When Zhang Shiliang and Qi Xuan took off the waves in the Hong Kong film plane, Su Heng was also standing on the streets of the city, sensing a young figure in the metropolis that was in the thoroughfare of these nine provinces, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

He found a protagonist in a modern city who had just got the opportunity. He found that the new protagonist was not worth it. What was strange is that the opportunity of this protagonist is somewhat subtle and indescribable.

Su Heng thought it was subtle, let alone a certain protagonist.

In a rental house in Wujiang City, Tong Jian, who had just obtained his graduation certificate for more than a month at the age of 23, was also holding a simple and simple umbrella with a confused look on his face, and he couldn't tell what kind of material it was. With a thought, the treasure umbrella disappeared out of thin air in his hand, and another thought arose, the treasure umbrella appeared out of thin air.

When he opened the umbrella and grabbed the handle of the umbrella, Nian Sheng, Tong Jian's figure disappeared without a trace, as if it had turned into transparency. When the thought arose again, Tong Jian appeared, but he could hold the umbrella, like the void was moving horizontally, four or five meters in one step, and traveled like a god in the small rental house.

The surface of this open treasure umbrella is as black as ink, but the handle of the umbrella that looks like wood but does not have words embroidered.

Tong Jian initially didn't understand the words at all. After checking a lot of information, he realized that it was oracle bone inscriptions and Hunyuan Banners!

Tong Jian was extremely confused. He had been getting this treasure umbrella for many days. He didn't know how he got this treasure, and he didn't know that this thing seemed to be integrated with his body and soul.

He knew that the information he had consulted on the Internet, the Hunyuan Banner, wasn’t that the magic weapon given to the twelve immortals of Yuxu under his seat, and the True Lord of Morality?

In the legendary story of the Gods, this Moral True Lord also has two major disciples, Yang Ren and Huang Tianhua.

How could this mythological treasure become a treasure of Tong Jian, a loser? His mind can be collected or released as he thoughts, and can be invisible with the help of the treasure umbrella and move in a small space.

Of course, Tong Jian has tried the transfer effect of this treasure umbrella long ago. Its maximum displacement distance is Tong Jian's own effective visual distance...

What is the effective field of vision distance? This is also a word that Tong Jian himself has collected, just like the effective range of a cannon bullet, and the maximum range.

Human eyesight is very subtle. In theory, you can see candlelight more than 20 kilometers away in pure air, and ships about 20 kilometers away on the sea.

If you look up at the stars at night, the distance across this field of vision is even more terrifying.

But Tong Jian defines these as the maximum field of view distance.

He is not myopic. In good weather, he can only see blurry landscapes 500 meters away, and only sees the outlines of things more than 200 meters away. Only when the distance is compressed to within 100 meters can he see small flowers, plants, trees, faces, etc.

Within a hundred meters, the horizontal distance between the Hunyuan Banner in Tong Jian’s hand.

When Tong Jian stood firmly in the living room, his palms swayed, and another short metal rod worth tens of centimeters long was added, one end thick and the other end thin. The short rod was like a grass in his hand, without any weight, but he knew clearly how terrifying the power of this short rod was.

A few days ago, when there was no one at night, he arrived at an abandoned unfinished construction building outside Wujiang City by relying on the Hunyuan Banner to stealth and teleportation. The short gray stick in his hand was easily shot down the steel and concrete concrete with one stick, making a big hole.

He couldn't even imagine whether this gray and dirty short stick would be smashed into meat pie if it was wielded to the person with all its strength.

This thing also has its name, Demon Subduing Pestle!! It is still an oracle bone inscription.

Isn’t this the demon-subduing pestle of Wei Hu, a disciple of Taoist Heavenly Venerable under Yuanshi Tianzun, one of the twelve immortals of Yuxu, and the disciple of Taoist Heavenly Venerable? That is the boss who became a saint in the body after Jiang Ziya was appointed as the gods, and Li Jing, Yang Jian, Nezha and others!

So? What happened, who am I, where am I, what am I doing? I am just a snail who is still looking for a job after graduating from college. Why did I wake up after I wake up and have two such cruel and domineering treasures?

Is this asking him to subdue demons in this modern metropolis in one hand and destroy demons in one hand?

These days, when Tong Jian played with the two treasures again and again, he felt more than once the spiritual fluctuations of these two treasures... that is, they are all conveying a very hungry and needing to be nourished.

It’s like people need to sleep when they are tired, eat when they are hungry, plants need photosynthesis and rainwater to irrigate.

These two treasures also seem to be eager for something.

But Tong Jian can't study what they desire.

It is impossible to communicate accurately, and people know what they are eager for. Anyway, Tong Jian tried all kinds of things, nothing worked.

"What are they eager for and what do they need? In the war between gods and demons, the treasure that destroys the world, this..."

After trying to play for a while, Tong Jian put two treasures into his body, mind or soul? He didn't know anyway, so he packed up his clothes and planned to go out to find a job.

It's looking for a job!

Tong Jian felt like a funny guy. He had such a valuable treasure from the sky, and he had to work hard for food and clothing. It was so funny. But there was nothing we could do. Although these two treasures were powerful, he could not rely on the benefits of the treasure to be a mountain king in modern planes, right? That wasn't it even more funny.

When Tong Jian opened the door, he instinctively took a step, but he was dizzy with the pace.

At that moment when he stabilized his body, Tong Jian was stunned and almost cursed. What was going on? Last moment, he was still in a bustling metropolis. How could he reach the barren mountains and rivers in one step?

Looking at his white shirt, black casual pants and shoes, Tong Jian instinctively activated his mind, stretched out the Hunyuan Banner with his left hand, and held the demon-subduing pestle that was eighty or ninety centimeters long in his right hand, and looked around carefully and vigilantly.

This place seems to be a natural mountain, with beautiful scenery full of primitive scenery. You can occasionally hear wild beasts roaring and white birds singing in the forest on the left.

On the right side is a deserted plain, covered with weeds or plants he didn't know. Even the road here doesn't seem to exist. After a glance, he saw a faint small dirt road.

After thinking about it, Tong Jian teleported dozens of meters along the small dirt road, which was fun to say. He used the Hunyuan Banner to rush the road and teleported twenty or thirty meters in one step. Compared with Tong Jian's own consumption, it was like an ordinary walk, and a step of seventy or eighty meters is running.

With such magical ability, even if he encounters such a mysterious thing again, he is actually not very panicked.

Why are you panic? Hunyuan Banner and Demon-Subduing Pestle, this is the treasure of the immortals and gods.

He himself forgot how far he was running. When he crossed mountains and met water, he felt a layer of wet sweat on his body, and suddenly heard a violent sound of horses and people howling outside the hill ahead.

It seemed even more exciting sounds of swords and guns slashing.

When Tong Jian's face changed slightly, another roar that seemed to have been increased by the loudspeaker many times before it rang out, and it came directly over a small hill dozens of meters ahead.

"Li Mochou, you kill my beloved disciple Darba, Huodu, and you will definitely be buried here today!"

The thunder swept across, and Tong Jian, who was curious and nervous, was confused again, confused...

Li Mochou, Darba, Huodu?? Isn’t this a big deal Master Meng Fei-meng, a character in the martial arts god of Condor Heroes?
Chapter completed!