The round spout, the plump body, and the golden handle that is extremely easy to hold...
The moment Ning Fengzhi saw the true identity of that thing, his whole body went numb.
"Fuck!"
With a shrill exclamation, the elegant sect leader's demeanor that he had worked so hard for decades was shattered to pieces.
The sound was split.
"Uncle Sword! Quick! Give it a sword! Don't let that thing touch me!!"
Ning Fengzhi would rather forcefully connect with Soul Skill than have any intimate contact with this thing for even tenths of a second!
This is no longer a question of injury, this is a question of dignity and good health!
Sword Douluo Chen Xin's response is lightning fast.
Today, if Ning Fengzhi is really attacked by such crude means, he can write the four words Chen Xin backwards for his kendo!
However, the moment he raised his hand and slashed out Seven Kill Sword, his iceberg face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years cracked open.
He also saw it clearly.
That's not a gold brick, it's not Soul Tool, it's not even some weird weapon.
That damn thing is a gleaming one with exquisite workmanship and even a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water carved on the body of the pot...
Golden Chamber Pot!
Time is infinitely slowed down at this moment.
The eyes of everyone present, including the Heaven Dou soldiers who rushed up, were all fixed on the Golden Chamber Pot who was "flying freely" in the air.
Spirit Hall Everyone: "..."
Snake Lance The person who handled it, who had just "invited" it from the treasury, wanted to give himself two big mouths at this moment.
What a sin!
If I had known Young Master would hit people with this thing, I should have welded it to the floor of the treasury!
The corners of Azure Luan Douluo's mouth twitched crazily.
He felt that since he met Maple Dye Pavilion, Spirit Hall's style of painting has been running in an indescribable and weird direction, almost throwing off the wheels of the car.
Seeing that the chamber pot, which carried Qian Renxue's endless anger and seniority anxiety, was about to have a close contact with Ning Fengzhi's handsome face.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, it still moved.
He couldn't move.
He can accept that he died in battle and Ning Fengzhi was injured, but he can never accept that he was hit in the face by a chamber pot!
If word of this spreads, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Sword Douluo will become the laughingstock of the entire continent for hundreds of years to come.
"Qiang!"
As soon as Seven Kill Sword comes out, the sword sounds clear and clear.
A sword energy condensed to the extreme struck Golden Chamber Pot's pot with incomparable precision.
Brush!
Golden Chamber Pot was smoothly cut in half, and with two final "snaps", he was sacrificed at the feet of Ning Fengzhi.
However, the moment the chamber pot fell to the ground, an invisible but seemingly substantial "qi" burst out!
It is a taste that goes beyond the ordinary definition of smell.
It condenses Heaven Dou Empire thousands of years of wind, frost, rain and dew, and is full of the history of the rise and fall of the kidney function of emperors throughout the ages.
The "dragon energy" that had been forcibly sealed in the pot for many years and had never been cleaned was released at this moment!
It's like smelly socks that have been pickled for a hundred years in an old sauerkraut jar, mixed with the burp of a dragon after a hangover, and finally used devil pepper for a soul sublimation!
Ning Fengzhi, who was the closest, saw the color drain from his face in a flash.
He covered his mouth and took three steps back. His stomach was churning, and he felt that the dinner that had not yet been digested in his stomach was taking a quick trip.
The world is quiet.
All the sounds of fighting, shouts of death, and sirens disappeared.
Only the night wind blew by, picking up a few fallen leaves and hitting the golden chamber pot, making a soft "rustling" sound.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, slowly sheath your sword.
He lowered his head, glanced at the indestructible Seven Kill Sword in his hand, and then looked at the Golden Chamber Pot on the ground that was cut in half.
For the first time, confusion about life appeared in his unwavering eyes.
I, Kendo Chen Xin.
Practice swordsmanship all your life, focus on the sword, and become one with the sword.
My sword has cut down giant dragons, broken through mountains, and fought back the tide of beasts.
Today, it is used to... kill chamber pots.
A huge, absurd feeling of emptiness instantly filled his heart.
He felt that his sword heart was covered with an indescribable layer of dirt.
Oh no!
It's urine!
After a long time, under the blowing of the night wind, the smell finally faded away, and Ning Fengzhi dared to let go of the hand covering his mouth and nose in fear.
He stared blankly at the golden work of art that was divided into two halves at his feet, his mind going blank.
More than ten years of careful teaching.
More than ten years of ardent anticipation.
What he got in exchange was a shocking scam and... Golden Chamber Pot, who almost got his face covered in it.
What is this?
Humiliation?
No, this goes beyond humiliation.
This is a spiritual attack! A dimension-reducing blow that can break the heart of level 79 Soul Saint on the spot!
"You..."
Ning Fengzhi's lips were trembling. He wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.
He originally thought that Spirit Hall Holy Maiden was so angry that he had no skills.
Who knew that the other party would be Wang Zha when he took action, directly launching such a vicious mental attack on him!
He wanted to question, to scold, to condemn.
Thousands of words finally converged into one sentence of torture from the depths of the soul.
"Why... a chamber pot?"
"Huh?"
Qian Renxue's anger was also blocked by this question.
"Chamber pot?"
She looked blankly along Ning Fengzhi's gaze and saw the thing that was divided into two...
Then, Qian Renxue seemed to have just discovered something horrifying, and his eyes almost popped out of his head!
Isn't this Heaven Dou Empire's ancestral chamber pot?! Even Founding Emperor has used it!
It is said that in order to show the majesty of the emperor, it was never washed for 365 days, just to retain the unique "dragon aura"!
In an instant, Qian Renxue felt something explode in his head.
The next second, a sharp and deafening explosion echoed in the sky above the entire palace.
"Ahhhhh--!!!!"
Without looking, she reached out and grabbed Azure Luan Douluo's sleeve, and tore it hard. With a "stab" sound, a piece of precious fabric was in her hand.
Then, as if she had touched the dirtiest thing in the world, she wiped her right hand frantically, vigorously, and back and forth with the chamber pot!
The force was so great that the palms of the white palms instantly turned red, almost wiping off a layer of skin.
Azure Luan Douluo next to him looked down at his tattered sleeves and silently hid his arm behind his back.
At the same time, he quietly took two steps to the side.
He was afraid that Young Master might find the cloth unclean later and wipe his hands directly with his face.
After wiping his hands, Qian Renxue still felt unclean, so he turned around and saw the culprit - Snake Lance Douluo.
Anger instantly found an outlet!
She rushed forward and punched and kicked Snake Lance Douluo.
"Snake Lance!"
"Did your brain get squeezed by the door! Or was it kicked by a donkey!?"
"I asked you to move the treasury, what on earth are you doing holding a chamber pot!?"
Each of her punches and kicks were unorganized, but each blow was filled with a girl's broken dignity and fear of imminent social death.
Snake Lance Douluo didn't dare to fight back, so he could only hold his head with his hands, squat on the ground, and let the boots embroidered with gold thread moiré leave footprints on his body, and he still said he felt aggrieved.
"Young Master, it was you who said you wanted to evacuate!"
"My whole body is full of Soul Tool, and this thing has a handle for easy holding..."
"And..." His voice became lower and lower as he spoke, "Didn't Grand Elder say that you can't even open the pot at home?"
"I thought this chamber pot was made of solid gold or an antique, so it must be worth a lot of money! No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat... so I couldn't bear to throw it away..."