"My son drew it, not me. How do I know?"

The big man was envious and jealous, and said: "Lao Mo, before your son was born, did you worship any immortals? I will worship him too. Maybe my son will be just as smart."

"Forget it, you are not smart yourself, why do you expect your son to be smart?"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

"This formation is not an iron armor formation, right?" said a demon hunter.

"That's for sure. It's obviously much more complicated."

Everyone looked through the light of the camp and saw the formations painted on the vine armor. The handwriting was complicated, the formations were mysterious, and they were glowing with a faint golden color. It was not simple at first glance.

Everyone looked at the rattan armor again. Not only was the formation good, but a lot of thought was put into the workmanship of the rattan armor.

Thinking that this was given to him by Mo Shan's son, everyone felt a little sad for a moment.

At this moment, Mo Shan suddenly said: "Not good!"

The other demon hunters also looked nervous, "What's wrong?"

Mo Shan touched the vine armor and said with some distress:

"There are scratches."

All the demon hunters looked at him silently, speechless for a long time.

Thanks for the frivolous tip~

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Chapter completed!