As soon as these words came out.
Like a stone dropped into water.
Cause a wave.
"Is there still a thing like a Saint's Vessel?"
"Who is so generous that he even took out a saintly weapon?"
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the person who spoke.
Even Lu Changzhi couldn't help but turn his head to look over.
The sudden decision to take out the Saint's Weapon at this moment was indeed a surprise move.
All of a sudden, everyone's eyes and attention were focused on it.
And the person who just spoke was not someone else.
It was none other than the Holy Lord of the Star-Moon Holy Land, Min Qianluan.
I saw a pair of boxing gloves in front of him. They were star-gray in color. Clear formation patterns were engraved on the surface, and there were also star-like light spots scattered on them.
The gloves were not too big, but after taking them out, they gave people an indescribable feeling of pressure, as if they were facing a towering peak that was about to fall on them.
This pressure, in stark contrast to its size, is hard to ignore.
"This item is called the Star Fist."
Min Qianluan glanced at everyone and slowly began to introduce:
"Body refinement monks can use this to train their own bodies. When they think about it, it's like the stars are pressing down on them. It strengthens their bodies and can be used against enemies. When it is activated, it can condense the stars and form pressure on the void around them..."
In short, it is also a classic self-promotion and self-boasting segment.
Lu Zhangzhi took a quick look and then shook his head:
"This Holy Land of Stars and Moons is not authentic."
A low-grade saintly weapon, and a damaged one at that.
Is it that as time goes on, the trend becomes more and more inclined to use deception as packaging?
However, it should be said that judging from perception and appearance alone, for ordinary practitioners, there does not seem to be any problem.
Of course, he is just an ordinary practitioner.
As soon as the boxing gloves came out, some elders from the Jibing Holy Land showed expressions of dismay on their faces.
"This Xingyue Holy Land is a bit pretentious."
An elder shook his head slightly.
If you can't come up with something good, you don't have to take it.
Zhou Mu still had a faint smile on his face, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
On the Buddhist side, many powerful people also apparently saw the general situation.
To some extent, their expressions are also somewhat intriguing.
Only the people below were in an uproar.
"Four now. Four Saint's Artifacts. Oh my goodness, I have lived for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen such a thing."
"Four pieces, four pieces. I only dreamed of one at most, but not long after, someone took all four pieces away."
"I hope that in this competition between the prodigies, I can get lucky and surpass these prodigies and take away... Never mind. If that doesn't work, I can just pick up a few items in the secret realm."
Everyone was so excited that their spirits were boiling like a pot of water.
No matter what, this is a saintly artifact.
Min Qianluan had a faint smile on his face and spun his boxing gloves in front of him. Then, he looked in the direction of Yuntian Holy Land.
"This is a grand event in all four corners of the world. Each side has offered a Saint's vessel as a prize. Does Yuntian Holy Land have any response?"
As soon as these words were spoken, attention was instantly shifted to the Yuntian Holy Land.
An idea flashed through everyone's mind, making their hearts beat:
"Could there be a fifth Saint's Weapon?!"
At the same time, Huang Yunya's face suddenly became two shades uglier.
He just knows it!
When he saw Min Qianluan take out the boxing gloves, he guessed that the other party definitely had no good intentions!
express?
Given the current situation, if we want to express our opinion, we obviously need the power of a saint.
However, they had no such plan at all.
In the previous holy land thunder calamity, the two ancestors died one after another, and even their storage rings were gone. Only half of the whip was left. The loss was not small.
There were not many saintly instruments to begin with, and after this incident, there were even fewer.
His Yuntian Holy Land was not stupid enough to use a saintly weapon to add luster to the battle between the proud and the unyielding.
Right now......
Expression, expression of shit!
At this time, Min Qianxuan chuckled and said:
"Huang Yunya, your holy land is so big, can't you even produce a saintly weapon? Or...?"
The voice was slightly drawn out, with a hint of joking:
"You, Yuntian Holy Land, simply don't trust your younger generations, and think they have no chance of becoming the leader of the proud, so you stopped the losses in time?"
These words are truly heartbreaking.
As for how heart-wrenching it was, it could be seen from the changes in the expressions of the elders and disciples of Yuntian Holy Land.
Huang Yunya's eyes were almost wide open with anger. At this moment, a voice suddenly reached his ears.
I don't know what he said exactly, but at least Huang Yunya's anger eased temporarily.
His eyes fell on the boxing gloves, and he sneered back:
"How can the so-called boxing gloves you brought out from the Star-Moon Holy Land be compared with the previous three in terms of quality?"
There has to be a way to respond.
Since you want to embarrass me, I'll turn around and destroy yours!
Upon hearing this, Min Qianluan did not react much. He just raised his hand, took the boxing gloves in his hand, shook them, and said with a smile:
"But this is a saint's weapon."
Huang Yunya's face darkened, but soon he asked again:
"Your gloves are not intact!"
Min Qianxuan poured his spiritual power into the boxing gloves, and suddenly, phantoms of stars appeared. Then, it shook again and looked towards Huang Yunya:
"But this is a saint's weapon."
"You!" Huang Yunya was choking with anger and said:
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"You are deliberately trying to evade the issue and cover it up!"
"Is there?"
Min Qianluan tossed his boxing gloves up and down, laughed, and said:
"But this is truly a Saint's weapon."
At this moment, Huang Yunya's eyes were wide open, almost popping out of his head, his back teeth were gritting with a creaking sound, and the aura around him was surging.
The surroundings were inexplicably plunged into an eerie silence.
Some people had more or less painful expressions on their faces.
It’s not that I sympathize with Yuntian Holy Land.
Mainly because of holding it in.
The Holy Lord of the Star-Moon Holy Land is really determined to get the Holy Artifact.
However, although it is a bit funny, the other party is Yuntian Holy Land after all, so it is better to take it easy, in case if you laugh out loud, you will be resented again.
Lu Changzhi glanced at Min Qianluan again.
It's a unique trick. It's hard to say whether it can be used everywhere, but it is very useful against Huang Yunya.
"It's just a prize. It doesn't matter if you can't pay it."
Zhou Mu smiled faintly and waved his hand gently to smooth things over:
"It has not been easy for Yuntian Holy Land these days. The purple thunder disaster not long ago is said to have taken away two powerful ancestors. Now their vitality has been severely damaged. Forcing them to add more luck will only make things worse. You should all be more considerate."
As soon as these words were spoken, many people's expressions changed.
As for whether the previous incident of purple sky thunder was a good thing or a bad thing, there has never been a clear answer, so it has all been inconclusive guesses.
Now that Zhou Mu said this, this is his identity.
The credibility is self-evident.
"Is that really the case? I was just praising the Yuntian Holy Land for their strong endurance, but it turns out that they really can't do anything?" Someone suddenly realized and murmured.