Chapter 380 The Artifact Is Released

【Ding! If you kill the swordsman, a spiritual walker from the same camp, 60 reputation points will be deducted. 】

The first thing that sounded was not the cry from the audience, but the sound from the spiritual realm.

For killing this level 5 swordsman, Zhang Yuanqing was deducted 60 reputation points, leaving only 150 reputation points left.

With 150 reputation points, he can kill at most two or three saints, or seven or eight extraordinary people. The hunt for evil professions is imminent. Zhang Yuanqing used his star escape technique, flashed to the charred corpse, leaned over and picked up the scarlet sword and black iron mask. And the half-burnt ivy jacket.

Looking at it this way, it’s not a loss.

After he put away the props, noisy discussions broke out under the stage, and pairs of pairs looked at the young star officials on the stage with astonished eyes.

A level 5 swordsman was hunted down easily, and the person who killed him was a level 4 star officer.

Even though the Night Traveler is the pinnacle profession, there are still only a few people who can defeat a level 5 swordsman at level 4. Those who can do this must be the pride of heaven.

"This guy can't be Zhao Chenghuang."

"Hey, if it's him, it's reasonable. Maybe he can take over the position of Fengdu Ghost King and become the leader of Taiyi Sect in the Saint Realm."

"Have you noticed that his moves are linked together, and the props restrain the swordsman one by one, as if he had rehearsed them in advance."

"Well, it's not scary to have many props, but using each prop properly to restrain the enemy is the scariest thing."

Amidst the noisy discussion, Zhao Feichen stared at the ring, his face ashen, and the blood vessels on his forehead bulged one by one, showing extreme anger and unwillingness.

His hand tightly hugged the slender arm of his female companion. The young girl was sweating profusely in pain, her face turned pale, and she did not dare to speak out despite the pain of broken bones.

As the canary kept by the young master, she knew that if she couldn't bear the pain at this time, she would be beaten severely next.

"Damn, damn, damn."

Zhao Feichen gritted his teeth, his expression almost ferocious.

His bodyguard was a confidant trained by his grandfather. In ancient times, he was a dead soldier.

It is not easy to train a level 5 swordsman. In addition to his own talent, he has to invest a lot of resources. Now that he has suffered a loss here, let alone the punishment from his grandfather, I am afraid that in the future, he will not be able to get a bodyguard of the same level.

How could Zhao Feichen not feel resentful when the loss was so huge and the stove had not been snatched back yet.

Father should have received my message. At this moment, people from the Zhao family are all outside the Wanbao House. For the sake of my aunt, they cannot cause trouble in the Wanbao House. Wait until he has finished refining the props and leaves the Wanbao House. Ha. Zhao Feichen took a deep breath In one breath, he let go of his female companion's hand and said with a cold smile:

"Wonderful and wonderful, your Excellency has great tricks. The mountains will remain green and the water will flow forever. Let's wait and see."

After that, he hugged his beautiful female companion and turned to leave.

"etc!"

Just after taking two steps, the cold voice of the star official came from behind.

Zhao Feichen turned around with a cold expression and stared at the young man on the ring, extremely unhappy:

"What else is there!"

Under the gaze of more than a hundred onlookers, Zhang Yuanqing said slowly:

"According to the bet, the flint belongs to me, and so do your two legs."

There was a low uproar in the crowd. This man actually wanted Zhao Feichen's legs?

Who among the local spiritual practitioners in Huadu doesn't know that Zhao Feichen is the most beloved grandson of the Zhao family head. If someone touches even two hairs on his legs, let alone his legs, the Zhao family head will skin him and cramp him.

Zhao Feichen narrowed his eyes, "Brother, that was just a joke. You have already won the game, and Huo Shi is back with you. What else are you dissatisfied with? You are in the world, so don't do things to your heart's content."

Zhang Yuanqing smiled: "What a good man, don't do it all. Who said that I was destined to be defeated just now? Who said I had no choice? Who can do it? When you are in power, pursue and attack fiercely, leaving no way for others to survive. Now that you are at a disadvantage, you are trying to persuade others not to do anything wrong?

"Since the whole world belongs to your Zhao family, you are only allowed to bully others, and others are not allowed to bully you."

Is not it? Zhao Feichen's eyes twitched and he said with a hint of threat:

"Brother, let me remind you, if you dare to touch a hair on my head today, don't even think about leaving Huadu. You have just made a top-quality item, and you will die together with me and the Zhao family. Think about it for yourself, is it a good deal? !”

In the crowd, someone said:

"Brother, forget it, you can't beat the Zhao family, just finish refining the props and leave."

"That's right, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of Wanbao House if it's too late. There's no need."

Those who say these words are all native lawful professions.

The evil profession, wrapped in a robe and standing outside the crowd, said sadly:

"You are already shitting on me, and you still have to endure it? If it were me, I would have to support the young master of the Zhao family until I die."

"That's right, this Zhao Feichen is usually domineering and even dares to beat up official practitioners. This kind of person should either be punished or killed."

The evil profession was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, but after hearing these words, the surrounding lawful professions fell silent.

Zhao Feichen was domineering and flamboyant. Taking advantage of his family's power, he acted unscrupulously in Huadu. Many people had suffered losses, and those who had not suffered losses had also heard of the reputation of a bad boy.

If there was a chance to see Zhao Feichen's legs cut off, it would be a happy event.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at Lian Sanyue and said loudly:

"Madam boss, you are the witness of the bet. If I ask you now, will it still count?"

If you dare to protect your nephew, you are the master, and I will naturally swallow this breath, but I will be promoted to master in the future, and sooner or later I will settle the matter.

Everyone looked towards the outside.

Zhao Feichen said loudly:

"Auntie, this kid doesn't know what's good or bad, please take action to suppress him."

Lian Sanyue stood outside the venue, with one hand folded across his chest and the other hand holding a cigar, smiling as if it had nothing to do with him:

"Whatever the bet is, so be it!"

Zhao Feichen's face fell instantly.

What Zhang Yuanqing wanted was these words. His body turned into a dreamlike starlight, dissipated in the ring, and immediately appeared in front of Zhao Feichen.

"You bastard, are you really desperate for your life?"

Being forced into such a situation in front of everyone, Zhao Feichen's anger boiled over.

Ever since he was a child, has he ever been so embarrassed?

From childhood to adulthood, official deacons, powerful casual cultivators, and leaders of non-governmental organizations, as long as they were hanging out in Huadu, they would not be offended if they were not polite to them.

Unexpectedly, this star official is like a stupid young man who will not forgive others even if he has some sense of truth. Do you really think that he can travel all over the world with his sense of reason?

"Do you really want to take action?" Zhao Feichen was furious: "Do you know the consequences of offending the Zhao family in Huadu? If you break my legs, even if you are an official deacon, you will not be able to survive, you stupid young man."

As an official middle-level cadre, the deacon has great power and is backed by the Five Elements Alliance. In theory, he is more powerful than the direct descendants of the spiritual realm family.

But the fact is that the direct descendants of the spiritual realm family are more noble than most deacons.

In major branches across the country, there are not many deacons who disappear for no reason every year, but there are also a lot. Not all of them die at the hands of evil professions.

Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand and wiped it on his face. A little gold paint appeared between his eyebrows and quickly spread to the entire cheek. The black and red colors outlined the majestic and upright facial features.

Seeing this face, Zhao Feichen felt unspeakable fear and panic in his heart, as if he were meeting an ancestor of his family.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing golden facial makeup, looked directly at Zhao Feichen, with two golden lights in his eyes suddenly shining like beams of light.

He activated the skill that comes with Golden Face - Mental Strike!

Zhao Feichen raised his head and screamed in extreme pain.

Zhang Yuanqing raised his foot, kicked the arrogant second generation ancestor down, summoned the crimson blade and captured it in his hand.

He raised his foot, stepped on Zhao Feichen's chest, looked down at the handsome young master's face that was twisted in pain, and said calmly:

"Stupid Qing?

"Have you ever thought about it, in fact, your proud family background is not worth mentioning in my eyes."

After he finished speaking, he raised his crimson sword and slashed it down hard.

Zhao Feichen's two thighs were completely broken, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

He suddenly let out a heart-rending scream, his face turned pale and he was sweating profusely, then his eyelids rolled up and he fainted.

The physical fitness of bachelors in the extraordinary realm is no better than that of ordinary people.

Zhang Yuanqing shook his hand and swung his sword, throwing out a splash of blood. He didn't even look at Zhao Feichen and walked straight towards Lian Sanyue.

The young girl, who was called a female companion but was actually a slave girl, was sitting on her knees next to Zhao Feichen, her pupils were lifeless and her face was ashen.

Lian Sanyue tilted his head slightly and motioned to the two strong men beside him with his eyes.

The two strong men immediately pushed away the crowd, one of them picked up Zhao Feichen's body, and the other carried his two thighs, and walked toward the room at the edge of the ring.

Blood dripped into lines.

Watching his subordinates sending Zhao Feichen into the room, Lian Yueyue looked away and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, who was approaching with a golden face and a sword, and said with a smile:

"You now need a quiet room to eliminate the negative effects of the props."

Zhang Yuanqing stood with his sword in hand and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry!"

Lian Sanyue was right. He would now face the price of military soul masks, cursed puppets, waist-cutting blades and other props, and he would need to heal the negative emotions of Blood Rose's mental power.

He will not open the furnace to refine the weapon before the price of the item is over.

To give a simple example, the price of military soul facial makeup is moodiness and changeable temperament. If you suddenly become pessimistic when you are refining a weapon, you feel that life is too short and you might as well go back.

Then he jumped into the hundred-refining furnace and refined himself

Or, as you practice, you will feel ecstatic, and you can practice the red dancing shoes, Yin-Yang robe, perfect human skin, Little Red Riding Hood and other top-notch props in one go.

In short, now is not a good time to start a furnace and refine weapons.

Lian Sanyue twisted her waist and led the way, leading him into the room next to the Bailian Furnace. She leaned on the door frame with a cigar halfway through, blowing out white smoke:

"If you cut off Zhao Feichen's leg, the Zhao family will not let it go. They don't dare to come to my Wanbao House to cause trouble. They will probably squat at the door while you think about how to bring in reinforcements."

Zhang Yuanqing could not understand this woman more and more: "Are you from the Zhao family?"

Lian Sanyue laughed sweetly, her chest shaking with laughter:

"What do you think?"

After saying that, he turned and left.

An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing, who had eliminated the cost of all props, left the room and entered the room where the Hundred Refining Furnace was displayed.

The three-legged bronze furnace stands quietly, its belly is carved with raging flames, and its tall furnace body gives people an indescribable sense of heaviness.

This time Lian Sanyue didn't follow up and just handed ten pieces of flint to Zhang Yuanqing.

She might be there to treat Zhao Feichen's injuries, or she might be someone who was standing in the way of the Zhao family's investigation.

Zhang Yuanqing spent 500,000 and asked her to send a text message to notify Fu Qingyang. The content was: Yuanshi Tianzun is in trouble. Come to Wanbao House in Huadu quickly.

At this time, in front of the Hundred Refining Furnace, Zhang Yuanqing laid out twelve props including a breeding sapling, a hypnotic mobile phone, a waist-cutting blade, a cursed puppet, a treasure-hunting cloak, and an alienated coat.

Then he took out the three trophies: the broken rattan clothes, the mask that looked like an evil ghost, and the crimson sword.

Then, he took out the lucky necklace and put it on his neck.

Looking at the Hundred Refining Furnace in front of him, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had a thought:

Even if you let me stay here alone in March, aren't you afraid that I will steal it?

With this in mind, he stepped forward, placed his palm against the bronze stove, and opened the inventory.

【Ding! This item cannot be stored in the inventory. 】

A spiritual realm notification sounded in my ears.

"Sure enough, it won't work. No wonder Lian Sanyue is so relieved. If he wants to steal the Hundred Refining Furnace, he must carry it away, and this is impossible."

Zhang Yuanqing no longer thought about it, and followed the previous process, opening the furnace lid, throwing in a prop and a flint, covering the furnace lid, placing his palms against the belly of the furnace, and silently recited the type of props he wanted.

Propagate saplings.

[Remark 2: 86%]

Blood evil sword.

[Remark 2: 88%]

Cut waist blade.

[Remark 2: 96%]

Curse the puppet.

[Remark 2: 99%]

silverbait leather jacket

[Remark 2: 100%]

Finally, after adding eight more props and consuming eight pieces of flint, the energy in the Hundred Refining Furnace was finally fully charged. The entire furnace shook violently and the three legs slid slightly on the ground.

Powerful purple smoke spewed out from the air holes in the furnace cover, like a pressure cooker spewing steam.

This process lasted for more than ten seconds. The Hundred Refining Furnace calmed down, and the purple smoke in the pores curled up and was close to dissipating.

When the purple smoke stopped coming out of the air holes in the furnace cover, Zhang Yuanqing was so excited that he couldn't wait to jump onto the alchemy furnace and lift the lid.

In the alchemy furnace, there is a purple gold hammer lying. Its shape is exactly the same as the drum urn gold hammer, but the total length is only half a meter. The purple gold hammer body is like a small pumpkin.

The handle of the hammer is made of black iron, engraved with bloody incantations, and the head of the hammer is a three-edged thorn.

Zhang Yuanqing held the handle of the hammer and wanted to lift it, but was horrified to find that he couldn't lift it at all.

With my physical strength, I can lift a car. The total length of this hammer is only 50cm. Is it so heavy?

In desperation, he could only keep holding the handle of the hammer and read the item information.

[Name: Drum and Purple Thunder Hammer]

[Type: Weapon]

[Functions: Resonance, Armor Breaking, Bleeding, Binding, Hundred Refining]

[Introduction: A lucky man who gambled on the red eye, spent 16 props, and used a hammer forged in a hundred-refining furnace. Resonance: When the frequency reaches the same level, it can destroy all defenses in the world, including props; Armor-piercing: The three-sided thorn on the hammer tip has Armor-breaking effect, with bleeding. Binding: After binding the owner, the prop can no longer be used by others until the original owner dies. This is the rule. Within ten kilometers, the owner can summon it at will. Hundred-Refining: The Hundred-Refining Furnace gives it the ability to be upgraded. Once suitable materials are found, it can be smelted a second time. 】

[Note 1: The items in the inventory can be bound. 】

[Note 2: If you are a strong man with a height of two meters, I can let you use it for ten minutes. If you are not, then I can only let you use it for five minutes. 】

[Note 3: After recognizing the owner, you can view the second and third forms. 】

Zhang Yuanqing swallowed, and with a trembling emotion, put the 50cm long hammer into the inventory.

The next second, the small hammer reappeared in his hand. It was still extremely heavy, but it was as light as nothing in the owner's hand.

"Activate the second form!" Zhang Yuanqing ordered in a low voice.

In an instant, the half-meter-long hammer "melted", and the liquid purple gold condensed into a pistol. The pistol was shaped like an extended version of the Desert Eagle, and was made of purple gold.

The total length is thirty centimeters, the barrel is thick and long, and the handle of the gun can be held by Zhang Yuanqing with both hands.

This is not a pistol, this is a hand cannon!

Awesome hand cannon.

Just by looking at its domineering appearance, you can imagine how powerful this pistol is.

[Name: Thunderstorm Cannon]

[Type: Pistol]

[Functions: Thunderstorm Bomb, Binding, Hundred Refining]

[Introduction: A lucky guy who bets on the red eye, spends 16 props, a hand cannon forged through a hundred-refining furnace, thunderstorm bombs: this prop can fire ball lightning, with an effective range of 30 meters, and can accumulate one thunderstorm bomb in three days, and the maximum accumulation Three pieces. Binding: After binding the owner, the prop can no longer be used by others until the original owner dies. This is the rule. Within ten kilometers, the owner can summon it at will. Hundred-Refining: The Hundred-Refining Furnace gives it the ability to be upgraded. Once suitable materials are found, it can be smelted a second time. 】

[Note 1: Even insight cannot make it more accurate. 】

[Note 2: The pain of lightning strikes is extremely unbearable. 】

[Note 3: The greater the power, the greater the recoil. Be careful with your hands. 】

"Open the third form." Zhang Yuanqing whispered with heavy breathing.

The hand cannon immediately melted into liquid purple gold and quickly spread out, turning into a purple gold round shield one meter long and sixty centimeters wide.

[Name: Purple Thunder Shield]

[Type: Armor]

[Function: defense, energy storage, rebound, binding, hundreds of refinements]

[Introduction: A lucky man who gambled on the red eye spent 16 items and forged a shield through the Hundred Refining Furnace. Defense: It has excellent defense, but it can only resist physical attacks from the front. Energy storage: When encountering a physical attack, the shield will absorb part of the energy. When the shield emits purple light, it means that the energy storage is completed and the energy is activated. It can resist any physical or energy attack at any level. This is the rule. Rebound: All physical attacks will be rebounded by the shield by 10%, turning into lightning and rebounding to the enemy, producing a paralysis effect. Binding: After binding the owner, the prop can no longer be used by others until the original owner dies. This is the rule. Within ten kilometers, the owner can summon it at will. Hundred-Refining: The Hundred-Refining Furnace gives it the ability to be upgraded. Once suitable materials are found, it can be smelted a second time. 】

[Note: When you have strong defense, you lose the desire to attack. 】

Zhang Yuanqing held a shield and murmured: "I am invincible. Fu Qingyang, female marshal, old Bangzi, and demigods are all rubbish."

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.