6kv Chapter 17: The Holy Soldiers Are Thrown Away At Random, And Everyone Is Scrambling For Them
Chapter 17: The Holy Soldiers Are Thrown Away At Random, And Everyone Is Scrambling For Them
Then, the two entered the attic. Except for a few powerful guards and the ancestors of the two tribes who accompanied them, the rest of the protectors were all guarding around the attic. In addition, a large number of defensive formations were also arranged. "Hehe, Master." "I heard that you are going to make dragon claw and phoenix leg soup. Can I have a sip too?" "Even if I lose the Root Bone head, it's fine." Suanni took the opportunity to come over and begged. As an ancient beast, his blood is very special, and he can naturally sense that the dragon claw and phoenix leg contain the power of the inheritance of the Ten Evils. Ancestral Dragon, Phoenix. Any of these names will make all the beasts in the world crazy. If you can devour the essence and blood, you will definitely be able to evolve your own blood and get one step closer to pure-blooded creatures. "Okay, don't worry."
"Since you are my mount, and you shocked the pure-blooded sub-dragon of Long Aotian before."
"I will definitely not treat you unfairly. I will let you eat more meat than bones in a while."
Wang Teng touched his head and comforted him.
The next moment, under the gaze of Jiang Ziyue and Suanni, he came to the balcony of the attic.
There is plenty of light and spacious space here.
It's just right for stewing soup.
Just as he was preparing seriously, the various forces that had not yet dispersed near the battle stage below.
Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but wonder.
"What is the prince of the Wang family doing?"
"It's late at night, he hasn't rested yet, how can he be so energetic?"
Prodigy looked puzzled.
"Look."
"He is taking something out of the storage bag, and there are dragon claws and phoenix legs next to him."
Saint Child, a force, reminded.
"No way."
"Just now I heard him say he wanted to stew soup. Does he really want to stew Long Aotian's hand and Feng Yanran's leg?"
Some Divine Child suddenly realized and said in surprise.
I thought it was a joke.
But I didn't expect that Wang Teng was serious and stewed soup in front of all the Myriad Races.
Just then.
On the attic, Wang Teng took out a bowl from the storage bag, looked at it and shook his head.
"No, this bowl is too small, it can't even hold the ingredients."
"I have to find a big one and stew it all at once."
The next second.
There was a clear clang.
He threw the bowl down casually.
Seeing this, the people below didn't take it seriously at all, and continued to watch Wang Teng's next move.
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At this time.
In the crowd, Saint Child of Zhongyang Sacred Land inadvertently glanced at the bowl.
You don't know until you see it.
You're shocked when you see it.
He just rubbed his eyes.
After confirming it, he pushed the crowd around him and rushed over to pick up the bowl.
"Saint Lord, I picked it up."
"Hahahahaha... Look, I picked up the bowl, I picked it up..."
He held the bowl and shouted to his own Saint Lord.
Like he was crazy.
He laughed foolishly.
This sudden scene.
It caused everyone present to laugh, all laughing at him for not having seen the world.
"It's just a broken bowl that was thrown away."
"He still holds it like a treasure, I really don't know how he became a Saint Child."
"No wonder they are worse than the previous generation."
"It turns out that their vision has problems from bottom to top."
"That's right, that's right."
"In my opinion, this Zhongyang Sacred Land will probably never recover in the future."
You said something and I said something.
The Saint Lord of Zhongyang Sacred Land in the crowd immediately lost face.
Although they are ordinary Sacred Lands, the ancestor with the highest combat power is only Saint Realm.
But it doesn't mean they don't care about face.
"Beast, get over here."
"Do you still have any sense of honor? Even if you can't beat him, you can't be a beggar!"
He rushed forward angrily.
He snatched the bowl from his Saint Child's arms.
Just when he was about to throw it away.
He realized something was wrong.
The moment his hand touched the bowl, a dazzling light suddenly illuminated the surroundings.
"Hiss~"
"What... is this?"
Buzz——
Take a closer look.
On the inner and outer walls of this bowl.
There are terrifying law patterns carved on it, which are the holy weapons used by the strong men in the Saint Realm.
"What?"
"Is this bowl a Saint-level weapon? Or a Saint weapon that produces law patterns?"
An old ancestor of a major sect opened his eyes wide and was amazed.
"Fuck!"
"Why didn't I see that this bowl was a Saint weapon? It was picked up by the people of Zhongyang Sacred Land first."
An ordinary Sacred Land Saint was very upset.
He hated himself for not looking at the bowl a few more times, otherwise he would have picked up the Saint weapon.
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At the same time.
While putting the Saint-level bowl into the storage bag, the Saint Lord of Zhongyang patted his Saint Child on the shoulder.
The smile on his face was about to overflow.
"Hahahaha, well done,"
"Although I can't stand out in this Myriad Races conference, I still have something to gain."
"This Saint Lord really didn't make a mistake about you. Having you... is really a blessing for this Sacred Land."
As soon as the voice fell,
He immediately ran away.
He waved to the people of his own faction in the crowd and led them to leave the place quickly.
He prepared to rush back overnight.
You know, as an ordinary Sacred Land, Zhongyang Sacred Land does not even have a single Holy Weapon.
It was hard to get it.
If it was snatched by other jealous forces, it would be a loss.
And after they left.
A rain of Holy Weapons instantly fell from the attic.
Swords, sticks, pots and pans.............even a few spiritual herbs.
All the useless things Wang Teng used to stew soup were thrown down.
It caused everyone to scramble for them.
Of course, people from first-class forces and top families naturally looked down on these Holy Weapons.
"Too embarrassing."
"Just some holy soldiers, although they have some value, but these people don't even care about their face."
"See, this is the difference between us and them, we can't eat charity."
"Otherwise, sooner or later, we will degenerate into an ordinary force like them."
The ancestor of Heavenly Demon Sect was self-righteous and took the opportunity to educate Divine Child beside him.
As a first-class force and a Great Saint Realm cultivator, he hated these people's competition.
I wanted to slap each of them.
"Remember, ancestor."
"I will definitely practice hard and strive to bring Heavenly Demon Sect to a higher level."
The Divine Child of Heavenly Demon Sect nodded and made a bold statement.
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In the attic.
Wang Teng, who was searching in the storage bag, finally found a relatively satisfactory stewing equipment.
"Hey, this thing is good."
"The caliber is large enough and the height is suitable."
"Not only can it hold both ingredients, but it can also add some other side dishes."
"I'll choose you to make the soup."
It was a tripod.
It was simple and presented in nine colors.
It was dozens of times stronger than the aura of other holy weapons, and there was a faint pressure.
The patterns carved on it.
There were even a few quasi-Imperial Laws.
There was no doubt.
This was a Great Saint-level tripod,
a Great Saint weapon!
If it was placed outside, even ordinary Great Saints would tear their faces and fight for it.
Even the first-rate forces.
They didn't dare to let their own emperor carry a Great Saint weapon.
Only the wealthy and powerful ancient Wang family would treat these as street cabbages.
Let Wang Teng play with them by himself.
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Just then.
The Heavenly Demon Sect ancestor who had just educated his own Divine Child.
Suddenly his eyes lit up.
The next second.
There was a whoosh.
He seemed to be stepping on a wind-fire wheel, urging the fastest martial arts in his life.
He rushed to the bottom of the attic balcony.
Then he raised his hands high.
He looked up at Wang Teng intently, calculating where he would take out the things and throw them next.
He kept shouting, louder than when he was grabbing the hydrangea.
"Wang's son, you are just a kid."
"Today, the two Great Geniuses who can beat the restricted area must have used despicable means. You don't have real skills..."
"If you have the ability, use the tripod in your hand to hit me. If you don't hit me... I look down on you."
He shouted out all the words he could think of in his life to attract hatred.
Just to make Wang Teng notice him and throw the unwanted Great Saint weapons at him.
But it didn't go as he wished.
After throwing so many holy weapons, this Great Saint-level tripod can finally meet his needs for stewing soup.
Why would he throw it down?