Fengshen: The opening spoiler of King Zhou, the plot collapsed

Isn't that chopping melons and vegetables?

"This..." Yuan Futong looked at Kunpeng's expression searching around and knew that Kunpeng was not optimistic about himself.

Quickly asked: "Brother Kunpeng, this is nothing compared! Why don't you think about this handsome man?"

"Eh... you compare, I just look around casually."

But Kunpeng looked at Yuan Futong again and knew that this stick was his heart.

If it wasn't for obtaining this magic weapon back then, he wouldn't be what he is now.

I couldn't bear it in my heart, so I could only violate the rules a little bit.

The voice of spiritual sense said: "Brother, admit it! This sword cut, coupled with the strength of the king, I'm afraid you have to use this stick as a fire stick."

Yuan Futong was taken aback, somewhat unbelievable.

He hurriedly replied via voice transmission: "What's the situation, brother, you know this stick, it's..."

Before the tone of Yuan Fu's conversation ended, Kunpeng directly interrupted with a divine sense, and turned back.

"Brother, don't say much, it's the witch-slaying sword, do you understand? It's a divine sword that can cut even ancestral witches, do you think you can withstand it?"

"What?" Yuan Futong was completely stunned at this moment.

How could he not have heard of the witch-slaying sword? He had seen it used by the fake Fuxi in the battlefield before.

It's just that the distance was too far, and he didn't see clearly what the sword looked like.

Right now, it looks solid.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw that King Zhou had raised his sword and swung it down, striking at the stick in his hand.

The frightened Yuan Futong quickly dodged back, barely dodging.

I was terrified in my heart, but fortunately the stick was not cut.

"Hey! You anti-thief leader, why are you hiding! It's agreed to be tough, so why not be cowardly, besides, Gu didn't bully you."

The sword failed, and King Zhou was very dissatisfied.

"Fuck you, King Zhou, you're too shameless, aren't you? How dare you bring out the Xuanyuan Sword? Didn't you agree that it's a competition between acquired magic weapons? You're actually...handsome!"

Right now, Yuan Futong was even more furious, but luckily he was quick, otherwise with the brute force of King Zhou, his stick might really be a burning stick.

King Zhou scratched his earplugs, obviously...he was a bit guilty of talking bluntly.

But still pretending to be nonchalant, he whistled.

He waved Yin Hong's big hand behind him, and said, "Nizi, tell them, is our sword an acquired magic weapon?"

Although... I don't know the origin of Xuanyuan Sword, but I also understood it from the mouth of this Nizi.

This is definitely an acquired magic weapon.

Yin Hong understood and jumped off the Qixiang Che, an excellent viewing platform.

Come to the front of the three people.

Arching his little hand, he said to Kunpeng, "Old man, is this sword an acquired magic weapon?"

Kunpeng was a little embarrassed to be asked, and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Yin Hong asked again: "Old man, innate is self-contained, born is a treasure, this is called innate, right? This Xuanyuan sword was born innate? Others don't know, you were under one person and above ten thousand people back then Big Brother of the Monster Race, you must not be unclear about the origin of this sword, right?"

Kunpeng was speechless when asked, he could only wave his hands, and replied helplessly: "Okay, okay, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. But can this thing be compared with the general magic weapon of the day after tomorrow? This sword, which consumes manpower and material resources, can directly catch up with the value of several Chaos Supreme Treasures. It's different, it's different."

===Chapter 103 Iron Rod vs. Iron Rod===

After getting the answer he wanted, Yin Hong didn't say a word of nonsense, just arched his little hand, took a few steps back, and continued to be a melon-eating crowd obediently.

Now the three of them looked at Yuan Futong in unison, and Yuan Futong was so shocked that he almost broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew that this time his cold iron shaking stick was more ominous than good.

There is a lot of regret in my heart.

But, just looking at his treasure like this, how can he be reconciled if someone cuts it off abruptly?

This is what I have worked so hard to get.

Moreover, because of this, he made himself look like a human being, a ghost or a ghost.

He looked down at the iron rod in his hand, and then looked up at the expressions of everyone.

Feeling quite helpless in his heart, but when he glanced at the big black stick that Yin Hong was holding behind his back, he suddenly...spirited.

The expression that was originally somewhat gloomy and lost suddenly became radiant.

Facing King Zhou, he said loudly: "King Zhou, what are you doing with your sword? How can you be dishonest? Don't forget, just now you said that your Great Shang Dynasty has countless iron rods like this! We It’s about iron rods versus iron rods. If you have the guts, call that kid out! Let this handsome face his big black stick.”

After speaking, Yuan Futong pointed to Yin Hong who was not far behind King Zhou.

At this moment, the audience froze.

I've seen shameless people before, but I've never seen such shameless people?

Not to mention the contempt in King Zhou's eyes, even Kunpeng felt a little ashamed to face others.

What Lai is playing seems to be directly using his heels to directly crush everyone's IQ.

Before Kunpeng thought King Zhou was shameless, think about it now.

But I really feel that among the four of us, I really can't find a good one.

Sure enough...is it clustered?At this moment, Kunpeng felt like crying.

I keep saying that I don't brag, but I brag more than anyone else.

Looking at King Zhou and Yin Hong and his son, they are even more able to fool each other than the other.

Right now, even Brother Yuan, who has always been facially paralyzed, has begun to learn to play tricks.

"Ugh..."

......

But right now, Yuan Futong really has no choice.

For the sake of my magic weapon, I would be ashamed if I am ashamed, what else can I do?

My elder brother Kunpeng has magic weapons... but there are not many high-grade ones.

As for the valuable ones, it was the dried fish. As for the weapons in his hand, he had never seen one before.

Everyone present is also a discerning person, who can be a fool?

In this situation, either speak out and ridicule, and then...

Shameless, or iron rod against iron rod.

Obviously...Pi, no one here wants to happen, including Yuan Futong himself.

At this time, Yin Hong could only sigh helplessly.

"Hey... After all, I still have to bear this crime, my master... OK, come on, come on!"

Seeing Yin Hong stepping forward, Yuan Futong also felt a little guilty.

After all, it is a bit unreasonable for the dignified commander to play tricks in order to preserve his magic weapon.

Look again, this pair of father and son did not point out.

I am very grateful.

Then he said loudly: "Your Highness, I won't bully you. I just put the iron stick here, and you can smash it as you like. As long as you knock the iron stick a little bit crookedly, I will lose."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Futong directly stuck the iron rod in his hand on the ground, and he even stepped back a foot.

Apparently it's about doing what it says.

Coupled with the change of the name of the little highness, Yin Hong's heart was also slightly moved.

[This facial paralysis is actually all right? 】

[But this is a Chaos Rod, it's so powerful, I don't know what it is...]

[Forget it, let's save some face for you.If the young master pretends casually, he has the right to expose it! 】

However...

Yin Hong pulled out his Chaos Stick, just casually.

Unexpectedly, just as he made a move, a strange feeling suddenly surged towards his arm from the iron rod.

This is nothing else, but a violent desire to fight!

This is not some bullshit. When you meet the strong, you are strong, and when you meet the weak, you are weak.

This is exactly the crazy idea that if you are strong, you will become stronger, and if you are weak, you will have to ruthlessly trample on it!

"Fuck! What's going on?"

Yin Hong made a sacrifice, but couldn't hold back at all.

Bang! ! ! ——

A sound of gold and iron colliding followed.

Immediately, a dazzling light burst out.

Gives a deafening visual effect.

......

The next moment, everyone was stunned and froze there.

Yin Hong swallowed, and looked down at the iron rod in his hand.

There was a gray aura that flashed away, which seemed to be a kind of contempt for the weak.

It seemed that just this one blow made it no longer care about the cold iron shocking stick.

【Depend on!Brother, what are you doing? 】

[You are just a magic weapon, you still have a temper? 】

【What kind of evil did this young master do...】

Yin Hong raised his head in embarrassment to see everyone's expressions.

Kunpeng's expression was dull, and King Zhou's eyes were wide-eyed, with an expression of disbelief.

On the contrary, Yuan Futong stood there as if nothing had happened, staring at the cold iron shocking rod quietly, motionless.

However...

In the next moment, there was only a crackling sound, which began to float in the entire secret room.

Just a few breaths, boom——

I saw that the surface of the cold iron rod began to crack inch by inch.

when--

Another wink.

The iron rod, which seemed to be still struggling, turned into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

"This..." Yin Hong was stunned. This was not interrupted, broken, or maimed at all, but was directly crushed into scum.

After a long time, the three of them regained their composure and looked at Yuan Futong who was still calm.

Just at this glance, the three of them couldn't help admiring each other secretly.

As expected of a Generalissimo who can command the three armies, this concentration is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Kunpeng couldn't help but open his mouth to comfort him.

"Brother, it's okay, you can think well, brother will find a way to get you another one."

Not to mention Kunpeng, even King Zhou showed a hint of appreciation.

This kind of demeanor without changing the face when Mount Tai collapsed on the top, is the proper style of a general.

There was even a faint feeling in my heart, wanting to solicit the idea of ​​digging the wall.

Thinking this way, he ignored the previous tit-for-tat.