"OK!" Lu Ming nodded his head with a serious face, panicking.

The aura of this black-clothed boy was a little too terrifying. He was in the pill formation stage, but he was shocked by the opponent. It was a hell.

Such a young pheasant possesses such a momentum, and his future is immeasurable.

For such evildoers, he doesn't mind showing a little more regress and respect.

Cold Mountain Soft Armor is a defensive magic weapon made from the scales of the Cold Mountain Monster. It not only has amazing defense power, but also adapts to the surrounding environment, which is very similar to Frostfang Soft Armor.

Of course, Frostfang Soft Armor should be a bit more advanced, after all, this is a seventh-level beast, and Frostfang's scaled armor is built, and it is not comparable to a fifth-level beast like Hanshan.

"Yuan, you are too handsome in this soft armor." Luo Xiaoman looked at Mo Yuan, who was wearing the soft armor of Hanshan.

With a black dragon pattern straight as the base, put on this light blue soft armor, the two colors of the hedge, it looks majestic.

Coupled with the dark red Yan Prison in his hand, it is like an invincible warrior, which is daunting.

"Xiaoman, really good-looking?" Mo Yuan, who has always been cold-hearted, was a little nervous and a little bit happy after receiving Luo Xiaoman's praise.

"Really! Yuan is the best!"

"Little sister Luo is right, this cold mountain soft armor is simply too suitable for the young hero." Lu Ming smiled and slapped up.

"Hmph, this is my proud work, can it be inappropriate?"

"Withered wood, don't you feel distressed? This cold mountain soft armor was given away for nothing."

Withered Wood curled his lips, and if you don't send it, it will be sent. How else can it drop?

His only expectation right now is that the refiner of the Luo family, to see if he can exchange some experience and improve his realm.

"Supervisor Deer, three grandpas, we won't bother." Luo Xiaoman said contentedly.

This time, Baiqilou explored the path and gained a lot. Together with the Lingdan Pavilion, she transformed into a little rich woman.

"Little sister Luo walks slowly, we will go to visit Luo's house when we turn around."

...

Coming out of the Baiqi Tower, Luo Xiaoman saw many people around the door, seeming to be waiting for the results of Yan Prison's treatment.

Unfortunately, Zhu Yan and Ye Xuan are also waiting here.

"What's the situation? Has that fierce sword been subdued?"

"This baby is too fierce, and it's fine to stay on the scene to watch the fun!"

"Look, what is the boy next to her holding?"

Everyone's eyes swept over, and they saw that Mo Yuan was holding a dark red long sword in his hand, like a star, so dazzling.

"God! Isn't this Yan Prison? Why is it in his hands?"

Everyone looked dumbfounded!

The development of things made them a little slow.

Looking at Yan Prison in Mo Yuan's hand, Ye Xuan's eyes flashed with resentment.

Why didn't this sword convince himself just now, but now it was grabbed by Mo Yuan casually, what a slap in the face.

"Brother Ye, do you still want this fierce sword?" Zhu Yan frowned, looking at Ye Xuan suspiciously.

"Second prince, to tell you, this fierce sword is tailor-made for me." Ye Xuan squinted his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "It's just that I was too impatient just now to be bitten by the fierce sword. "

"Oh?" Zhu Yan raised an eyebrow, not convinced, "Are you sure you can control this fierce sword?"

"Second prince, trust me." Ye Xuan said seriously, "I already know how to control this fierce sword."