Morning light was pushed open above Jiaohe City, and the temperature became hotter.

White clouds were like trunks, and birds swept through the treetops outside the window. Xia Yi came out of the bathroom and put on his clothes. Outside the courtyard below, two worn-out small trucks stopped there early.

When Xia Yi walked down, before he left the hall, he heard Zhao Dezhu shouting outside: "Slow down, slow down, yes! Push them all over here!"

At the door, more than a dozen large wooden boxes with handicrafts printed on them were pushed in by several loaders and unloaders in a cart. They placed them down one by one along the place where the fat man waved. The blacksmith who followed behind him with a list came over and was handing a cigarette with the electric python, saying something.

Seeing the electric python looking towards the villa, he followed his sight and saw Xia Yi coming. He quickly took off the cigarette he had just lit from his mouth and walked over quickly: "Boss Xia has finally come down."

“When did it come?”

Xia Yi shook his hand with him, then patted the box lid next to him, and lifted the thumb of his left hand with a glove. The lid and several nails spread out, and a spacious gap jumped out.

Lu Mingfei, opposite, had already seen the power of punching the stove and a wall that night. He was nothing to be surprised at the understatement of picking the box cover. He handed over a cigarette, helped light it, and took a crowbar from the worker's hand, pried the box cover completely along the edge of the seam, and threw it away.

"Boss Xia, this time I told you that I was smashing it out with my own hammer and carved it with one knife. I, Lu Mingfei, do things, the details are the most important, you see!"

At the opening of the box, the blacksmith took out the outer layer of shock-proof bubble paper and some thatch, and took out the tightly wrapped weapons. They were like daggers, and were stripped off layer by layer by layer in his hand. The ancient silver color was reflected in the sunlight.

It was a silver dagger, with its body bent like a snake's poisonous fangs, and it was engraved with strange words. After asking, Xia Yi realized that it was Persian.

The handle grid was plated into gold and extended toward the head of the handle. Xia Yi bounced off the cigarette butt and attached it to his hand. In the grip, the gold-plated steel was wrapped in a transparent glass bottle.

After shaking, you can still see the flow of sand and gravel inside.

"This is called Time Blade. I think we can't create all martial arts, animations, and games, so when watching movies, you can also pay attention to it. How about it? Isn't it very restored?"

"Blade of Time..."

Xia Yi nodded slightly, stared at the dagger he held, and his right arm shook unconsciously.

"Sand of Time... Time rewind... This ability... should not be known if it can be used."

"Boss Xia?"

Next to him, the blacksmith's voice sounded. Xia Yi came to his senses and put the dagger in his hand, "Move it in."

He turned around and told the fat man: "Let Hongmao and the others help each other, and put them in my practice room."

"I'm afraid I can't pile up so many..." Zhao Dezhu rubbed his fat face, but he still did what his brother wanted, attracting the bored brothers over there, and together with the loader, he moved the weapons in the box to the separate room at the end of the first floor of the villa one by one.

Half of these weapons were used by him at the beginning, but after being destroyed in the Battle of Mount Fuji, the remaining ones were relatively unfamiliar. After all, Xia Yi did not do much homework in this regard.

...Three-pointed, two-edged knife...A black wolf-haired pen...A piano... There is even a Western-style giant sword with double-edged blades. Xia Yi reached out and picked up the note on it and looked at it, with the words "Storm Sword" written on it.

"What are these..."

Nearby, two figures jumped over and over, and Qianxi, who was chasing and fighting with the dog girl, held a toy and looked at it curiously. Before she could ask, she was pushed by Guo Manyuan, who was catching up, and stumbled the porter in front of her. With a clamor, the weapons she was holding were scattered all over the ground.

"Oh, Xixi, go quickly, be careful not to be cut..." The fat man rushed over with his waist, pulled the little girl away, and glared at the dog girl: "Take Xixi away, it's very busy here, so do you, eat all day long, I don't know what's the use of eating it?!"

"Growing flesh!" Guo Manyuan hummed in discontent and thrust her chest at the other party.

After saying that, he turned around and pulled Xixi to the other side to play.

The porter here also packed up the weapons scattered all over the ground and carried them to the practice room. After almost the same, Xia Yi asked the fat man to transfer money to Lu Mingfei, "By the way, why did you go there in person today and bring your wife to go shopping?"

"There is no need to go shopping. I'll change her to a car later..."

The blacksmith laughed and looked at the truck parked outside the door. In the lowered window, a beautiful woman raised her hand in the passenger seat and waved her smile a few times, saying hello to Xia Yi.

Xia Yi nodded to her with a smile, with a look back and joked with Lu Mingfei for a few more words. The weapons she transported were almost finished. She watched the blacksmith and his wife leave the community and then turned back to the villa. Only then did she have time to have breakfast, "I'll go to the practice room, don't let others come in and disturb me."

He gave Zhou Jin a reminder and closed the door.

After a few rustling sounds, Xia Yi hung her shirt off the hanger, revealing her tight upper body, and walked barefoot to the center of the room. The weapons racks around her were filled with all kinds of weapons, and even many were placed in the corners, with all those who knew and those who didn't know.

The tattoos crossed on the back gradually became bright, and the accumulated weapons were full of metal shaking and jingling collisions. The Qinglong Sword and Fang Tian Huaji that had been following the longest responded the most strongly, followed by the Chaos Double Knife, the Golden Hammer of Drum Beating...

"Although it is the fifth level, there are only these four weapons that resonate with me.... The Qinglong Sword represents loyalty and righteousness, the Fang Tian Painted Sword represents unwillingness, the Chaos Double Sword represents revenge, and the drum-beating golden hammer represents justice... Then next..."

He turned his eyes to the quiet golden cudgel, the sadness of frost and the snow-drinking magic knife.

"Using resonance to improve the level and suppressing the original owner consciousness of the three weapons simulated by Redstone in the body may be useful..."

As he murmured, his hand suddenly raised and grabbed the air.

The iron frames around and weapons on the wall flew into the air densely, surrounding Xia Yi, slowly circling and moving. He closed his eyes and selected the same-like weapons from them, or could find the same-like weapons to resonate with them.

"Grash doesn't know if he dies or not. If he doesn't die, according to God's temperament, hehe... he should come back to take revenge. If he really comes, what would it look like? It's impossible that it will be like before... it shouldn't be so stupid."

The crystal clear left arm gradually splits, and four other arms grow out, spreading their teeth and claws in the air.

"And the consciousness of this Great Sage... there is not much time..."

Next second.

The five left arms almost simultaneously grabbed the weapons suspended in the air. The moment they held them, the ability and the consciousness behind the weapons were transmitted into the body, and every inch of the muscles began to tremble. Under the flesh that could not be seen by the naked eye, the redstone particles in the blood vessels and internal organs became active, as if they were conveying information to each other, combining these sensed consciousnesses completely.

"That's how it feels!"

As if he had grasped the trick, Xia Yi felt aroused and was ready to grasp the things he had obtained together—

The originally active redstone particles suddenly froze and rush around in his body. A stinging sensation erupted in Xia Yi's body. The body, which was originally sitting cross-legged, suddenly bent down, and a little blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his trouser legs, dyed a bright red flower.

"What's going on..."

Xia Yi supported his right hand on the ground, watching the weapons around him fall to the ground one by one, and a low murmur in confusion. The next moment, behind him suddenly felt numb, like countless ants climbing up their backs, turning their faces with difficulty, and glanced over from the outskirts.

A slightly hunched phantom appeared silently behind, standing straight, and a manic and fierce aura surged.

".........Hehe, resonate with me...hehe... I can give you endless battles, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky will crawl under your feet and pick it up..."

The golden cudgel quietly placed on the iron frame fell on the floor with a bang, stopping beside Xia Yi with a buzzing sound. A furry arm stretched out like a cut through the void, and Xia Yi, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to be a puppet being wielded, also raised her arms at the same time.

On the other side, the sadness of frost also swayed at this moment, and followed by a phantom wearing black armor mixed with snowflakes appeared on the side, sweeping around with a cold breath.

The burning skeleton's eyes were pointed at the sword.

"The fragile mortal, the honor of the knight and the cold of death will encourage you..."

On the wall, the snow-drinking knife was unsheathed, and it was nailed not far ahead of Xia Yi. The air ignited a scorching breath, dispelling part of the cold. In Xia Yi's increasingly confused vision, a pair of huge beast feet pressed down and smashed high flames around it.

The lion's head, deer antlers, tiger's eyes, dragon scales... The ferocious and angry look roared, and the hunched phantom behind them, the black knights rushed towards Xia Yi together.

The illusion disappeared.

The moment Xia Yi woke up, he had already grabbed the golden cudgel, the snow-drinking knife, the frost sadness, and a violent stinging pain rushed into his body along his three arms. His muscles were tightened to the extreme by the blue veins in an instant, and the bones in his body burst out crackling.

“Uh uh uh ah…….”

The painful tearing sensation spread throughout Xia Yi's body. The red stone arm, which was free, clenched his fists and hit the floor frantically. The muscles were squirming, relaxed, stretched and tightened during this movement, making the blood vessels protruding, densely packed, making them look extremely terrifying.

From the chest to the lower abdomen, a tattoo of a golden iron rod appeared, while the outlines of frost sadness and snow-drinking knife appeared on both ribs.

The huge pain that finally appeared made Xia Yi almost glar at the eye sockets, and his red and white eyes looked straight ahead, opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth, and let out a roar of "Ah--".

The palms are flexed tightly.

A punch hit-
Chapter completed!