Heavy, extremely heavy. Now Wu Tie's foot of Yuangang is infused with his body, his strength is extremely considerable.

Even so, he could barely lift the fierce soldier. The white tiger cracked his arms so hard that his bones seemed to be crushed.

A strange message surged out of the White Tiger Cracked, and Wu Tie suddenly understood a lot of relevant information.

He scolded in a low voice, and the golden light ball between his eyebrows leaped, and an invisible force field enveloped him.

The white tiger crack made a low tiger roar, and countless streams of light flashed on the surface of the spear. The weight of the spear suddenly became about five or six thousand kilograms, and the length and size were exactly perfectly matched Wu Tie's current height.

With both hands, Wu Tie suddenly stinged.

The air quickly passed through the tiger's head, and the white tiger crack made a slight "huh" sound, which was not as amazing as the tiger roar that Lao Tie had just stabbed with all his strength.

"Where?" Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie in shock.

"You have too poor strength... You are not worthy of using him now..." Lao Tie snorted coldly.

Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie with a slight understanding. He held the White Tiger Slit with both hands and shook it hard. Then he heard the sound of "crooking" metal hitting. The White Tiger Slit's gun rod suddenly retracted into the tiger's head, and the gun head suddenly contracted and bounced back.

The white tiger's head split suddenly flew up, and a white stream of light wrapped around Wu Tie's right wrist. After a few "clang" sounds, Wu Tie's right hand added a white arm guard from his wrist to his elbow, inlaid with white tiger's relief patterns.

"It's so clever!" Wu Tie kept praising the words. He didn't even hear such a magic weapon that had changed so well.

"Fuss, a little ignorant." Lao Tie scolded loudly, his arms retracted into his body, and shouted loudly: "Okay, remember, this is an amazing weapon... Don't insult him..."

"Where, the fierce soldiers are born, we must sacrifice blood... Hahaha, where can we go to cause trouble? Let's get a few guys who don't know how to live or die, and sacrifice this treasure?"

Lao Tie smiled "gaga", then roared a few times, and started talking nonsense seriously.

Da Tie made a low "whimper" sound from the side.

He knew that after taking the White Tiger Rift, Wu Tie and Lao Tie were really leaving.

The white metal on the big iron cheeks began to melt, and the metal juice formed teardrops, which kept sliding down his metal cheeks. When it was about to drip to the ground, it was sucked back by his huge head.
Chapter completed!