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"What sacred artifact?"

Yang Li felt baffled, "I'm just looking for Gong Gong... um, I want to discuss something."

Houtu rubbed his eye sockets, and asked confusedly, "Isn't your discussion a bit different from what I understand?"

Yang Li smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

This is also something that can't be helped. If I am so weak, I will definitely suffer if I don't act first.

"Lady Houtu, are you also an ancestor witch? Are you very strong?"

Houtu smiled coldly, "I don't know if you're pretending or real, but I can tell you personally, if you hadn't somehow passed through the fog of witchcraft and used some magic weapon to attack me, like you, I You can kill it with one finger!"

Yang Li's body exudes the aura of a golden fairy, but Houtu, as a great witch, has outstanding eyesight, so he can naturally see that the magic weapons currently exposed by the human race on the opposite side are produced by the top refining masters, and every magic weapon inscribed The textures are exquisite.

Yang Li must be a disciple of a certain hidden world power!

Hou Tu had the answer in his heart, and it was not surprising that Yang Li used some means to hurt himself.

The human race, or other races, have all kinds of powerful magic weapons, of all types, especially the disciples of the master craftsmen, even if they don't know anything, the magic weapons can be smashed to death ten times stronger enemy.

What Yang Li is showing now is exactly this kind.

Forget about the magic weapon that breaks through the mist of witchcraft, the magic weapon that hurts the eye socket is the most powerful.

Could it be the Fantian seal under the disciple of the Yuanshi sage?
It is said that this stone seal was forged from the peak of the ancient sacred mountain, and once it is smashed, it has infinite power.

A golden fairy can smash the eye sockets of a quasi-sage so painfully, and there is only this powerful magic weapon.

I don't know what the eyes were smashed into.

Houtu carefully let go of his hand, exposed his right eye socket, and asked, "How do my eyes look? Are you okay?"

"Uh..." Yang Li hesitated for a moment, but didn't speak.

The witch next to him let out a chuckle, then he covered his mouth suddenly, his face flushed, every muscle was trembling, he wanted to laugh but couldn't.

If an ordinary witch laughed at the greatest ancestor witch, it would be a heinous offense!
No, I can't stand it anymore.

Don't turn your head away, don't look at Empress Houtu, but the appearance of empress' eyes still appears in your mind, and you can't hold back your smile at all.

The sorcerer roared, quickly picked up a big stone, smashed it hard on his forehead, then groaned, and passed out.

……

Yang Li and his followers were stunned.

"Cruel, really ruthless!" Yang Li gave a thumbs up to the unconscious witch man, nodded first, then shook his head and said, "Oh, it's a pity that it's still a step too late."

Houtu's face was livid, seeing that even though the witch was in a coma, the corners of his mouth were still curled up, showing a final smile.

I know what the eyes are like.

She quickly covered her eye sockets again, and stared at Yang Li with one eye.

Yang Li felt uncomfortable being stared at, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

When you can't see that eye, you don't have to work hard to control your expression.

Fortunately in his heart, Yang Li couldn't help feeling grateful to Master, it was because of Master's abnormal behavior again and again that he tempered his state of mind, otherwise, he would probably have laughed on the spot.

Houtu's right eye socket was dark, in stark contrast with his fair face, as if he had been covered with fifty layers of dog skin plaster.

The reason why it is said to be fifty floors is because it is so swollen that it is even higher than the nose.

Oh, women, just don't resist beatings.

It was also a punch, but Di Jun was not so serious.

"You hurt me, what are you going to do?"

Huge anger rose in Houtu's heart. If the ancestors of other witch clans encountered such a situation, Yang Li would be light-hearted if they were torn alive. , After discovering that the other party really didn't seem to mean it, he didn't do it directly.

Of course, it was also because when he was punched, it hurt so much that he couldn't care less about getting angry, and almost passed out directly.

The magic weapon of this attack is too evil.

Houtu couldn't help but look at Yang Li carefully, trying to find the trace of that magic weapon.

You know, the Wu clan is notoriously physically strong, and the magic weapon of waiting for nothing, even if they don't take any defensive measures, they can't hurt her.

Yang Li apologized, "This... is indeed my fault. I don't have anything, so I really don't know what compensation I should give you. How about I give you some fruits."

As he said that, Yang Li took out Huang Zhongli and wanted to pass it over.

Houtu glanced at it, but didn't answer at all.

"Oh, sure enough, there is a background. There are such fairy fruits, but unfortunately, it is useless to me."

She sounded like a big dog, but she was really not interested in Huang Zhongli.

It might be quite happy to be another ancestral witch. Even if their ancestral witches don't understand the way of heaven, it's good to eat some fruits and produce some pure mana.

However, Hou Tu, as the Lord of the Earth, controls the power of the source of the earth that carries all living beings in all worlds. This kind of heavy power that breeds life will itself have a steady stream of feedback from the heavens, and there is no shortage of mana.

After all, not talking about combat power, but only in terms of profound background, Houtu is the most well-deserved of the twelve ancestor witches.

"Then what compensation do you want?"

Yang Li had no choice but to feel that the most precious thing in his body was Huang Zhongli.

Even the Golden Immortal suit should not be attractive to Houtu.

He is a real boss of the Wu clan, and if he can succeed in a sneak attack, it does not prove that he is stronger than the other party.

"I want the one you just sneaked up on me."

Hou Tu stared at Yang Li, and snorted, "My eyes must have become ugly. Do you know how much this is an insult to a woman? You mortals know that hitting someone doesn't hurt your face. It's all over now." , I can’t see people with my eyes anymore, and I lose face, logically speaking, I should retaliate against you severely in turn.”

"But I don't like fighting, as long as you give me the one that attacked me just now."

Yang Li was confused, just now I just hit him with my fist, what do you want this for?Another punch?
Masochism?
m?
Yang Li couldn't help thinking of his master, the requirements of these two people are very similar.

"Are you sure you want the one I just had?"

Yang Li looked at him suspiciously.

Houtu nodded affirmatively, "I want that."

The magic weapon that can hurt oneself must be very powerful, even if it is not Fan Tianyin, it is another first-class innate spiritual treasure.

The Holy Hour of the Wu Clan does not rely on external force, even if it is a holy artifact of the Wu Clan, it has other uses.

But for a magic weapon of Fan Tianyin's level, if you ask for it, even if you don't need it, you can keep it for collection.

Yang Li also nodded, understanding what the other party meant.

Want another punch.

This request is the first time I have heard of it.

"That's what you said."

Yang Li exhorted again.

Houtu said happily, "Mmm. I said it."

"coming!"

"bring it on!"

Yang Li aimed at Houtu's other eye socket, and punched it.