In this troubled world, I can optimize everything

"?" Xu Lieying looked at Chen Heng in front of him in confusion.

He didn't seem to understand what Chen Heng just said, so he picked his ears and asked.

"Then what, say it again."

"I think I heard it wrong?"

"Why did I hear you say you're going to die the day after tomorrow?"

"You heard that right." Chen Heng took off Tiefutu's helmet and looked at Xu Lieying very seriously.

"In another three or two days, I'll be here almost the day after tomorrow."

"When the time comes, I will spar with you again, Hall Master Xu."

"..." Xu Lieying's face was dull, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

No, didn't this kid break through to the mysterious realm just a few days ago?

How many days has it been?

what?

Is it about to break through the day after tomorrow?

I have worked hard all my life to reach the state of acquisition, but this kid seems to be only sixteen, right?

The day after tomorrow at the age of sixteen, it seems that Quan Daliang is the best, right?

While Xu Lieying was having a crazy inner drama, Chen Heng had already turned around and returned to his yard.

He was indeed not lying. The skill required for the Houtian realm was about two hundred years, and he was already at two hundred and three.

It is estimated that the breakthrough will be achieved in these two days and the day after tomorrow.

Well, I'll go to the Wutong Shenjiao headquarters the day after tomorrow after I break through.

Chen Hengke has been thinking about the large row of warehouses of Wutong Shenjiao.

Back in the room, Chen Heng placed the steel spear weighing more than two hundred kilograms on the ground.

His table was so battered that it could no longer bear the weight.

As for the iron pagoda, Chen Heng placed it directly on the ground beside the bed.

He planned to optimize the fine steel spear and forget about the Iron Buddha.

In addition to being a decoration, that thing plays a role in improving people's mentality, so there is no need to waste optimization times.

The strength of this thing is not as strong as his thick skin.

Opening the panel, Chen Heng clicked on optimization.

The number of optimizations was reduced from six to five, and the stainless steel spear disappeared from the ground.

Opening the system backpack, a pitch black long gun with golden lines appeared inside.

[Millennium Black Iron Spear: It weighs one thousand two hundred kilograms and is indestructible. The golden patterns on it can guide Qi and blood and release Qi and blood outwards]

Chen Heng was stunned for a moment and quickly took out the thousand-year black iron gun.

This gun is cold to the touch and very heavy.

Chen Heng tried to concentrate his energy and blood on his right hand, and something strange happened.

The golden pattern on the thousand-year black iron gun changed from gold to red, and the entire gun became extremely strange.

"This is absorbing my blood..."

Chen Heng frowned, there was something wrong with this gun.

Fortunately, Chen Heng had plenty of energy and blood, and no matter how much the Millennium Black Iron Spear sucked it up, it couldn't drain him dry.

Soon, the Thousand-Year Black Iron Spear no longer absorbed energy and blood, and those golden patterns were beating like blood vessels.

Chen Heng could feel that there was an extremely huge power inside this gun.

"Find a place to try."

You definitely can't try it in your own yard, unless Chen Heng has a lot of money to burn.

Carrying the thousand-year-old mysterious iron gun, Chen Heng called for the coachman Lao Liu.

"Let's go, take me to Shigou Village."

"No, let's go to the cloth shop first."

Chen Heng originally planned to wait until the day after tomorrow to break through before going to the headquarters of the Wutong Divine Sect, but now he needs a place to try out his moves.

Whether it's Overlord's Spear Technique or Qisu Divine Sword, you need a stronger opponent to try it.

The only person in the entire Wuling Gang who might put some pressure on Chen Heng is Gou Longxuan, an innate warrior.

But the two of them can't have a life-and-death fight, right?

Not to mention anything else, Gou Longxun will have to help with the ghost corpse viewing in a few days.

If the old man is really beaten, won't he lose a fighting force?

Therefore, the Wutong Divine Sect’s cultists are the best choice.

They committed all kinds of evil and had no humanity. Chen Heng didn't feel any guilt when he killed them.

Soon Lao Liu stopped the carriage in front of a cloth shop, and Chen Heng immediately got out of the carriage.

"Mr. Chen, why did you come to our store?"

The shopkeeper of the cloth shop ran over immediately when he saw Chen Heng, with a smile on his face.

"Let me see the cloth."

Chen Heng casually picked up a piece of silk cloth and rubbed it.

"Mr. Chen, you can look at it as you like. If you like the piece, just take it away!"

The shopkeeper is quite generous, and doesn't have the fuss-and-tear feeling of running a small business.

"Don't talk to me about this, it's just how much it costs."

Chen Heng shook his head and picked up the largest roll of silk on the side.

“What’s the biggest sack in your house?”

"The biggest..." The shopkeeper of Buhang thought for a moment and took out a huge large sack that was two feet wide and two feet long from under the counter.

"Master Chen, what do you think of this?"

"The fabric of this sack is very fine and strong. It can hold at least three or four people."

"?" Chen Heng was stunned for a moment and looked at the man in front of him strangely.

"what are you saying?"

"Why would I put someone in a sack?"

"Ah?" The shopkeeper of Buhang was also stunned.

"Master Chen, aren't you selling sacks to hold dead people?"

"I'm here to hold medicinal ingredients, what are you talking about!"

The two stared at each other, and the entire cloth shop fell into a strange silence.

"Okay, okay, get me four sacks of this size and let me know how much they cost."

Chen Heng didn't want to argue with the shopkeeper of Buhang, so he simply ignored the topic.

"Hey, okay!"

The shopkeeper of the cloth shop wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried to get a sack for Chen Heng.

Soon Chen Heng got the four sacks, got on the carriage and rushed to Shigou Village.

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Underground cave, the chief helm of the Wutong Divine Sect.

Temple of worship.

A white-haired old man was sitting in the main seat with his eyes closed, listening to Lu Jiu below reporting the news of Erqi's death.

"You said there was a thief in the main helm?"

The old man opened his eyes, revealing a pair of pure black eyes.

Lu Jiu's whole body trembled, and he immediately knelt on his knees and put his forehead on the ground.

"Yes, Elder Yiyi, Elder Erqi died at the hands of that person."

"Haha, there are actually reckless insects who dare to run wild on the territory of our Wutong Divine Sect."

Elder Yiyi sneered.

"Did you see what that person looked like?"

"I can't see clearly, but I can confirm that the man's body is dark and extremely powerful."

"Even Elder Erqi's blood god claws were torn open by his palm."

"It's extremely powerful..." Elder Yiyi frowned and murmured.

"Could it be those lunatics from Qianfa Tower?"

"That's not right. They don't have magical powers. How could they find this place?"

"Lu Jiu, do you remember in which direction Er Qi and the thief ran?"

Elder Yiyi had a bad premonition that the thief would come back again.

"Elder Erqi ran out from the west city wall when he pursued him, but in the end he found Elder Erqi's clothes in the boundless black plain."

"Further forward is the teleportation circle created by the three elders Sanqi, Siqi and Wuqi."

"I don't know where the magic circle is."

"The three elders did not mention this matter to anyone at first."