"Otherwise, your end will be extremely miserable, just like it."

As Lu Changqing said, a middle-grade spirit crystal appeared in his hand. He squeezed it hard, and this middle-grade spirit crystal, which was much harder than ordinary metals, turned into powder directly, and slowly fell from the crack in Lu Changqing's palm. spilled on the ground.

Ning Qi looked at Lu Changqing with pity: "It seems that you really like that sky-splitting inner armor, but it's a pity, it's mine now."