Chapter 105 Treasure of the Wang Family

After thinking about it, Su Han picked up the broken intestine sword again, gently divided out a little energy value, and quietly felt the violent energy it contained.

Boom......

Su Han's mind seemed to have something suddenly exploded, and the scenes were presented like movie clips.

A woman with bright eyes struggled desperately in the hands of a group of wolf-like soldiers, crying and screaming...

A resolute man, holding a broken-hearted sword, went in and out of thousands of troops and horses, killing people.

Domineering...

Viserable......

Sadness...

Bloody......

This is a sad love story.

is also a tragic revenge story.

In an instant, Su Han seemed to understand the sword.

Although it is not a magic weapon, but the most ordinary steel sword, it has its own spirituality, and the sword has a spirit!

Such a sword is generally known as a murderer in the fairyland.

The power of every murderer is horrible and unparalleled, but the reason why there is a murderer in the name is that it is likely to devour its master.

The mind is not firm. Once it is eaten back, it is likely that it will be damaged by the evil spirit of the murderers, and from then on, it will become a madman who only knows how to kill.

There are countless similar examples.

Quietly looking at the murderer's broken-hearted sword in his hand, Su Han's mind flew.

How to deal with it?

To be fair, holding a murderer in his hand is definitely a god to kill the Buddha, but with his current cultivation, it is still difficult to control its evil spirit.

"Su Han, what are you thinking about? If you want, you can take this sword away. Anyway, it doesn't work if you put it in my treasure house. However, I need to remind you that this sword is not easy to control. Be careful not to be controlled by it. Don't use it until you have to.

Seeing that Su Han looked at the sword motionless, Wang Gui thought he was moved, so he said quickly.

"I thought of it!"

A bright light flashed in Su Han's mind, patted his thigh fiercely, and immediately exclaimed.

"What did you think of?" Wang Gui asked curiously.

Su Han smiled and said, "Do me a favor and help me call the dumb bully over. I'm going to give him a great creation."

The king ghost was stunned.

After a while, he looked at Su Han, and then at the sword in Su Han's hand, a trace of vigilance suddenly appeared on his face. "You don't want to harm my little bully, can he control this sword at all. I can tell you, don't think crookedly."

Su Han kicked his buttocks and scolded with a smile, "Get out, are I that kind of person? When I said that to give him a creation is to give him a creation. I taught him a skill to cooperate with the evil spirit in this broken-hearted sword, which is simply a perfect match!"

"What skill?"

Su Han stared at him, "Anyway, it's stronger than the highest martial arts of your Wang family. I can tell you that this skill can only be learned by being bully. If the other Wang family dares to practice, I see one useless one.

Su Han's tone was already a little harsh.

He wants to teach the dumb bully this martial arts, which can be said to be extremely profound. Even if it is placed in the previous fairyland, it can make the immortal emperor-level strong man grab the head and blood.

If it hadn't been for the maximum improvement of the strength of the dull overlord to cope with the bloody trial, Su Han would not have said anything.

It is no exaggeration to say that on earth, this martial arts is simply the gap between nuclear weapons and small pistols compared with the martial arts of other families.

Wang Gui's face suddenly stagnated. Seeing Su Han's appearance, he was slightly annoyed and also raised a trace of extreme curiosity.

He knows Su Han's character clearly.

Although this boy likes to joke, he is still very reliable in business.

Since Su Han said so, it must be a great martial arts.

It's like the amazing medical skills he showed at Mr. Ren's birthday banquet, which is amazing.

When his heart moved, Wang Gui asked unrelentingly, "It's okay if I don't learn secretly. At least you have to let me know what kind of skill is this?"

Su Han glanced at him and slowly spit out four words, "Don't move Ming King."

The king ghost was stunned.

It's like being hit by a thunderbolt, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

King Fuming!

King Fuming!

"No, no, no, no, no... Don't move the Ming King!" He hurriedly took two steps forward and grabbed Su Han's wrist. Wang Gui's voice couldn't stop trembling, like a patient with Yang Jiaofeng.

The shock brought to him by these four words is really too strong!

You should know that the skills of the Wang family are mainly born from the skills of Buddhism, and this unmovable king can be said that it is definitely the top skills among Buddhism!

As Su Han said, the current martial arts of the Wang family is simply a pile of garbage, which can't be compared with the king of Fuming.

Seeing him like this, Su Han didn't want to hit him any more. He pondered for a moment and said, "It's really the King of Ming. I won't let other disciples of the Wang family practice this skill. In fact, it's not my own skills. You know who the King of Ming is. Ordinary people can't control the horror of this skill. However, the words of the dumb bully are barely enough.

The king ghost took a deep breath.

As the head of the Wang family, he naturally knows what King Fuming is.

King Ming is the incarnation of Buddha's anger. If he doesn't move, he will die as soon as he moves. Strong and domineering, naturally, there is no need to say more.

Without saying a word, he hurriedly ran out of the door.

Hurry up and find the stupid king!

This is really a great creation!

Seeing the king ghost go out, Su Han smiled faintly at the corners of his mouth and continued to wander around the treasure house of the Wang family.

After walking around, there are a lot of good things. Su Han has seen no less than five elixirs for more than 500 years.

There are also a few magic weapons. Although they are absolutely not good in the fairyland, they are also very good to be placed on the earth. However, these magic weapons are all long guns, knives and long whips. Su Han doesn't use them well, so he doesn't mind them.

Huh?

What is that?

When his eyes lit up, Su Han suddenly found a rusty tripod in the corner of the wall.

Although its appearance is very poor and almost inconspicuous, as soon as he bypassed this shelf, Su Han saw it at a glance.

Su Han's search for treasures does not rely on appearance, but on the feeling that he has passed countless treasures in his previous life. Based on his feelings and temperament alone, he can probably judge the preciousness of some treasures.

This small tripod seems to have been rusted, but its shape is generally intact, and it faintly reveals an old and desolate temperament, like a strong man who is on the verge of death.

Treasures will also die.

In the long history, anything will gradually disappear in the ruthless passage of time.

Gently wiped the rust on the surface of the small tripod. Su Hanzai looked at it carefully and felt like he was facing an old man in the dark.

"Spiritual weapon?"

After a moment, Su Han was slightly surprised.

The grades of weapons are divided into mortal weapons, magic weapons, mysterious weapons, and spiritual weapons. At least there are only these four levels on earth, and this small tripod is actually the highest level of spiritual weapons.

However, this spiritual weapon is about to die.

Its spirituality is very powerful. It won't take long, that is, three or five years, it will completely disappear and completely become the lowest-level mortal weapon.

It is even likely to turn directly into dust.

"Why don't you try to recover?" Su Han couldn't help thinking of this idea and immediately pinched himself fiercely.

Repair spiritual weapons.

Not to mention the present, I have never done it before.

The so-called repair spiritual weapon is to extract the spirituality from other weapons with special methods, which can make up for the spirituality of the weapon to repair to a certain extent.

However, such a method is thankless.

For example, if a tattered dress requires great efforts to repair it into a new one, it is better to buy a new one.

The reason why Su Han knew about repairing the spiritual weapon was that he had a good friend in his previous life, a famous seed of infatuation in the fairyland, and a magic weapon Qingfeng sword given by his childhood sweetheart. He abruptly used it from mortals to immortals and never changed it.

Every once in a while, it takes a lot of effort to repair it.

Su Han thought about it over and over again.

Now on earth, a magic weapon similar to spiritual weapons is absolutely accessible but not sought. Even these rich families in the capital have never heard of any family has a spiritual weapon.

And repairing this spiritual weapon requires dozens or hundreds of magic weapons, which can be called a huge wealth.

Things are rare and precious. A magic weapon is sky-high on the earth. If you want to collect dozens or hundreds of them, unless you sweep all the families in the capital.

However, Su Han is not worried about this. With his own refining method, as long as there are enough materials, refining a magic weapon is very casual, provided that there is enough energy value.

If you fight for your life, you can probably do it.

It's just that what is the function of this small tripod?

If you pay such a big price, in case it is garbage, it will be a big loss.

For a while, Su Han was a little entangled.

Holding this small tripod in hand, it is neither put nor put, just like the chicken ribs, which is tasteless and unwilling to abandon.

"What the hell are you?" Su Han muttered to himself.

At this moment, two rapid footsteps suddenly sounded.

A light and steady person is naturally the king ghost.

A heavy sound, like a giant bear stepping on the ground, is definitely a dumb bully.

Su Han turned his head and saw the scene in front of him, with a slight dullness on his face.

The dumb bully was wearing a pajamas, his eyes closed, and seemed to be asleep. There was still a trace of crystal saliva hanging on the corners of his mouth. His hair was wet and ticking into the water, as if he had just been sprayed with a basin of cold water.

And the king ghost held his nose with hatred and scolded as he walked, "You bastard, wake up, wake up, wake up! Our Wang family will rely on you in the future!"