"Did you see it?" Luo Xiaoman spread out his hands and said helplessly: "It's not that we want it, but this Yan Prison is dependent on my big apprentice."

Lu Ming frowned tightly, looking embarrassed.

Yan Privilege, but a rare weapon of the gods, and a personal weapon used by the blood emperor, maybe there are secrets hidden in them that they don't know, the value of which is immeasurable.

If you just send it out like this, I'm afraid it will be a big loss.

"Also, with the value of Yan Prison, at least it can be a treasure of the town shop, how can you just take it out for trading?" Luo Xiaoman hooked his lips and said contemptuously: "So, this means that Yan Prison is A flawed magic weapon, you want to get rid of it and make a fortune from it."

"Why, how is it possible?" Lu Ming's expression was flustered, as if he had been told the secret in his heart, "We Baiqilou, young people!"

"Really? But why did Yan Prison lose control?" Luo Xiaoman's eyes were so aggressive that Lu Ming didn't dare to look at him. "Not only that, but you also know how to suppress this fierce sword. In other words, you know the flaws of this sword, but you still want to trade it out for the sake of ruining people?"

"..."

Lu Ming looked embarrassed, and the three old men looked at each other as if they were said to be in the center.

There is indeed a problem with this Yan Prison!

They can't remove the killing intent, they can only seal it. No one knows when the seal will expire. For this reason, they will trade it out to see if they can get a sum of money back.

As a result, the previous buyers were all taken back by Yan Yu and were eventually returned.

Over time, this Yan Prison became a hot taro, and it was kept in the Baiqi Building.

Today, it is rare for someone to care about it. They thought it could be sold again, but unexpectedly such a serious accident happened.

"Okay, this Yan Prison is given to you." Lu Ming gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice, "Let's assume that Lu is making friends with you."

"Sorry, I don't want it now." Luo Xiaoman said with a sullen mouth.

what? !

Lu Ming is confused again!

What about this little ancestor? Wasn't she what she wanted?

He couldn't help looking at the slightly older Mo Yuan, thinking he could speak, but Mo Yuan didn't pay attention to himself at all, and he slammed Yan Prison to the ground.

Immediately, Yan Prison was about to move, and a murderous intent spread.

Lu Ming shuddered. Now that someone can stop Yan Prison with great difficulty, he doesn't want to see the incident of Yan Prison losing control.

"Little ancestor, tell me." He sighed and said helplessly: "What do you want?"

"Do you think I am like a person who lacks magic weapons?" Luo Xiaoman spread his hands, sat on his big white back with a calm face, dangling his little feet, intentionally or unintentionally licked the pendant on his neck, and touched it again Touch my red soft armor and the mysterious bracelet on my hand...

This is the rhythm of the magic weapon!

"This, this is..." Withered Wood's pupils shrank, staring scorchingly at the pendant on Luo Xiaoman's neck, "What magic weapon is this?"

Following his exclaim, the eyes of other people also fell on Luo Xiaoman's pendant.

"God! This is a pendant made from the fangs of Frost Fang!"

"And this soft armor is made from the skin of frost fangs!"

"Little guy, you, what is your background?"

The eyes of the three old men were burning with excitement.

Regardless of the materials used for these magic weapons or the refining techniques, they are all very good, not worse than their own, and even in some details, they are beyond the scope of their own understanding.