Divine Might Iron Spear

For a moment, the man in black was in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat.

Seeing this, the young girl in red quickly shielded Uncle Chen and retreated to the Guo brothers' side.

At this time, Guo Xi'wu had also checked Guo Xuewen's injuries and given him simple treatment. Although Guo Xuewen was seriously injured and unconscious, his wounds were not fatal.

Meng Qingshan didn't care about the lives of the Guo brothers. He walked straight to the girl in red and asked in a low voice, "Do you have anything to eat?"

"What?!"

Upon hearing Meng Qingshan's words, An Ning'er was clearly stunned, and then the two words blurted out almost without thinking.

Meng Qingshan thought she hadn't heard clearly, so he leaned closer to her ear and explained softly, "To be honest, I haven't eaten anything for almost two days. Does anyone among you have any food?"

Although An Ning'er had been childhood sweethearts with the Guo brothers, their relationship was more like that of siblings, as close as blood brothers. She had rarely been this close to a strange man.

At this moment, Meng Qingshan's breath gently brushed past her ear and neck. She couldn't help but take half a step back, a blush of shyness appearing on her face.

She took a wineskin from her waist and looked at Meng Qingshan. Seeing his clear eyes and no hint of flirtation, her displeasure subsided slightly.

An Ning'er said, "The food was all stored in the carriage, but now it's gone. The only thing I have left to eat is this wineskin!"

Hearing this, although Meng Qingshan felt a little disappointed, he still took the wineskin from the girl in red's hand, a smile appearing on his lips, "Wine will do too."

He eagerly pulled out the stopper and began to drink greedily.

"Ning'er, this wine..."

Guo Xi'wu saw Meng Qingshan take the wineskin and drink it all, seeming to want to remind him of something, but before he could finish, An Ning'er interrupted, "Brother Da Guo, how is Brother Xiao Guo?"

Guo Xi'wu opened his mouth, saw the girl in red's silencing look, and finally said, "He is still alive."

At this time, among the men in black, one person quietly stepped forward and whispered a few words in the leader's ear.

The hesitation and doubt in the leader's eyes were instantly replaced by determination and coldness.

He looked coldly at Meng Qingshan and the others, his tone full of disdain and provocation, "Hmph, kid, the Seven Mysteries Sect never oversteps its bounds when investigating cases. This is the Central Continent. Do you think the mere mention of Sheng Wubing's name can scare us away?

Today, I want to see if the strength of the Seven Mysteries Sect constables from Yunzhou is truly as great as their reputation!"

On Meng Qingshan's side, he had already poured the last drop from the wineskin into his mouth.

A blue, semi-transparent text immediately appeared before his eyes:

[You have consumed 'White Jade Fat', Vitality recovery efficiency +40%, Physique attribute +20%, Strength attribute +20%, effect lasts for 4 hours!]

"Good wine, it's truly good wine!!!"

Meng Qingshan praised repeatedly from the bottom of his heart, then tossed the wineskin back to An Ning'er.

At this moment, he had entered a slightly intoxicated state, the favorite state for those who enjoy drinking.

Seven parts sober, three parts wild, as if floating in the clouds, his whole body seemed to become lighter and more agile.

As the alcohol gradually permeated his body, Meng Qingshan's body began to heat up. He enjoyed the wonderful stimulation his nerves received from the slight intoxication.

At this moment, even the hunger in Meng Qingshan's stomach seemed to have vanished.

Instead, there was a sense of power he had never felt before.

As the saying goes, 'When you carry a sharp weapon, the urge to kill arises.'

Meng Qingshan had just inherited the legacy of the 'Great Hero of Shenzhou', Xiao Tianfang. It was impossible to say that he didn't want to test his current cultivation and strength.

Almost any player would want to practice the combat effectiveness of new skills after acquiring them, and Meng Qingshan was no exception.

"Your Excellency is truly bold, daring to disregard even the name of Constable Sheng of the Seven Mysteries Sect. Since that is the case, let Zhang try to gauge your capabilities."

After speaking, Meng Qingshan turned his gaze to An Ning'er and pointed to the long spear beside Uncle Chen, who was meditating and regulating his breath, and asked, "May I borrow this weapon?"

An Ning'er hesitated, "This spear is called Divine Might, it's about a zhang long and weighs seventy-two jin. Even if an ordinary martial artist could lift it, they would find it difficult to wield it freely..."

Before she could finish, An Ning'er's voice abruptly stopped.

She saw Meng Qingshan flick the long spear up with his toe and easily grasp it in his hand.

As the spear entered his hand, a cold and heavy sensation instantly spread through his palm like an electric current.

Meng Qingshan couldn't help but feel a strange tremor, a surge of instinctive excitement from his body.

Since being injured, this body had not experienced the feeling of holding a spear for a long time.

Now, holding this spear, although Meng Qingshan felt it was still a bit light, it didn't hinder its use.

With a turn of the spear in his hand, instantly, Meng Qingshan felt as if this spear was an extension of his own arm, becoming one with him.

With a thought, the attribute panel of this spear appeared before his eyes:

Item: Divine Might Hundred Refined Spear

Belongs to: Divine Might Camp

Description: This spear is the standard issue weapon for soldiers of the Divine Might Camp under King Yun Chu. It is about a zhang long, weighs seventy-two jin, and is forged entirely from hundred-refined steel and red copper. The entire body is coated with black lacquer. The spearhead is carved with a lifelike fire dragon head, while the tip is shaped like a dragon's tongue, resembling roaring flames, exuding extraordinary power.