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Ma Xingkong followed the good and began to take out his equipment.

The space in his hand was twisted. After a moment, a golden bell, the size of a fist, covered with mysterious patterns, appeared between his palms - it was the Chaos Bell.

Seeing this Chaos Bell, a hint of surprise appeared in Old Feng's eyes. He nodded and said, "The top-grade magic weapon, both spiritual and physical attacks, is enough for ordinary monks to use it to the third level. You have not refined it to the life-long magic weapon. Although in this way, the sending, receiving and using it is not enough, it will not be restrained from development and has the ability to stabilize!"

Hearing Mr. Feng’s praise, Ma Xingkong did not show any compliment. He just said calmly: “Mr. Feng has good eyesight. This thing is a magic weapon that the younger generation snatched after killing the core disciples of the Kunlun Sect.”

The Kunlun Sect is a super force that is one of the nine major cultivation sects in China, with the Blood Demon Sect, and it has great power. At that time, Ma Xingkong killed Shi Shaojun. Although he didn't know why Kunlun didn't come forward to cause trouble for him, he always left it alone, which was a knot in his heart, which was not good for him to break through to the fourth level in the future.

If you think about it carefully, the core disciples of the nine sects who died under Ma Xingkong include: Cai Yan, Shi Shaojun, and Li Hai, the Blood Demon Sect. He is now an enemy of all over the world. If the power behind him is not tough enough, he will be slapped to death by a fourth-level strong man in the future.

So Ma Xingkong said this now, but he was not showing off his brilliant achievements, but a test of the dragon clan's attitude towards him.

After hearing Ma Xingkong's words, Feng Laozi raised his beard. Not only did he not have any reproach, but he looked happy and proud: "Okay! OK! Good! Originally, among the new generation of talented people in the Dragon Clan, except Long Changfeng, there were all soft-hearted characters. Lingsha's child is good, but unfortunately he is a daughter. Fortunately, you are here again!"

Although he stayed in the main dragon hall these days and Ma Xingkong was shooting artillery, he had a strong sense of divineness and unconsciously collected a lot of information, and his impression of his sworn brother Changlong Changfeng was no longer just about the fate he had met.

He was warned by his elders many times that he immediately fled after encountering a fourth-level strongman. Although Ma Xingkong had never really fought against the fourth-level strongman, he also had some judgment on the strength of the fourth-level strongman.

And who is Long Changfeng? That is the existence who has killed a fourth-level strongman after crossing the level!

Seeing that the old general Feng was compared with Long Changfeng, even Ma Xingkong, who was as thick-skinned as the city wall, was a little embarrassed: "Old Feng is over-reputable."

"Excessive humility means pride. Not to mention anything else. Just the two innate talismans in your body that are extremely compatible is enough to let you deal with ordinary third-level peak powerhouses. Why are you humble? Kill Kunlun's core disciples. If they come to take revenge, the number of people below the fourth level will kill as much as they come. As for those above the fourth level, there are old guys who support you, don't worry!"

It can block Kunlun's fourth level, and naturally it can also block the Blood Demon Sect's fourth level.

Ma Xingkong doesn't even need the dragon clan to help him block his life. He just needs to give him a buffer time, and after he breaks through to the fourth level, all the grudges and entanglements can be ended.

Therefore, Mr. Feng's words completely calmed down Ma Xingkong's heart.

In an instant, he felt as if he had let go of a burden, and his whole body had a lot of thoughts. The extremely rich heaven and earth vital energy in the main dragon hall communicated with the true energy in his body, and his cultivation level was improved by several points.

Ma Xingkong: The cultivation of true qi is 70% in the middle of the third stage.

"It feels like a backer. It's really good..." Ma Xingkong blinked, a knowing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he began to continue to extract equipment.

With a thought, the Feiyan spear was tightly held in his hand, and the Tuoxie armor, the size of a rice grain in the Dantian, spread to the surface of his body in an instant.

"The armor is called Tuoxie, and the spear is called Feiyan." Ma Xingkong was wearing golden armor and a blood-colored battle robe. He held a red spear and was holding a talented person with a majestic weapon.

Before Ma Xingkong could hand over these two equipment to Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng blurted out: "Top magic weapon! And both of them are suit-type growth magic weapons that can evolve into spiritual treasures!"

Seeing Ma Xingkong's equipment in such a formation, even Mr. Feng, who had lived for more than two thousand years and had seen countless artifacts, had his eyes straightened.

If the top magic weapon with growth attributes appears in the hands of a fourth-level strongman, it may be reasonable, but if two of them appear in the hands of a young man in the middle stage of the third stage, there will be a problem.

Mr. Feng was almost certain that almost no fourth-level strongman had seen Ma Xingkong's Tuoxie and Feiyan, otherwise he would have bullied the small and snatched the enemy regardless of his face.

"When did you get these two things?"

"About a year or two ago."

"You are really lucky! In the past ten years, except for Japan and some corners on Earth, most of the fourth-level strong men have gone to the 'that place'. Otherwise, if the old guys see it, Fei Yan and Tuoxie will definitely not be with you now."

What Mr. Feng didn't know was that Ma Xingkong had worn the Tuoxie War Armor and swam between his five fingers to pretend to be x in front of the fourth-level powerful man in Japan. However, because he was pulling the dragon skin at that time, the fourth-level ancestor of the Oda family dared not act rashly, so he simply went to seclusion and practiced in seclusion.

Hearing Mr. Feng praise, Ma Xingkong began to face his two equipment for the first time. He has always regarded Fei Yan as a hard and sharp spear. The Tuoxie Battle Armor is even more soy sauce. It is obviously an excellent armor, but what works for him is the blood-colored battle robe hanging on the armor that supplements the essence and blood.

"It seems that my biggest gain in Bai Qi's treasure should not be that simple. I must dig deeper in the future." Ma Xingkong said in his heart.

"But I feel that they are just hard, and there is nothing special about them..."

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"Please give me advice!" Ma Xingkong honestly and honestly made a gesture of asking for advice.

Mr. Feng seemed to be very helpful to Ma Xingkong's attitude. He snorted softly and said, "I can only see from some traces that these Feiyan and Tuoxie should be the work of those madmen in the Qin Dynasty's weapon refining masters. As for the control methods, I have no more. But you can exchange them in the warehouse later. Take out all the things first and let me see how you can make the most efficient use of the 800,000 contribution."

Ma Xingkong flipped his hand and took out Meng Ke from the blood jade belt: "There is only one thing to save your life."

Mengke's whole body is a black jade plate the size of a fingernail. There are countless small black particles on the plate. If you look closely, you will find that those particles are actually complex acquired runes.

"It's for life?" Mr. Feng initially glanced over Meng Ke inadvertently, but did not find anything special. After hearing Ma Xingkong's words, he really began to observe Meng Ke.

He looked at it for more than ten minutes and seemed to be fascinated.

Looking at Feng Lao Ruzhi's intoxicated appearance, Ma Xingkong was not easy to disturb him, so he sat cross-legged and studied the strangeness of Fei Yan and Tuoxie next to him, but after more than ten minutes, he found nothing.

Old Feng sighed quietly, and then said slowly: "I have been immersed in the art of refining weapons for nearly a thousand years, and I have never encountered such a... such a magical object."

He seemed to be a little uncertain about Meng Ke's nature. He thought for a long time before he could barely describe it with the word magic.

"Directly ignore the cultivation and mental strength, and create an illusion based on the negative emotions in the locker's heart. If you are below the fourth level, you will not return and will at least fall into a slowness of up to three seconds. Even if you are a fourth level strongman, you may be pulled into a dream and experience a real dream. A dream of Nan Ke is worthy of the name of Meng Ke."

As someone who has experienced the test of Mengke's fantasy, Ma Xingkong understood that Mr. Feng's words were almost the fact, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes: "Awesome! Mr. Feng, can you imitate Mengke?"

Mr. Feng reluctantly returned Meng Ke to Ma Xingkong and said, "It is my limit to be able to see that its function is already my limit. If you want to imitate it, there is no possibility at all. I can guarantee that, let alone me, even the top weapon refiner in the fourth level, I can't imitate it."

Although Ma Xingkong had predicted the difficulty of making Mengke based on the power of his power, he was shocked when he heard Mr. Feng's words: "So exaggerated?"

"Exaggeration? Humph... Let me tell you this. If you take Mengke to find the old guys in the clan who are keen on refining weapons, you can at least get a innate talisman." Old Feng seemed to be feeling sorry for Ma Xingkong's ignorance and said with some contempt.

"So valuable?" Although I had expected it, Meng Ke's value still made Ma Xingkong secretly shocked.

Although Ma Xingkong did not seem to have taken much effort to condense the runes of the Southern Witch's Flame Rune and the Dragon of Extreme Dao, he knew that his situation could only be regarded as an isolated case and could not be regarded as a common situation.

A monk with normal understanding needs to spend hundreds of years specifically understanding a certain skill or Taoist art to condense the value of the innate talisman that can be measured by money? Most of the treasures of heaven and earth cannot be compared with it.

But the small Mengke can be equivalent to an innate talisman, which shows its value.

Seeing that Ma Xingkong seemed to be thinking, Mr. Feng said solemnly: "Although this thing can be regarded as a priceless treasure, if you encounter a hostile fourth-level strongman, don't be stingy and just use it. Your own value is not as good as our tribe, even ten or hundreds of Mengkes."

Although he knew that Mr. Feng said this as a means to enhance his sense of collective honor for the Dragon Clan, Ma Xingkong still felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

"Understood."

Ma Xingkong looked at Mr. Feng's eyes and did not say anything, but the sincerity and sincerity in his eyes made Mr. Feng understand that this is a person who knows good or bad things and knows his grudges.

Nodded, Mr. Feng said, "I have figured out what you need."
Chapter completed!