I didn't even feel the owner's soul mark on it.

"Do you think that a Xuanmen disciple would carry such a big bow on his back and run around on his body, what is the use, hunting wild boars?"

Hook Pig snickered in his heart, he was really not wrong, Wood used to carry such a bow to hunt everywhere.

Zeng Fan naturally didn't know how strange they were, and the words of hooking the pig naturally had a subtle impact on the balance in his heart: he had thought of this question, why did a group of Xuanmen disciples of the Jade Palace bring such a useless and space-consuming thing?

"Stupid, do you really think that the best magic weapon is so easy for people to recognize?" Hook Pig continued to emphasize without losing any time.

"Okay, you kid," Zeng Fat finally moved, "I'll go get the bow." But you don't want to get out of this cell unless you turn yourself into and then slip out of this hole!" Zeng Fan pointed to the hole in the wall that was only the size of a fist, and Xuan immediately walked out of the door of this prison and locked a dark iron door that was half a person tall and at least a foot thick.

Hook Pig let out another wry smile.

This door cannot be opened even by itself, and the lock is outside the door. He didn't even have a keyhole in this airtight cell.

That is, the door can only be opened from the outside. Once the outsiders forget him, intentionally or unintentionally, he really can only become a fossil in this stone.

Zeng Fan really arrived at the evidence room and took the huge wooden bow in his hand.

The bow really looked like a branch, a not-so-old branch that had just been broken from a tree, nothing special.

He poured his divine sense into it again, and thoroughly scanned it again, the bow really was wood or wood, and he couldn't feel any aura fluctuations.

Could it be that the legendary best magic weapon is really like this?

Perhaps, this supreme magic weapon is like those Xuanmen monks whose Taoism is far higher than him, they can hide their cultivation in front of him, and without the master's order, no trace will be revealed......

He took the wooden bow and went back to the secret cell.

"Boy," he was determined to give the other party only one chance, "give this kid ten breaths of time, and make me believe that this broken wooden bow is a superb magic weapon." Otherwise, after ten breaths, I will chop you into slices. I'm sure you'll shout a few more times, and while I'm not sure I'll get all the money, I'm sure I'm not going to lose. ”

"Fire ......," Hook Pig said without hesitation, "burn it with fire, and you will know." ”

Zeng Fan took out the fire fold, lit it, and then began to burn the wooden bow.

If this is really a magic weapon...... Then if the other party urges the magic weapon, it is enough to kill him in an instant.

But this is not possible.

There is no magic weapon in the world that does not need true qi to be urged, this kid has both hands buckled on the immortal shackles, and it is impossible for any true qi to leave the body. Even if there were, he would kill the other party first the moment he left his body.

There is no magic weapon that can be detonated by burning all fires, not to mention the best, even ordinary magic weapons of ordinary products, which are generally invulnerable to fire and water. Unless you use the true qi of the fire or burn the true fire of samadhi, you can cause damage to ordinary magic weapons.

This burn, on the contrary, may really be a secret mark to open the magic weapon.

Zeng Fan directly put the flame on the bow, and it suddenly burned black for a while.

But at the same time, a wave of aura that excited him also came from the wooden bow, which was originally motionless.

Is this really a magic weapon? The legendary supreme magic weapon! Worth at least two million Pure Yang Pills!

Zeng Fan's palms were a little sweaty, and it was the first time he had held such a valuable thing in his hands.

He hurriedly blew out the fire, for fear of burning the baby.

Of course, a superb magic weapon, if it can be damaged by such a small fire break, it will be hell.

The problem was that the fluctuating aura, like a whirlpool, came out of the wooden bow, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded to an astonishing extent, and a terrifying aura coercion, like a viscous liquid, almost filled the entire cell, making him unable to breathe.

"Sure enough, it's the best magic weapon, this power ...... Wouldn't it be a little too terrifying?" What's even worse is that the hand he was holding the bow suddenly felt as if it had been pierced by countless needles, and he couldn't help but throw the bow out of his hand, and his body was about to retreat.

But the bow was not thrown out, it was already glued to his hand.

Mu Fei hates fire the most.

He hated him even more, someone burned him with fire.

He obeyed the will of the Tree Emperor, hid his strength as a bow, and never showed his face, but he was so burned by this burning that he was restless, and he had already become angry. Although the Tree Emperor told him to stay in the bow and not come out, he did not say that the shape of the bow itself could not be changed.

He didn't come out of the bow, but the bow grew some fibrous roots and plunged directly into the palm of the fat man who had burned him.

"Good boy, you actually plotted against me!"

"How can there be?" Hook Pig, who was still hanging from his bloodstained body, showed an innocent expression, "You believe this is a superb magic weapon now, right?" and then his blood-red eyes turned into a smug sneer.

"This can never be a magic weapon......"

It's not that this wooden bow can't be shaken off when it's stuck in your hand. Zeng Fan felt something burrow into his palm, extending along his meridians at an incomparably violent speed, and even piercing into his own sea of qi, in the sea of qi, greedily absorbing his true qi.

He tried to use the True Qi Protector to force this foreign body out, but it was in vain.

He was now completely immobile, his whole body stiffened, and the numbness began in his palms and extended throughout his body. These numbness is not the disappearance of feelings, but the numbness is like the bite of ten thousand insects.

But it was impossible for him to scratch it, and a sense of fear suddenly filled his heart at any time. Losing the ability to move, and seeing his whole body being devoured little by little, this feeling is ten thousand times more uncomfortable than killing him immediately.

"Please......" Although Zeng Fan was restrained all over, fortunately he could still breathe, and he could still make a slight sound in his throat.

At the same time, the young man who was hung up covered in blood and whip marks, although he lowered his head and looked dejected, Zeng Fan suddenly felt that he was the only one who could decide his own life and death, and his power was better than that of the Emperor of Houtu, and even his own fate.

"Please, save me......"

Zeng Fan has seen countless prisoners begging for mercy under the rattan whip in this prison, and has tasted their painful begging for mercy countless times.

And this time it was especially profound, because it was he who was begging for mercy.

But there was no response from the other party. He lowered his head, half-open bloody eyes staring coldly at him.

Zeng Fan has not yet figured out when his identity as a guard and prisoner was quietly reversed.

He is fifty years old, he is an old man, he has been in this Jianghu for so many years, although his strength is average, but he is also old and sophisticated, and he didn't expect to meet such a young man.

This young man is insidious, cunning, and even more terrifying, forbearance.

After receiving so many whips, he didn't rush to take out his hole cards.

But when it seemed that life and death were helpless, he seemed to reluctantly take out the information of this so-called "best magic weapon", so that Zeng Fat Man was obediently fooled because of the greed of one thought in ten thousand thoughts.

"I have ...... Lots of money ......"

The fat man is no longer as fat as he used to be, and his body is actually getting thinner by Mu Fei's fibrous roots. "As long as you...... Save me...... Whole...... Return...... You"

His voice gradually became vague, a meaningless sizzle in his throat.

Hook Pig was not moved in the slightest, his master had already taught him - some people, never have compassion for them. Just like a tiger dying of hunger, if he survives, he will still eat people after all.

This is the case with this Zeng Fan in front of him.

As for the conditions he said, it was simply a pointless struggle in the end.

Money, for the hook pig, belongs to him, that is his, and if it does not belong to him, he can steal it.

There is nothing more pleasant to him than to steal it himself, and he does not need such a "bequest" from a dying man.

What's more, Mu Fei is not something he can control if he wants to.

Zeng Fan was tortured for at least a quarter of an hour, and his breath was finally cut off. Mu Fei is a ruthless master, since he makes a move, he will naturally not let the other party have a way to live. However, he still adhered to the order of the Tree Emperor, and he was still a bow.

Feeling that the vitality of this terrifying law patrol envoy was finally cut off, Gou Pig let go of the immortal shackles in his hand and came down to stretch his muscles.

Using Mu Fei, a tree monster, as a way to get out, was actually a forced adventure for him. The guy had only been subjugated to the wood for a few hours, and before that he had chased them like dogs.

was able to escape from the patrol of this old oilman, and the hook pig also broke out in a cold sweat and contributed a body of blood.

The patrol envoy who had been with him for no time was finally dead, but his troubles were not diminished at all. There are still many patrol envoys on this mountain, and this life lawsuit is likely to fall on his head.

Whatever, let's see if this person is really rich......

The hook pig touched him all over again.

There is no immortal lotus on this person's body, only a cloth bag, which contains more than 100 heavy Xuanyin Pills, and some Pure Yang Pills, thinking that this person is very cautious, and more of his property is not carried with him, but hidden somewhere.

He had a gadget hanging from his waist. Hook Pig took it off and touched it in his hand, and could vaguely feel the aura fluctuations in it.

"This guy even has a magic weapon for flying!"

This thing is a jade eagle, only the size of a little finger, with soul breath printed on it.

It's just that the fat man died, and his soul breath became extremely weak.

Of course, the hook pig will not be polite, and immediately sent out his divine sense to investigate inside, only to find that this is a flying magic weapon in the shape of an eagle, slightly smaller than the giant crane when they came, but there should be no problem carrying five people.

"Hey, picked up such a big bargain. ”