With a light trip, the demon soldier arrived at the middle-aged man who had entered.

Nangong Wentian held this magical artifact that people in the world dreamed of, and his face was complicated.

He worked hard and fought to the death. It took twenty years before he finally made the Blood-Drinking Sword come to the light of day again.

But Nangong Wuwang casually threw a higher-ranked demon soldier over, just like throwing a cabbage, which made him feel some subtle.

"You really don't want this Everlasting Suffer Hook?"

At this time, Nangong Wentian had already recovered his original internal strength and even made progress.

After all, for Fang Yuan’s source power, Nangong Wentian’s cultivation level was nothing, so he just made up for it.

The reason why I absorbed it before was just to use it as the key to improve the magic weapon runes.

"No, I think the Blood-Drinking Knife is more suitable for me!"

Although the Blood-Drinking Knife is only ranked tenth, the magic weapon also depends on the person used.

It’s like the ninth Hate Marquis who died at Fang Yuan’s hands.

"What's more... after the relocation, I want to walk around the world, and the villa also needs some self-protection power!"

Fang Yuan told the truth.

"Walking in the world..."

Nangong Wentian stroked his beard, and there was a look of desire and expectation in his eyes.
Chapter completed!