Your weapon is pretty good, but it still lacks a bit of tempering
Jun Changxiao entered the Yutian Realm simply to see how powerful and prosperous a plane greater than the Upper Realm could be. Yet not only were they unwilling to welcome him, they were now preparing to make a move.
Fine.
He would accompany them to the end!
He had passed through two planes recently, neither particularly strong, so Jun Changxiao had not been able to stretch himself. This place had many experts—he should finally be able to fight to his heart's content!
Since transmigrating here, Gousheng had fully integrated into the High Martial World. His blood was brimming with the instinct to fight!
If not for the restraints of being a sect master, he would probably have long since become a wandering hero who challenged the great talents of the world.
"You dare draw a weapon?"
The old man in Daoist robes sneered. "You do not know whether you are alive or dead!"
"Hmph!"
The middle-aged martial artist standing nearby raised his hand and summoned a spear etched with strange patterns. "I will deal with this brat!"
"Battle-pattern Tiger Guard Spear!"
Envy filled everyone's eyes.
Their Cultivation levels were nearly the same. If they wanted to determine victory or defeat, they could only rely on equipment. Whoever possessed something good would inevitably become the target of jealous envy and hatred.
"Not a bad spear," Jun Changxiao evaluated.
The System Mall had refreshed plenty of weapons, and he also had a Master Craftsman like Fan Yezi. When it came to weapons, he had some appreciation for them.
"Pah!"
The system said, "Its spearhead is glowing red. Anyone with eyes can see that!"
"Will you die if you do not spout nonsense?"
"I just do not want to watch