This thing is simply a powerful weapon.

After Tang Xiaobao finished reloading, he looked at the people opposite him with a smile and said, "Who else wants to try again? Master He, you now understand the difference, right? When I said your gun was broken, I wasn't exaggerating, nor was I lying, right?"

The head of the He family had a distorted face and was trembling constantly.

A magical weapon that can instantly kill a third-level immortal...

This is truly an excellent treasure.

No, the power of this thing may not even be able to withstand the power of a fifth-level immortal.

If the He family could obtain this kind of magical weapon, it would be like adding wings to a tiger...

The strength will double.

The key is that possessing this kind of killing weapon is a huge pressure and fear for others.

No one wants to try the power of this thing.

That would kill people, okay...

On the mainland, fifth-level immortals are extremely rare. Such people often cherish their wings and will not take risks unless necessary.

It’s not worth dying.

He looked at Tang Xiaobao and immediately put away the rifle.

Now, he really felt that his rifle was just a broken gun and there was no comparison.

Naturally, he hated Tang Xiaobao in his heart.

Having such good stuff, but selling it to yourself to hurt yourself, isn't that a scam?

Subconsciously, he asked, "How much do you sell this magic weapon for?"

"Sell your sister, sell it, I sell it to you, and then you deal with me? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Tang Xiaobao said unhappily.

He Qiguang quickly said, "No, no, no, Brother Tang, you misunderstood. I was just joking. As long as you sell me this magic weapon, I'm willing to pay any price. Besides, we'll be friends from now on. If you need anything, I'll definitely help you."

"Are you stabbing me in the back?"

Tang Xiaobao rolled his eyes and said, "Don't dream. We can't be friends. We are destined to be enemies."