I'm leaving.

Lao Tie ran to the hall full of crystal balls and muttered to Yang Jian inside the crystal ball.

Wu Tie walked around several metal halls, gently brushing his fingers across the smooth metal walls as smooth as a mirror. He lived here for so long, and from a weak child he had power that he could not imagine before.

He was full of emotion for the ancient gods camp.

The big iron, several meters tall, was suspended behind Wu Tie. Wherever he went, the big iron would follow him, just like a loyal and fat old hunting dog.

Da Tie kept making 'woo' sounds.

I don’t know why, but he still couldn’t speak like Lao Tie.

He could only express his thoughts and thoughts in various strange tones. Wu Tie knew that he could not bear to leave himself and Lao Tie.

However, he could not leave the ancient gods camp.

He is the core of the ancient gods' armed camp and the brain of the ancient gods' armed camp. After Lao Tie's modulation, those metal spiders can leave the ancient gods' armed camp for hundreds of miles, but only the big iron cannot leave.

After many years, Lao Tie curled up in the mud and fell asleep.

Da Tie is alone wandering in the empty ancient gods camp, day after day, night after night.

Wu Tie could not imagine how Da Tie survived such a long time.

Anyway, he managed the entire ancient gods' camp cleanly and spotlessly.

"We will come back." Wu Tie slapped Da Tie's hard and smooth cheeks: "Although I don't understand very much... But since Lao Tie asked us to leave, it must make sense."

"We will be back. Sure."

Wu Tie slapped Da Tie's cheek hard, making a crisp sound of "slap".

A blood flashed in Da Tie's eyes. He leaned slightly, stared at Wu Tie for a while, and his eyes turned to the spear behind Wu Tie. After a long time, he suddenly made a sharp "whimper".

The sudden "whip" sound was extremely loud and extremely harsh.

Wu Tie was shocked and Lao Tie, who was saying goodbye to Yang Jian in the Metal Hall, also roared in anger: "Da Tie... you, a brainless bastard, are you crazy?"

"No, you don't have this function... You can't go crazy even if you want to! What are you doing?"

Lao Tie rushed over with a strong wind, and Da Tie shouted "whimper" and suddenly turned around and rushed towards the wall of a metal hall. In a few breaths, he rushed to the wall, and countless extremely thin blood lights spewed out from his eyes.

The blood light imprinted an extremely complex talisman on the metal wall, and a low roar sound was heard. The entire wall slowly rose, revealing a small space behind it.

A spear was quietly suspended in a bloody light.

Lao Tie opened his mouth wide, and he stared blankly at the spear that was pale but scarlet all over the body illuminated by blood. He didn't say anything for a long time.

After a long time, Lao Tie screamed: "Da Tie, you idiot... you dare to ambush me?"

Da Tie turned around, glided quickly, came to Wu Tie and Lao Tie, and muttered in a low voice.

Countless rays of extremely thin blood in his eyes intertwined with Lao Tie's eyes. In a way that Wu Tie could not understand, Da Tie transmitted a large amount of information to Lao Tie.

"You... Forgot..." Lao Tiebai's miserable face had no muscle tissue, so he couldn't make any expression changes.

But listening to his voice, Wu Tie could fantasize about Lao Tie's "blushed face" and "black-faced"!

Perhaps, when Wu Tie was a child, Wu Yin and Wu Tong brothers were drunk secretly. After getting drunk, they burned the small half-mine slave shack of Wu Family Stone Fort with fire. Wu Zhan's face was right?

It was a heart-warming beating of a filial son under the stick.

Since then, the two naughty friends Wu Yin and Wu Tong have become particularly well-behaved and ambitious since childhood.

A hint of sadness suddenly surged, and Wu Tie's tears suddenly burst out.

Wu Zhan and others' faces flashed past him.

Wu Tie smiled and clenched his fists, and gently hit Da Tie's head: "Old Tie, I didn't say anything, hit him... Ha, can he forget the matter?"

Lao Tie stared at Da Tie fiercely, then sighed heavily: "It's indeed an unfinished item that was temporarily adjusted... There is something wrong with your memory...but it doesn't matter, I will find a way to cure you and wait for me to come back."

Lao Tie walked towards the space behind the wall. As he walked, he muttered: "Fortunately, because of Xiao Tie, it actually touched your emotional module. The strong emotional stimulation made you remember this forgotten message."

"Little guy, is this your good luck...or your bad luck?"

Behind the thick metal wall, the blood-filled spaces are three feet wide, one foot thick, and three feet high.

The spear was suspended in the blood light. Wu Tie carefully followed Lao Tie to the space. He just looked at the spear and his eyes stinged. He was sore that he was sore that he was sore that he was thrust by the invisible sharp edge of the spear, and two tears shed.

With just one stroke of kung fu, Wu Tie could see the whole picture of the spear clearly.

The gun is about one meter long, the gun bar is smooth and has no embellishment patterns.

A ferocious white tiger's head was embedded on the top of the gun. In the two rows of sharp fangs of the white tiger, a spear head of two feet and four inches long was spit out, reflecting a cold light in the blood.

The spear tip of the spear is like a long sword, with a palm wide at the widest point, sharp shape, capable of chopping and piercing.

In the blood light, the spear had countless extremely thin flowing light patterns looming, like the unpredictable vortex of the sky, or like the undercurrents surging under the sea, even more like the countless flowers, birds, insects, and fish patterns running and rotating rapidly.

If you look closely, the spear is smooth and white, without any flickering patterns, as if all the thin streams I just saw were just hallucinations.

"Old Tie?" Wu Tie looked at the gun blankly.

He felt inexplicably that the gun was very powerful and... terrible.

It quietly floated in the blood light and was motionless, just like an ancient evil god sleeping in the tomb. When the time comes, it will wake up from its endless dormancy and devour all living things it seeks.

This is a complete fierce soldier.

Two balls of lightning were flowing behind Lao Tie, and two slender arms stretched out from behind. He grabbed the fierce soldier with one hand and the spear behind Wu Tie's back with the other, pulling out the spear.

He waved two spears with both hands, and Lao Tie casually slashed with the fierce soldiers.

Silently, Wu Tie's original spear was cut into two pieces by the sharp edge of the spear head of the ferocious soldier, and the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror and could reflect a figure.

The spear tip "dingdang" fell to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped after hitting Wu Tie's toes.

"This is..." Wu Tie stared at the fierce soldier with wide eyes.

"White Tiger Break!" Lao Tie waved the fierce soldier with both hands and stabbed forward hard.

The spear stabbed forward rapidly, and the air penetrated the white tiger's head. A fierce beast roar sounded, and a large burst of air burst suddenly spread around.

Wu Tie groaned, and his chest seemed to be hammered with an iron hammer. Venus flashed in front of him, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and his body was hit by a qi explosion and flew backwards more than ten meters away.

Lao Tie carried the White Tiger Slit and swept it backhand. The mouthful of blood that Wu Tie sprayed without wasting wasted all fell on the White Tiger Slit.

The white tiger's head on the white tiger's spear head suddenly lit up, and two balls of blood flashed, like two balls of blood-colored flames embedded in the eye sockets, emitting endless yin and cold evil aura.

From the tip of the gun, a little bit of light like a flame lit up, flowing continuously along the gun rod. Soon the flowing light covered the entire white tiger crack. A low tiger roar came from the tiger's head. Wu Tie, who was shocked, was inexplicably aware that he had a strange connection with the fierce soldier.

Even if he closed his eyes, he could feel the fierce soldier was right in front of him, roaring loudly and calling him.

Countless people shouted and killed from the White Tiger Strike.

There was a surging evil spirit, and blood came out of thin air.

There were countless figures flashing in front of Wu Tie's eyes. They held the unified white tiger crack in their hands, roaring wildly, and stabbing forward in an orderly manner.

The earth-shaking roar of tigers shattered the void, and the various twisted figures in front of the figures collapsed and shattered. The earth was blown out with huge holes, and burning huge rocks fell on top of their heads.

The white tiger cracks pierced into the sky, and the white tiger's phantom, whose eyes were burning with blood flames, soared into the sky with deafening tiger roars, shattering the huge burning rocks.

The illusion suddenly disappeared, and only the "buzzing" sound remaining from the tiger roar just now circled in his ears.

Wu Tie stood up while rubbing his chest that was painful, staring at the White Tiger Rift intently.

"He is mine?" Wu Tie shivered, walked towards Lao Tie step by step, and stretched out his hands instinctively.

"This is a gun that belongs to a real warrior." Lao Tie held the White Tie's Strike tightly and looked at Wu Tie with deep eyes. The bloody light fell on Wu Tie's body. The temperature on Wu Tie's skin rose rapidly, making his sweat flow down.

"Or it's Yang Jian's second weapon." Lao Tie said in a deep voice: "That shameless guy, he said that the Zhenjun Xiansheng used a three-pointed two-edged sword... so he also forged a piece..."

"In fact, the White Tiger Strike, or the White Tiger Strike Killing Gun, or the White Tiger Fierce Blood Gun... are our standard weapons."

"However, even if it is Yang Jian's second weapon, this White Tiger Strike, his material is a hundred times better than the one I used to be... a thousand times better..."

Wu Tie grabbed the White Tiger's spear stick with both hands.

Lao Tie didn't let go, and they held the fierce soldier with four arms at the same time.

Wu Tie and Lao Tie looked at each other straight, Lao Tie lowered his head, came to Wu Tie, and said in a low voice: "The person holding the White Tiger Strike... Huh... You kid is not qualified to have a White Tiger Strike now, let alone the White Tiger Strike that Yang Jian carries..."

"But, who made you the only one choose now?"

"So, this White Tiger Slit is yours... If you want to take the White Tiger Slit from me... it will always, absolutely, not allow, do things that insult him... and the group of people he represents."

Wu Tie stared at Lao Tie: "I don't know...you teach me!"

Lao Tie nodded seriously: "I will teach you...you will be very bitter...hey."

Lao Tie slowly let go of his hand. His movements were very slow, and the blood in his eyes flashed violently.

It felt like an exhausted explorer standing on the edge of a cliff, slowly releasing the life rope that maintained his companions' lives under the cliff.

It seemed that what he had let go was not a spear, but a very precious life.

"Don't insult him." Lao Tie murmured to himself: "I really didn't expect that this guy, Da Tie, actually plundered him back... Then, you have to work a hundred times more."

Wu Tie slowly took over the White Tiger Strike.

His arms trembled violently, and Wu Tie looked at the fierce soldier in horror.
To be continued...