Is it the pain of cracking the granite tiger's mouth when you hit it with a knife?
Or the numbness caused by being slapped away by the bear king in the forest and hitting a big tree?
"when......"
The familiar voice, the familiar feeling, and the vibration brought by the true power were like a violent collision with another cultivator's flying sword in the air.
The Qinggang sword stabbed Murong Xumu quickly and hard, and then was bounced away simply and neatly.
"You can't even break through his defense even when he's fainted?"
Wang Chen couldn't believe it and took back the Qinggang sword and stepped forward to check.
I saw that Murong Xumu's skin was already covered with a layer of ice crystals. He slashed twice with the Qinggang sword, making two "dang-dang" sounds. It was like slashing on a giant flying sword, and it was of very good quality. That kind of, extremely hard.
"First Shui Yunyao was protected by evil spirits, and then this guy froze himself. There are too many life-saving methods in the cultivation world." Wang Chen was a little angry.
"It's better to leave. If this guy wakes up, he will be in trouble." Xiao Yao whispered, as if he was worried about waking up Murong Xumu.
"Let's go?" Wang Chen turned his eyes.
"Of course it's impossible. I defeated monsters with my own skills. Why can't I touch the corpse?" The more he looked at Murong Xumu, the angrier he became.
The key is that even if Murong Xumu fainted with his eyes closed, he was still so charming and handsome. The smile frozen at the corner of his mouth was like a lifelike wax figure with superb craftsmanship.
He simply took the mandala root and put it directly under Murong Xumu's nose to prevent him from pretending to be dead. Wang Chen's eyes began to wander over Murong Xumu's body.
"By the way, what's the name of this ice player?"
Wang Chen felt that this kind of cultivator must not be an unknown person. Although he let him go this time, he should be careful next time he hears this name.
"It seems like he's engaged in animal husbandry." Xiao Yao thought hard for a long time and said, "Maybe he's a sheepherder or something."
"Animal husbandry? I remember it was called Vanity? The name is quite appropriate."
Wang Chen began to pick off Murong Xumu's storage ring with skillful movements.
Musk bezoar, bear paws and tiger bones, the most valuable parts of prey often follow certain patterns.
For cultivators, the storage ring is the most valuable place.
The storage ring on Murong Xumu's finger turned out to be made of black iron with aquamarine gemstones as the base. It was no ordinary thing at first glance.
Generally, the higher-end storage rings have more space.
Wang Chen currently has a total of seven storage rings in his hand, but the largest one is only as big as a wardrobe and has a limited capacity to store items. This kind of space container unique to the cultivation world cannot store each other, otherwise the moment the space comes into contact, The ring will break.
Therefore, Wang Chen often complained that if he was carrying a bunch of broken rings on the road, it would be better to put this storage ring on with a rope. It would look more impressive as a big gold chain.
"Look at how good this guy is at playing ice. The inside of the ring is probably several times larger than an ordinary storage ring. Not to mention the good stuff inside, the storage ring itself is already a huge gain." Wang Chen felt a little happy in his heart and reached out to touch the back of Murong Xumu's white hand.
However, a line of handwriting appeared before my eyes.
"The refined lock ring is made of advanced space storage technology. It has a large space and is not easy to be damaged. After the holder has sacrificed it with his true power, if someone else uses a different kind of true power to forcibly open it, it will cause a space explosion. Jade and stone will burn together. Usually used to protect the sect's inheritance and prevent leaks. Chance strength: none."
Wang Chen's hand stopped less than a palm away from the ring. He paused for a moment, then with a gloomy face, he silently picked up the Qinggang Sword and stabbed Murong Xumu hard.
"No more fun!"
"I won't let you touch the corpse even if you beat the monster."
"Dang, Dang, Dang!" The Qinggang sword struck Murong Xumu's body, causing sparks to fly.
But Wang Chen quickly stopped this meaningless action, looked at the edge of the Qinggang Sword with some heartache, and couldn't help but put it away.
Don't let your precious sword fall apart if you don't touch it. It's not worth it.
"I still don't believe it." He began to turn over the Murong Xu wood.
There is a large river called Hunhe River outside Huangpo Village. The water is turbid and boundless. A giant needle-backed turtle often appears on the river beach. This turtle has protrusions like steel needles on its shell. When in danger, it will curl up into a
The shape of the sea urchin forms a defense without blind spots.
Even so, because of the delicious meat, this turtle is still hunted by hunters in Huangpo Village, and they have developed a method of peeling the shell along the texture of the turtle's back.
At this moment, Wang Chen felt as if he was fighting a battle of wits with a shrunken prey. As soon as he turned over, he discovered that the layer of ice crystals actually covered the surface of the skin. In other words, items outside the body such as clothes, pants, shoes, and socks were not within the protection range.
Murong Xumu closed his eyes, rolled around with a smile, and was stripped of his clothes by Wang Chen with extremely skilled techniques.
"Tsk, tsk." Wang Chen felt that Murong Xumu's skin was dazzlingly white.
"Even the soft and delicious mussel meat spit out from the cracks of the giant shells in the Hun River did not have this color." Wang Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he thought.
The light blue outer robe is inlaid with silver threads, making it elegant and elegant. The crystal glazed belt is cold to the touch, and the presence and absence of it communicates the true power, giving the true power the bonus of casting ice spells.
"Ice silk lining..." Wang Chen felt a little bit girly, and he was not interested in wearing other people's linings. He wanted to throw them away, but he was more thoughtful.
"Brother Vainglory looks like he has a high status. If this dress is not high-end, you can sell it for spiritual stones in the future." So Wang Chen stuffed it into the storage ring, since it didn't take up much space anyway.
The same goes for shoes and socks. Wang Chen had no interest in wearing other people's shoes and didn't even take them off.
But for a moment, Murong Xumu kept the evil smile he had before comatose, with only a pair of right-angle ice silk shorts and elegant moire shoes left on his body, lying peacefully on the slowly melting ice.
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"Don't you want that?" Xiaoyao pointed at Murong Xumu's shorts.
"If that thing comes off... then what's the point?" Wang Chen was stunned when he heard this. He didn't say anything but looked at Xiaoyao's innocent big eyes for a while.
"don't want."
The next two words are clean and neat, full of profound meaning.
As the wind blew, Wang Chen casually put the light blue shawl on his shoulders and walked out, feeling the slight hint of coolness, but he was not happy in his heart.
It's a bit like buying a pearl for a pearl. The most valuable pearls are all in that exploding ring.
"Don't you want the things in here?" Xiao Yao felt that Wang Chen was a little strange today, which was not in line with Yan Guo's style of plucking his hair back then.
"What else could there be?"
"Smelly shoes and smelly socks?"
"Or the dirty shorts that Brother Vanity is wearing?"
"Why bother with the minutiae, what if this guy wakes up?" Wang Chen turned his head and wanted to give Xiao Yao a knowing look, but was suddenly stunned because he saw Xiao Yao holding a fist-sized spiritual stone.
The whole body is like a piece of well-proportioned and perfect topaz, soft and clear without a trace of impurities. The rich spiritual energy turns into spiritual mist, flying around the spiritual stone, and flows into the spiritual stone like a tired bird returning to its nest.