Hu Mei and Hu Jing didn't dare to disturb Wang Lun, after all, if Wang Lun succeeded, it meant that the Snow Fox Clan would also succeed.

However, after Hu Mei retreated to the innermost part of the space-time portal, she still asked, "Wang Lun, if you have anything to ask, just ask." ”

She was worried that Wang Lun would fail to admit the master because he was not familiar with the situation of the two best magic weapons.

The only task that the clan king gave them was to create conditions so that Wang Lun could succeed.

Wang Lun said in a light tone: "No need, there's nothing to ask." ”

The powerhouses of the Snow Fox Clan's royal realm can recognize the sitting body of a lama as a Buddha, but it is conceivable that they don't understand the string of "Buddha beads" and the "vajra" at all.

Therefore, it is in vain to ask.

Wang Lun stared at the eight-tone thunder bead.

After all, this magic weapon is much smaller than the stick-shaped magic weapon, and it may be easier to recognize the master.

Fingers stretched out, and a small green snake flew out of Wang Lun's hand, which was transformed by the spiritual power of the wood attribute, and the small snake deftly wrapped around the lama's left wrist.

The next moment, the little snake exerted its strength and began to tighten up, wrapping around the lama's left wrist again and again, exerting an extremely terrifying winding power like a rock python.

However, no matter how much the little snake exerts its strength, the lama's left wrist is still good.

There is no active outbreak of attack, and there is no defensive phenomenon.

This lama, relying on his physical body before his death, forcibly resisted the blow of a powerhouse of almost the second realm king realm.

Wang Lun was surprised.

Even if it is a powerhouse of the King Realm of the Seventh Realm, not to mention the corpses and bones, even in the heyday, the strength of the physical body is far from reaching this!

"No wonder it is said that this lama is a strong man in the Holy Realm, and the Jiedan monk is undoubtedly much stronger than the Zhuji monk, which is not something I can concretely imagine now. ”

Wang Lun took out a part of the metallic spiritual power and turned it into a small golden sword, and did not let the golden small sword do anything else, just let it slash at the lama's left wrist.

Chop and chop, chop and go, and the result is still the same.

Hu Mei couldn't stand it on the side, and said directly: "It's useless, you want to cut off this lama's left wrist and get the beads on the wrist, it won't work at all, I advise you to change the method of the Eight Classics to recognize the master of the magic weapon." ”

Wang Lun didn't explain.

In fact, he didn't know that it would be impossible to cut off the lama's left wrist by such an attempt. Because if he could, it would be his turn to try?

The strong man of the Snow Fox Clan has already done it.

Wang Lun's purpose in doing this was to judge for himself whether the lama would fight back or defend himself after being attacked from outside.

After all, this is the bones left behind by the powerhouses of the Holy Realm, if there are prepared means before death, as long as they are used, it will be enough for the powerhouses of the King Realm to fall into blood mold.

Wang Lun then used other means on the lama, and after trying them one by one, he found that it was indeed the same as the Snow Fox King said, the lama's sitting corpse would not pose a threat to him.

But he also didn't want to rely on barbaric means, such as cutting off the lama's hands, to take those two magic weapons directly.

Wang Lun stretched out his index finger and forced out a drop of blood with a little force, intending to try to drip blood first to recognize the master.

Seeing this, Hu Mei and Hu Jing finally felt that Wang Lun was doing business.

It's long overdue, the previous attempt, try a fart.

Wang Lun's hand shook, and the blood droplets on his index finger flew out, just dripping on the eight-tone thunder bead.

Hu Mei and Hu Jing's eyes widened and looked expectantly.

But when the blood dropped, it rolled and then fell to the ground with a click, mixing with the dirt on the ground.

This blood was not absorbed by the magic weapon.

The two couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Dripping blood to recognize the Lord is the most common way to recognize the ownerless magic weapon, but Wang Lun's blood did not work.

"You can try something else. Hu Jing hurriedly shouted.

Wang Lun turned his head and glanced at her coldly.

Hu Jing was stunned and didn't interject again.

Wang Lun retracted his gaze and began to concentrate the divine consciousness that had already been released, and almost all of his divine consciousness enveloped the eight-tone thunder bead.

He planned to use his divine sense to make a spiritual imprint and imprint it on the eight-tone thunder bead.

This is also a common method of confession, but it is also different from confession by spill of blood.

Dripping blood to recognize the Lord, even if it is the blood of ordinary people, it is possible to recognize the Lord and succeed in a very high-grade magic weapon, and the condition is that this magic weapon accepts the way of dripping blood to recognize the Lord.

The more powerful the magic weapon, the higher the requirements for the strength of the divine consciousness.

After all, the higher the grade of the magic weapon, if you want to successfully imprint the spiritual imprint on it, the more difficult it will naturally be, and it must require the strength of the divine sense.

Wang Lun also knew the strength of his divine consciousness at the level of the king realm, even if his divine sense was poured out, it would be difficult to shake the best magic weapon, but he also wanted to try it.

It's just that the divine consciousness enveloped the eight-tone thunder bead, as if there was a crisp sound of "wave", and all the divine consciousness was cleanly grounded, and all of them bounced back.

made Wang Lun's head hurt, his face turned a little pale, and he almost fainted.

Although there were preparations before, the rebound of the divine consciousness is equivalent to adding strength again, just like after the slingshot is opened, the rubber strip bounces back and hits the hand, which will have some impact on itself.

"Nor can God confess the Lord. Hu Mei began to sigh.

After the failure of both of the most promising methods, there was little left for her to look forward to.

"Investigate this lama's body, maybe you are all human races, and you only need to touch a certain point in his body to get his approval. Hu Jing said.

Wang Lun looked at her with a smile.

Hu Jing stiffened his neck and said, "Try it, maybe you can." ”

Wang Lun knew that this was not a method that Hu Jing had come up with temporarily, but that the Snow Fox Clan had designed a variety of methods for himself before, and hoped that he would try them one by one.

However, he did not resist.

It's just that he couldn't even judge whether this lama was a human race, and in the end, he couldn't find anything strange about this lama's body.

So, the third attempt, also ended in failure.

"I've heard that essence blood is much higher than ordinary blood levels, and it is more suitable for recognizing the lord's high-level magic weapons. ”

Hu Mei was disappointed and simply shouted.

The most important thing is to succeed in recognizing the Lord, as for Wang Lun's feelings, they Snow Fox Clan don't have to care.

After Wang Lun heard this, he said coldly: "How to do it, you don't need to teach it." ”

But Hu Mei still chattered: "I also hope that you can succeed, such a transaction is good for everyone, and the time is limited." ”

"Okay, I'll try. Wang Lun said.

Hu Mei was rejoicing, and Wang Lun continued, "But don't watch from the sidelines." ”

Before Hu Mei and Hu Jing could understand, they saw two mana bolts rushing towards them and hitting them.

As if all their strength had been drained, the two of them lay limply on the ground and fainted.

Only then did Wang Lun light up the mark of the Ten Thousand Spirits Treasure Vase on his heart.

Suddenly, the Wanling Treasure Vase appeared and was held by Wang Lun in his hand.

"A drop of blood, even if it is a drop of essence blood, a drop of heart blood, will not be useful. ”

"That lama, when he was alive, he was a powerhouse in the Holy Realm, and those two magic weapons were holy weapons, and they were not able to recognize the Lord casually. ”

Wang Lun directly gave up the attempt to recognize the Lord with essence blood.

Presumably, the red-robed monk king can recognize the success of the invincible black pole bow, the best magic weapon, firstly, because the red-robed monk king himself is a strong person in the king realm of the sixth realm, and his cultivation is much stronger than himself, and secondly, maybe the red-robed monk king has used a secret method.

And his secret method is the Ten Thousand Spirits Treasure Vase.

Although I don't know if it will work, there is no doubt that this is the one he thinks has the greatest opportunity.

And the Wanling Treasure Vase is about his life, and he won't let Hu Mei and Hu Jing witness it.

Including after coming in, he had already used his divine sense to investigate, making sure that he took out the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Bottle in the space-time portal, and would not be known by the powerhouses outside, such as the Snow Fox King.