Gulu! Wang Teng couldn't help but swallow hard. His luck was so incredible. With this emperor-level metal, he could also refine powerful magic weapons to enhance his own abilities.
"This emperor-level material seems to be the metal that the Fire Phoenix Clan used the strength of the entire clan to prepare for rituals. With the efforts of countless generations, it has formed a tower shape. If the chance is enough, it may be
It is really possible to refine the imperial weapons and become famous all over the world."
Wang Teng looked at the metal and thought with shock.
From this point, it can also be seen that the background of the Fire Phoenix Clan back then, no matter what, was in a battle of shocking powerful men, and the entire star was turned into debris and fell down.
That battle must be terrifying.
Otherwise, even in the depths of the ancient world, a normal battle between strong men would not be able to cause such turmoil.
A powerful clan and the stars it controls are not so easy to destroy.
"However, now all this has come true for me."
Wang Teng laughed loudly and put away the tower-shaped rough embryo. The imperial energy in it was already very strong. Even though there was still a certain gap between it and the real imperial weapons, the weapons under the imperial weapons had a crushing effect.
The Great Ancient Immortal Sword consumes an astronomical amount of energy every time it is activated. He cannot take it out often. With this tower, he can prepare for emergencies.
Then, after scanning the palace again and finding that there was nothing of note in the palace, Wang Teng left.
The vast mountains stretched as far as the eye could see. Wang Teng continued on his way. However, before he had walked tens of thousands of miles, suddenly on the top of a mountain, Wang Teng saw an old man playing the erhu in front of him. The sound of the erhu was slightly sad, in this empty and empty place.
It echoed in the human valley, with a desolate color.
Wang Teng frowned. For some reason, he always felt that there was something extraordinary about this old man.
However, he naturally has no interest in causing some trouble.
So he continued on his way.
But after traveling about five thousand miles, on a cliff ahead, he unexpectedly saw the old man again, like a fossil, without even looking at him, playing the erhu, and his voice was different from before.
Wang Teng gradually realized that something was wrong.
This time, his speed increased a lot, and he flew forward again like chasing the stars and the moon.
But for the next dozen times, thousands of miles ahead, he would see this old man.
It seemed that this old man was deliberately blocking his way.
"Who are you? What is your purpose in stopping me?"
In the end, Wang Teng simply refused to leave and stood on a mountain not far from the old man, looking at him from afar and saying in a deep voice.
This mountainous area has a relatively high altitude. The top of the mountain is covered with white snow, and heavy snowflakes are falling. The old man is wearing thin clothes and playing the erhu on a dry stone. His sad voice, combined with the white snow in the sky, fills the air with a feeling of...
A poetic and picturesque feeling.
Wang Teng was standing on the top of the mountain not far away, with black hair shawl and a heroic figure. He also had a sharp aura like a javelin.
Although the two people did not make any move, the anger in the world became a little tense.
There seemed to be an undercurrent flowing, causing the snowflakes between the two to form vortexes and fly out in all directions.
If anyone else sees this scene, they will definitely be amazed. This is a scene that only occurs when real masters confront each other.
Although Wang Teng and the mysterious old man did not show their sharpness, they had an influence on the surroundings.
"Haha, little brother, I have been keeping an eye on the Fire Phoenix Clan's pagoda for many years. It would be a bit unsatisfactory for you to take it away like this. Why don't I give you some treasures of heaven and earth, just the pagoda?
,give it to me."
As if aware of Wang Teng's extraordinary aura, the old man sighed in admiration, stopped playing the erhu, stood up from the dry stone, and smiled at Wang Teng.
When playing the erhu, he showed no trace of his momentum, just like an ordinary person who doesn't know how to practice.
But the moment he stood up, he looked like a Taoist master, with a feeling of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.
Wang Teng's breathing was invisible and slightly held.
It seems that old people have an indescribable "power" that can naturally put great pressure on people.
Of course Wang Teng understands that this is far from what normal people can have.
At that moment, Wang Teng shook his head, cupped his hands and said: "The so-called treasures in the world are those who are destined to get them. Old sir, after all these years, you haven't gotten the pagoda. This means that I am not destined to you, so why force it."
Wang Teng looked a little wary.
When he saw the old man playing the erhu for the first time, he realized that there was something special about this old man.
He has a bit of an incomprehensible taste.
That's why I chose to avoid it.
But since the old man had noticed him, he had nothing to say but faced him head-on.
At the same time, there was something strange in his heart. When he got the pagoda from the ruins of the star just now, he didn't notice any aura paying attention to him. The old man knew every move he made.
It once again proves the extraordinaryness of the old man.
In addition, his speed is so fast that the old man can catch up with him early.
Wang Teng felt that he might encounter a tough problem today.
"Haha, junior, don't give me a toast or eat a fine drink. It's about fate or not. In this universe, where strength is respected, as long as you have strong strength, you can get everything you want. Otherwise,
No matter how much fate you have, it’s useless if you can’t keep it.”
The old man smiled lightly and stroked his beard.
His face is covered with wrinkles, criss-crossing them like ravines, and his eye sockets are sunken. When he smiles, he has a somewhat kind and kind feeling.
However, within his slightly thin body, there is a huge "power" permeating the air, as if he can suppress the universe, dominate everything, and reverse time and space.
Wang Teng felt a vast and majestic smell in the old man's body.
It was obvious from this statement that if he didn't hand it over, the old man would use force.
A piece of emperor-grade metal is rare in the world. In addition, it has been trained by the Fire Phoenix tribe for countless years, and it has the prototype of a weapon.
This is indeed a rare treasure.
In the future, if someone aspires to become the Great Emperor, he might be able to use this to kill all the way, reach the altar of God, refine his own imperial weapons, and become famous for an era.
This naturally makes people jealous.
"Then there's nothing more to say. Please ask the old gentleman for advice."
Wang Teng sighed softly and handed over to the old man again.
The universe is like this. Under the heavy treasure, two people with no connection and no origins will fight for life and death.
Such a treasure would cause huge waves in the depths of the ancient world.
It's normal for this old man not to want to miss it.
