"Tsk tsk tsk, good fellow."
"This armor truly lives up to its divine weapon-level status. Even a full-strength palm strike from a mid-stage Venerable Realm expert didn't even leave a mark."
After taking a look at the undamaged armor on his body, Di Jiu couldn't help but touch it.
"Huh, clothes are more comfortable to wear."
After putting on the clothes in the storage ring, Di Jiu let out a light breath and turned his gaze in the direction of Wu.
Venerable Baidu, in order to allow you to successfully attack Wujiang City, I even let you destroy my clothes.
I hope you don't be ungrateful.
......
"Hundred Poison Palm?!"
"Master Wizard is indeed worthy of being called Master Wizard. He has even learned the Hundred Poison Palm, a technique that has been lost to my barbarian tribe for thousands of years."
"My Barbarian Tribe is finally rising!"
Upon hearing that the wizard had learned the long-lost Hundred Poison Palm of the barbarians, Man Zhan immediately knelt down excitedly and saluted the wizard deeply.
The Hundred Poison Palm is a martial art created by a great barbarian.
Manzhan believed that with this skill, Wu would surely lead them to clear all obstacles and once again set foot on that peerless holy land with rich land, singing birds and fragrant flowers.
"Master Wizard, since I have brought such great news, my medicine..."
After taking a look at Manzhan who always liked to half-kneel on the ground, Nanrong curled his lips slightly, raised his head and spoke to Wu in a flattering manner.
“Bang!”
"Take it!"
"The blue bottle is your antidote for the next three months, and the white bottle is my reward for your intelligence this time."
Reaching out and throwing out two small porcelain bottles, Wu briefly explained to Nan Rong the effects of the two pills.
"Thank you, Master Wizard. I will definitely bring you more information."
Nan Rong touched the two medicine bottles in his hands lovingly, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave.
"Master Wizard, why don't you kill this boy?"
Looking at Nan Rong who was gradually moving away, a hint of cruelty appeared in Manzhan's eyes.
"Waste has its uses."
With a faint glance at Manzhan's right hand on his waist, Wu suppressed Manzhan's intention to take action.
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