beasts away as soon as possible.

He still needs to open business on Jueding Ridge!

"Is this thing trustworthy?" Chu Zheng expressed doubts.

Suddenly, he was angry when he was questioned, and the old man was blown up: "You can question me, but you can't question the holy weapon!"

Chu Zheng: "..."

I just said casually, don't be so excited.

"The holy weapon of the Tengser tribe has never made any mistakes." Tu Yan and Chu Zheng explained: "Since it says so, it should not be wrong." It is just the end of the prehistoric world...

The old man stood up with the holy weapon angrily: "That is the murderer who destroyed my clan. Can I take it away?"

He pointed to the charming.

Yaorao was covered in blood at this time and she had fainted.

The old man's eyes fell on her were as sharp as a knife, with anger and hatred.

Although the old man was usurped the throne, many juniors in the Tengshe clan were unaware of it.

He grew up watching those tribesmen.

He was destroyed overnight, how could he not feel heartbroken and hated?

"It's easy." It can't be done, and it's useless for her to hold it.

"That..." The King of Juemingling raised his hand and asked: "Why is she like this? What is in that bone bottle?"

"A secretly made of Tengser can temporarily lose its power of movement after inhalation." The old man said: "It is useful for both divine beasts and ferocious beasts."

Yaorao takes it directly, and the consequences are much more serious than inhalation.

But it won't die.

"I heard..." The old man touched the holy weapon, and his tone was a little hesitant: "Little Phoenix, come here, I will only talk to you."

The old man waved to Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng didn't move: "Don't call me Little Phoenix."

Tu Yan's fingertips trembled, and his eyes moved to Chu Zheng. The eyes that were always gloomy were shining with a little light at this time, like the sunshine that penetrated the dark clouds.

"...Little guy, come here." The old man changed his mouth.

The old man was not angry and angry, he looked like a kind and harmless old man.

Chu Zheng let go of Tu Yan and walked towards him.

The old man took her a few steps to the side, as if he was afraid that Tu Yan would eavesdrop.

"That end of the vast world is not a good place. Little guy, don't go to die with that thing."

The divine beast should play with the divine beast, and the ferocious beast... or what should we do if the public enemies in the prehistoric world do?

Chu Zheng: "Do you know what's there?"

Old man: "It's not rumored that there is a monster."

Chu Zheng: "You said it's a rumor."

The old man choked.

He suddenly changed the subject: "Do you know where the Tengser tribe's holy weapon came from?"

"..." Chu Zheng asked with face, "Where?"

"In that fog." The old man said, "The spell of Tengser brought back by the ancestor Tengser was also learned from the holy tools. But... do you know what happened to the ancestor who brought the holy tools in the end?"

"Dead."

“…”

Of course he died!

Is this a matter of saying?
To be continued...