The broken sword of Pojun turned into dark chains, strangling him from all directions.
"Hey!"
Zong Ze was not at all panicked.
Instead, he chuckled.
His palm touched his waist.
Immediately, a plain white porcelain large bowl appeared in his hand.
This large bowl was unremarkable, even with a corner missing, and looked just like the large bowl that ordinary people used to drink wine and soup.
"Is this Zong Ze's brain frightened?"
"You actually want to use such a mortal thing to fight against me?"
Lin Chen muttered.
But Zong Ze did not use any spiritual power.
He just picked up the big bowl and swung it towards the dark chains that had turned into the broken sword of Pojun.
“clang!”
A loud crisp sound!
It came from the place where the sea bowl and Pojun's broken sword collided.
That seemingly ordinary white porcelain bowl was able to block the extremely sharp and fierce weapon, the Broken Army Sword!
There wasn't even a trace of white left on the bowl.
"What...what kind of bowl is this?"
Lin Chen was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.
Bowl-type magic weapons are not uncommon.
There are large bowls containing the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.
There are bowls of gold essence filled with gold, silver and copper plates.
There are also strange bowls filled with various strange spiritual liquids and auras.
A bowl is a container, and most of the time, the things it contains are used to attack.
But this was the first time he had seen such a rough way of using it!
…
On the Qingtian Peak.
In front of the stone table on Dianling Cliff.
Zong Shen was looking at the empty table and cursing.
"These two unfilial descendants! They drank the old ancestor's wine, took the old ancestor's wine, and finally even took the two large drinking bowls and took them all away!"
"I, Zong Mou, have been wise all my life, how could I have given birth to two little bastards like you!"
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