The Hu people are poor, and some even the arrows are boned, so naturally they don’t have much good armor.

But what Wu Ming wore was the bottom-up item in Daqingzhuang. The money accumulated by old man Wang Qiao was also condescending and occupying a good place, so he naturally had an advantage.

[Kill a Tulu Warrior and get one hundred minor achievements!]

The prompt from the main temple was faintly heard, but Wu Ming was too lazy to pay attention to it.

If you can't survive and accumulate more merits, what's the effect?

"You all get out of the way and look at me!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came. Wu Ming looked around and saw Wang Yin wearing a hang-up, holding a snake spear in his hand, and actually wearing a pair of iron armor, sweeping the Hu people like a god descending to earth, and his heart was even more shocked.

This set of iron armor is the real product in Wang Qiao’s rifle!

Iron materials were expensive in ancient times, and this whole-body armor consumable was terrifying, and the craftsmanship required was even more amazing.

A set of armor may be a bit untrue to say that it is worthy of the entire Daqingzhuang, but half of the Daqingzhuang is more than enough.

With the cultivation level of the King Yin’s true qi realm and the iron armor, it is simply a human-shaped killing machine!

The god blocked the gods and killed the Buddhas. When the Buddha blocked the Buddhas, the Hu people finally dropped several corpses and faded like a tide. The village hero on the wall suddenly cheered and worshiped the king's seal as a hero.

"Look!"

But immediately, a scream broke the atmosphere.

A village man pointed at a distance, his face full of horror.

"Um?"

Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he saw that there was a suspicious figure wearing a mask and a red drum hanging on his waist in the Hu people's camp.

"The Wolf God gives us strength!"

The Hu man with antler mask roared wildly and patted the magic drum on his waist.

Dong! Dong!

The low drum sounded almost everyone's heart, making Wu Ming's chest slightly annoyed, but the Hu Ren cheered loudly, and the wound on his body began to stop bleeding. Some minor wounded people directly pulled a blood scar on their body, revealing their fresh pink skin, which was healed without medicine!

"Damn! Group treatment for minor injuries?"

Wu Ming complained in his heart and gave the enemy's skills a name, but Wang Qiao screamed as if he was strangled: "It's a shaman! The shaman of the Hu people is committing evil... How many shamans have we committed to encounter this?"

"Go! The people of the Wolf God Heaven will never be afraid!"

The shaman Wu Mu Ran's pupils moved, and he took the magic drum in his hand and kept slapping it. A faint blood-colored light appeared and enveloped the surroundings.
Chapter completed!