"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
The crisp and loud slaps echoed in the chaotic void, continuously.
Countless big black hands stretched out from the shadows.
Facing Di Jiang's rough face was an inhumane beating.
"Ouch, don't hit me, don't slap me in the face!"
Di Jiang was held firmly in place by Conceptual Grade's hard control, unable to fight back.
Poor Ancestral Witch leader.
His face was swollen and turned into a doughy bun.
The lips are swollen.
What he said was a bit leaky.
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced!"
Di Jiang cried out vaguely for mercy.
"Haotian brother... ah no."
"Uncle Haotian, stop fighting!"
"I will never hang around in front of Zixiao Palace again!"
"Can't I just admit defeat?!"
Hearing that Di Jiang was overcome with weakness, Haotian lay on the ground like a cocoon.
Only then did he stop singing about the lonely brave man.
He got up from the ground and dusted off his leather jacket.
He snorted coldly and regained his aloof dignity.
"Humph, you know what's going on!"
"If you dare to bother me again, I will swell the other side of your face!"
Having said that, Haotian flicked his sleeves.
Turning around and walking into Zixiao Palace, the door slammed shut.
Watching Haotian leave, Zhao Gongming hiding in the dark put away Recording Stone.
He stretched out contentedly.
I was just about to cast Heaven and Earth Teleportation Talisman and leave this place of right and wrong.
Suddenly, a big hand swelled like a bear's paw.
Grabbed his arm.
"Brother Zhao, don't leave!"
Zhao Gongming looked back and saw Di Jiang holding a pig's head.
Not only is he not as decadent as he was beaten just now.
Instead, he happily came forward.
There was a clear sense of stupidity and fanaticism in his eyes.
"Martial Uncle, what are you doing here?"
Zhao Gongming ducked back in disgust.
Di Jiang rubbed his hands and said with a big tongue.
"Brother, I thought about it for a while."
"Now all Primordial Era and Quasi-Saint have Abstract Magic Treasure that you refined."
"My wheelchair and stretcher no longer have any advantage."
"They take advantage of me wherever I go. It's really frustrating!"
"I would like to ask you to refine some magic weapons for our Witch Race great witches!"
"After all, besides Xiang Liu, that kid can Retreat retreat retreat."
"The other great witches went out to fight, and they suffered a huge loss when they met Abstract Magic Treasure!"
Zhao Gongming heard this and touched his chin.
Big business!
"It's not impossible."
Zhao Gongming set up the score.
"But you know the rules. You need to prepare top-notch materials and treasures."
Di Jiang When he heard that there was something going on, he happily slapped his thigh.
"Don't worry, the treasures of heaven, materials and earth have been prepared a long time ago!"
"Just wait for you, brother, to go over and turn on the furnace!"
"Let's go, let's go Pangu Hall!"
Mount Buzhou, Witch Clan Ancestral Land.
Di Jiang pulled Zhao Gongming excitedly.
Just stepped into the door of the Pangu Hall.
"Di Jiang, you bastard, how dare you come back?!"
"Fuck him!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three terrifying evil spirits erupted instantly.
I saw only three major Ancestral Witch: Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong.
With red eyes, he said nothing.
He rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Di Jiang.
He looked like he was going to eat him alive.
"What the hell, what are you doing?!"
Di Jiang was so frightened that he ran away with his head in his arms and called for help.
"Don't hit me, there are outsiders here!"
"I asked brother Zhao Gongming to refine Abstract Magic Treasure for the great witch brothers!"
"It's about business!"
I heard the words Zhao Gongming and refining magic weapon.
The three Ancestral Witch who were about to make a fatal move instantly stepped on the brakes.
It stopped abruptly in front of Di Jiang.
The three of them snorted coldly and put away their evil spirits.
When he turned to look at Zhao Gongming, he immediately put on a warm smile.
Zhao Gongming looked at this scene and was completely confused.
He approached Di Jiang and asked curiously in a low voice.
"Martial Uncle... how did you do it."
"You turned your own brother into a life-or-death enemy?"
"Isn't this hatred level too stable?"
Di Jiang touched his swollen cheek, not only was he not ashamed.
Instead, he smiled and expressed quite proudly.
"Harm, what's the point?"
"I just have a slight talent for being annoying."
Zhao Gongming The corners of his mouth twitched crazily and he rolled his eyes.
"Who the hell is praising you?!"
"You're really out of breath, aren't you?"
At this time, Gong Gong and Zhu Rong came up happily.
One left and one right pulled Zhao Gongming.
"Martial Nephew Zhao is here, a rare visitor!"
"Come on, let's go, we must treat you to a good meal!"
"Today we will eat roasted monster thighs!"
Zhao Gongming waved his hand calmly.
He looks like a workaholic and dedicated.
"You two Martial Uncle are so polite."
"Don't be in a hurry to eat. I'm here to do business."
"Let's refine the magic weapon first. Customers come first."
Di Jiang hurriedly came over and took out two treasures that exuded ancient aura from his arms.
One piece is a heavy ancient meteorite core.
The other piece is the Jiuyou Weeping Blood Stone that shines with red light.
"Brother, this is the material!"
"I want to give Xing Tian and Jiu Feng to Dawu."
"One person can refine one piece of Abstract Magic Treasure!"
[Ding! High-level weapon refining materials detected!]
[Matching plan: You can refine defense-ignoring/critical hit and sonic/mental breakdown concept magic weapons respectively!]
"Easy!"
Zhao Gongming took the material.
He walked directly into a secret room next to the Pangu Hall.
After 7749.
With two strange lights rising into the sky, Zhao Gongming pushed the door open and walked out.
In his hand he held two magic weapons with extremely contrasting shapes.
The smile on his face is harder to suppress than AK.
The first piece is a pink meteor hammer with spikes.
The hammer handle is also tied with a pink bow.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successful refining!]
[Magic weapon name: Critical Meteor Hammer]
[Grade: Houtian Spirit Treasure(Conceptual Grade)]
[Concept attribute: Ignore defense·Crushing heavy attack!]
[Effect: A hammer blow, ignoring any physical and magic defense, forcing a critical hit with real damage!]
[Side effects: A tough guy acting like a baby and a little hammer!]
[Restrictions: When wielding the meteor hammer, the user must clench their legs, twist their body, and shout the designated lines in an extremely sweet and artificial lolita tone!]
"Little Hammer, beat your chest!"
"Big bad guy, hey, hey, hey, I'll beat you to death!!"
The second piece is a flashing red light.
Signs similar to modern traffic lights.
[Magic weapon name: The Red Light Turning Left]
[Grade: Houtian Spirit Treasure(Conceptual Grade)]
[Concept attribute: Demonic Sound penetrates the brain and bleeds from all seven orifices!]
[Effect: When this red light is used, a sharp and harsh Conceptual Grade sound wave will be emitted!]
[Let enemies within the range bleed instantly, suffer mental collapse, and even Dao Heart be damaged and fall into extreme mania!]
[Side effects: Manic attack·Hysteria!]
[Restrictions: The user must have distorted facial features, a broken and manic expression, as if he has suffered great injustice, and scream hysterically!]
"The Red Light Turning Left It's the hardest to wait!!!"
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Zhao Gongming looked at these two magic weapons.
The picture has appeared in my mind involuntarily.
The headless hunk Xing Tian, who is two feet tall and muscular.
Holding a pink meteor hammer, shouting coyly, bang bang bang, then hit your chest with the small hammer...
The heroic witch Jiu Feng is holding a traffic light.
The facial features are distorted and scream the Red Light Turning Left It's the hardest to wait...
"Hiss!"
Zhao Gongming took a deep breath and couldn't help but shudder.
"This lethality is not only aimed at the enemy."
"Don't even miss the eyes and ears of friendly forces!"
"Xing Tian, Jiu Feng, I'm sorry."
"For the great abstract cause of Primordial Era, I have wronged you!"