Cen Rui looked at the "colored fish teeth" in his hand, and his expression was extremely complicated. This thing was originally a treasure passed down from generation to generation by their Linggong tribe, but his family was destroyed because of its destruction. All of them died innocently.

At this time, Cen Rui suddenly said to Guan Heng: "Benefactor, I want to give this thing to you to repay your life-saving grace. Please accept it no matter what."

"No, Brother Cen, this is your tribe's thing, I can't accept it." Guan Heng said at this time: "We saved you all unintentional. In fact, it was because Ji Qing had messed with us first. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid you wouldn't know that you were in an accident. Since we didn't rescue each other specifically, we would be even more embarrassed to accept this thing."

"Well, Guan Heng is right." Agou said slightly at this time: "Cen Rui, I think you should take this item and fly high. Although Ji Huaishan is dead, the guys from Man Dong Village may not be willing to let you go."

"No, please listen to me, two benefactors. These colorful fish teeth are really useless to me. Besides, they are of no value in themselves, but they are related to the secret of a thousand-year-old strange fish in the Zhatian Lake. This teeth are the demon fish called 'Skinny Tiger Dragon' that fell off."

At this time, Cen Rui continued to say to everyone: "Hundreds of years ago, our Cen clan was one of the Weishui tribes in Songguo Mountain who were best at crafting weapons and utensils..."

According to Cen Rui, his family played an important role in the Weishui tribe of Songguo Mountain at that time. That was because the Cen family had passed down an extremely high casting technique from generation to generation. Not only could it forge the sharpest weapon, but it could even re-continue the broken magic weapon to make it as intact as before. It was really magical.

However, at that time, the once powerful Weishui tribe had a fierce internal strife due to the sudden death of the former patriarch. Almost all tribal elders were forming cliques and trying to seize the new patriarch's position.

The ancestor of the Cen family was just a fool who loved the skills of refining. He had no interest in the dispute over power and position. In a rage, he took his family and relatives away from Songguo Mountain and moved to the valley jungle near Zhatian Lake. He lived a semi-seclusion life. He usually mined, refined utensils, cultivated fishing, and lived a leisurely and contentment.

However, some bad people who covet the Cen family's magical skills did not intend to let them go. At that time, a group of extremely powerful bandits abducted the youngest son of the ancestor of Cen, and used this to force the other party to present the bronze monument engraved with the casting technique. Both sides chased each other and started a fierce battle.

It was the cold winter month, and the Lake Chatian was frozen on thick ice. The bandit leader and the ancestor of Cen were exhausted and gradually ran to the ice layer in the middle of the lake.

The fierce battle continued to fight to the death, and the evil bandit leader who held the bronze monument in one hand and the young son of Cen was exhausted. The ancestor of Cen took the opportunity to swing his sword and cut off the other party's arm holding the bronze monument. The bronze monument fell on the ice and actually broke out a large crack.

In the midst of lightning, the thousand-year-old monster fish "Skinny Tiger Dragon" lurking below suddenly rushed out, devouring the evil bandit's collar and the bronze monument engraved with the techniques of the magical weapons. The ancestor of Cen's family was hit by the monster fish and broke the bones and tendons. When he was seriously injured, he barely rescued it. He swung his sword and cut off one of the monster fish's fangs and held it in his hand.

He rushed back to the nearby Lingong tribe. The ancestor of Cen knew that he was seriously injured and dying and his life was in danger. So he immediately dictated all the skills he had learned in his life and studied over the years to his young son and ordered him to memorize it by rote. Who knew that less than 50% of these words had been said, and the ancestor of Cen passed away.

Because he was too young, his memory was limited and he was sad, the youngest son of Cen did not remember much about his father's weapons and equipment casting skills. Even so, when he grew up, he became a famous casting master with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Moreover, since then, the Lingong tribe and the Cen clan members became mortal enemies with the strange fish in the Sky Lake, and gave the other party the name "Skinny Tiger Dragon". The monster fish was covered with mottled scales, with a snake's tail, and a very hideous and terrifying appearance.

Hearing Cen Rui telling the bronze monument engraved with the skills of his ancestors and the magical weapon was swallowed by the monster fish in the Zhatian Lake, Ruotao suddenly whispered: "Young Master, the things engraved on the bronze monument may help you..."

"Help me repair the broken sword body of the Jumang Sword." At this moment, Guan Heng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked: "Brother Cen, do you know how to attract that scaly tiger dragon from the Zhatian Lake?"

"Of course there is a way, to sneak into the lake with this colorful fish tooth. My father once said that some of my ancestors had tried to get into the water with the fish tooth, and the scattered tiger dragon would almost attack them at the first time."

Cen Rui said: "I heard that the scaly tiger dragon is a guy at the peak of the crimson demonic energy. Everyone, as long as you can deal with it, you can get the bronze monument in the belly of this fish. I just want to give that thing to everyone."

"Haha, there is no need to give us the bronze stele, but I am very interested in the above content. It's better to let us print a copy." At this time, Guan Heng smiled and said, "Tianlin, have you looked at the map for a long time and found the location of Zhatian Lake?"

"Well, the way to Zhetian Lake is basically on the same line as the Songguo Mountain we are going to." Shang Tianlin fiddled with the show that was blown by the wind on her forehead, and then said, "As long as we delay for a while, we can get there."

"That's what it's decided."

Agou said, "In order to add hope to Guan Heng repair the Jumang Sword one day earlier, let's go to the Zhatian Lake." Speaking of this, Agou muttered: "Although I don't like eating fish, I haven't tasted the thousand-year-old scattered tiger dragon. I don't know how it tastes when roasted?"

Everyone was amused and crying at this time: "This guy, I really can't live without the word "eating."

Next, under the leadership of Cen Rui, everyone headed north and walked to the mountains and forests near Zhatian Lake without long.

When Cen Rui saw that his hometown was beyond recognition at this time, there were only wild tombs and several ruins and ruins. He appeared and disappeared from the weeds blowing by the breeze. He couldn't help but feel sad from his heart, and tears were almost falling.

"Hu——" Suddenly, a stone flew out of the grass nest not far away and hit Cen Rui who was walking in the front. Ruotao shouted: "Hey, be careful!"

"Puff!" As soon as the words finished, Ruotao had waved his palm and smashed the stone to pieces.

"Bad guy, hit you!"

At this moment, a fifteen- or six-year-old boy rushed out of the hidden artemisia bushes. He was covered in old scars, like a twisted earthworm crawling back and forth, which was very scary. The boy was still holding a rusty copper sword in his hand, and instantly rushed to Cen Rui. "Swish!" The sword tip leaped and stabbed Cen Rui's neck voice.
Chapter completed!