Chapter: 5100

Yue Wuwei said lightly: "Is there still time to write poetry? I can tell you that among us, there are more than twenty kinds of sixth-order spiritual weapons."

hiss!

It was very clear that the other party's breathing tightened.

Seems a bit surprised by the news.

Also more excited.

Everyone could feel a wave of coercion emanating from the man in front of him.

The sword at his waist trembled.

It seems to be roaring, and it seems that there is a great horror inside, and it is about to come out.

The breath became more and more fierce, and even the air was full of chills.

"dad."

Mengmeng's small face shrank, and she held Zhang Han's hand slightly, expressing her nervousness.

Feeling a little scared.

Zhang Han was directly unhappy.

Brow slightly wrinkled.

Seeing this, Yue Wuwei didn't talk nonsense, and said bluntly:

"Put away your broken breath and follow me to fight in the open space. I don't want to dirty the environment we pass by."

"Um?"

The man in the blue shirt is none other than Moer, the God Transformer sitting here.

Hearing Yue Wuwei's words at this time, he was dissatisfied.

What are you pretending to be?

Even if you are in the God Transformation Realm, you are not my opponent.

The spiritual consciousness attached to Alva before felt a little breath of Yue Wuwei, which was not as powerful as himself.

Plus 200,000 high-grade crystals, this is a huge fortune.

Moore immediately chose to do it.

But when he came here, he wanted to ask the other party to hand in the sixth-order spirit treasure, so he said a few words, but the other party didn't take it seriously?

After all, he was a little afraid of the great array of heaven and earth here, as well as the three peak Nascent Souls in the Dwarf Kingdom. If the fluctuations in the battle here were violent and shocked them, he would have no way out.

The two hundred thousand top-grade spar is what he wants to get, but what he values ​​more is the sixth-order spirit treasure, which cannot be lost.

But the other party is so stubborn.

Yeah.

Then let the old man kill a few for you to see.