Chapter 682: Holy hammer! Fire Pheasant

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"Wang Yan, what are you talking about? Haven't you already taken the Pheasant Sacred Sword? It's less irritating here." Emmons scolded in earnest, but his forehead was soaking cold sweat, and he looked a little guilty.
The low-key guy started playing low-key again, which made Emmons feel a little startled.
Fire Pheasant Sacred Sword, no, to be exact Fire Pheasant Hammer, it is also a blaze of flame, suddenly bright and dark, as if to say, yeah yeah, boss I am not by your side?
Won't you push me back? Ooo, my hometown where I was born has been destroyed and has been broken into pieces, I can't go back.
In fact, after doing this kind of thing, the fire pheasant spirit is also a little bit self-conscious, and some regrets. But this regret only lasted a few seconds, and then it accepted the fact with great pleasure.
As long as I can follow the Son of Flame, where should I stay?
Moreover, the texture of this warhammer is amazing. In essence, it is more powerful than the original holy sword. It is sturdy, the place is spacious and the future development potential is greater. Therefore, the spirit of the fire pheasant quickly accepted it calmly, and then self-proclaimed by the fire pheasant hammer.
Unfortunately, many people cannot understand its inner monologue. Otherwise, he will definitely pat his forehead and sigh helplessly, this pheasant is really a second-hand, this heart is really wide enough.
"Hehe." Wang Yan smiled calmly, pointing to the holy sword that was dull and shattered into countless pieces. "President Emmons, whoever takes this broken holy sword loves me, anyway. Don't want it. "
"puff!"
Emmons almost spit out old blood and stared at Wang Yan with resentment. What are you saying, stinky boy? It's like if you go to buy a watermelon, eat the melon flakes, and return the melon skin to the boss, is that ridiculous?
"The Fire Pheasant Spirit has entrapped all the flame energy and turned to you." Emmons said faintly. "Here tens of thousands of eyes have been seen here, don't you want to deny it?"
"Yeah, boss, I have already followed you." The Fire Pheasant Hammer also reminded Wang Yan of the existence of flames by flashing and dimming the flames.
"You shut up." Wang Yan slapped the Pheasant Hammer with a slap and glared, "You dare to talk too much and talk nonsense, I will put you back in the broken sword."
The flaming blaze of the pheasant instantly extinguished, revealing only a small flame, and looked at Wang Yan slightly. That looks like a puppy rejected by the owner. He was afraid that the owner was unhappy, so he abandoned it and became a stray puppy.
Seeing this scene, the hearts of the Dongying people were about to be broken, but that was the holy weapon of their family.
Ito Yoko was even more angry, and the goddess abandoned her family and followed her with you. Not only did you not care her carefully, but she dared to ravage her? He really wanted to yell, pheasant, come back, I will offer you as a treasure, kneel and lick every day.
After Wang Yan had learned the Pheasant, he turned and smiled at Emmons, "Master, I heard tens of thousands of ears just now, I don't want the Pheasant Sword, it forcibly seized my Warhammer and blamed me. Slightly? "
Emmons suffocated in his chest and almost couldn't spit it out. He blows his beard and glares: "That being said, but you finally got the Fire Pheasant Spirit, your Warhammer's power doubled, and there is huge room for growth in the future. With this benefit, are you still not satisfied? "
"The benefits are there, but that is when the fire pheasant died and begged in my warhammer, and it was not the result I wanted." Wang Yan looked innocent, carrying the warhammer and asked, "Fire pheasant, you tell Egypt President Mons, did you reward me, or did you give it yourself? "
At this time, the pheasant was also agitated, immediately blazing with flames, spreading his claws against Emmons, looking fierce and arrogant. As if to say, Miss Ben was the one who took the initiative to follow the owner in a begging and begging way. Has anything to do with your bad old man?
It looks like Wang Yan's dog legs and claws. It seems that he is very acquainted. It is very quick to enter his own role, knowing who is the boss.
Zhang Weidao and other small friends also started to coax up: "Chairman Emmons, if you have said that you want to give the prize, will you not be prepared to ignore our boss's holy weapon?"
"Amitabha, what's wrong with this world? Will the president of the Dangdang Super League be fooled?"
The younger generation of the National African Affairs Bureau, you ridicule Emmons one sentence after another. Anyway, they are not afraid of Emmons turning his face, could he still slap everyone to death?
Even if you turn your face, you are not afraid, our National African Bureau is not a soft egg for anyone to knead.
"President Emmons, this is indeed not to blame Xiao Yan, he said in front of what he does not want the Pheasant Sacred Sword, the meaning of not has been expressed very clearly." Han Hongbo, Director General of the National African Bureau, said with help , "Otherwise, you have a way to put the fire pheasant back into the holy sword, or you can."
As soon as this remark came out, the pheasant opened his teeth and danced cautiously, as if to say, whoever dared to stop me would fight desperately.
Emmons was speechless, and of course it was impossible to put it back. Not to mention that the holy sword was broken, even if it was not broken, he would not be able to withstand it. What's more, looking at the look of the fire pheasant, even if it is forced to come back, it will also follow Wang Yan.
"It's fine, even if it was an accident just now." Emmons surrendered and waved. "You choose another one quickly. After the selection, you will get out of the speed. Don't bother me here."
Indeed it is.
He let Wang Yan stay for a while, and the risk of the incident will be more obvious.
Moreover, he can only scold Wang Yan, not fight, who is called the master of the world's first master.
His heart is tired. Give one more, one more. Anyway, the holy items are prizes, not his own.
"Wow!"
There was a lot of noise in the venue of the Youth Conference, and the son of flames was really lucky, which was equivalent to picking up a holy weapon in vain.
Sacred objects are not Chinese cabbage on the street. In fact, most of the holy objects in the world today are treasures handed down from ancient times.
The half-step S-class strong men on the podium also had red eyes. Even if they are, not everyone has holy objects. And Wang Yan's stinky boy took two at a stretch.
Unexpectedly, Wang Yan said leisurely: "Chairman Emmons, who said I only need a holy weapon?"
Emmons froze and asked subconsciously: "How many more do you need?"
"Of course I want two!" Wang Yan's expression was amazing, the expression, the movement seemed to take it for granted, the right thing.
"Yes, my host wants two holy weapons! If you don't give me, you will burn you bad old man." The Fire Pheasant Hammer is also arrogantly posed, ready to pounce, the puppy's legs are decent, but enough qualified.
The master robbed, and he shouted and waved the flag beside him. The host ran away, behind the back pad. I believe that it won't be long before it will forget that it was once a pheasant holy sword, not a pheasant holy hammer.
"Two, two!" Emmons seemed to be slapped his face, his face dumbfounded, and he smiled angrily, "Well, Wang Yan, do you really think the old man is afraid that you will not succeed? Two pieces! Ha ha, if you can justify your persuasion today, I will let you get nothing, and no one will give face. "
A magnificent and domineering S-class strongman emerged spontaneously. On the surface, he looked like a humble old man. However, once the momentum unfolded, it was as heavy as a mountain and as violent as the sea.
The dean of the Starry Magic Academy and the president of the Global Federation of Superpowers, how easy is it?
The audience was also quiet.
Isn't it? The Son of Flame is too stupid, Emmons has clearly promised to make him a holy weapon, he is not satisfied yet? Isn't it good to anger Emmons now?
Many people who care about Wang Yan think that he is a little too close, secretly worrying for him.
And some people who resent Wang Yan are secretly funny, son of flame, son of flame, you are stunned by the excitement, dare to kick the nose to President Emmons, who do you think you are?
This is all right, get your broken hammer and get ready to get out.
Even Han Hongbo frowned slightly, secretly thinking that Xiaoyan had a bad time playing this game, and closed it when he didn't know what to do.
"Senior Emmons, Wang Yan likes to joke, don't worry about him." The Bright Lady hesitated and said. Instead, he winked at Wang Yan and asked him to take a soft one, even if he couldn't get a holy weapon.
Seeing Lulu speaking, the Dark Lady shivered slightly, and then said: "Senior Emmons, you are the dean of the Starry Academy, the president of the Super League, don't be angry with the younger."
Wow, did the two saints help Wang Yan to plead for good things?
Why is that kid's life so good?
Ugh! The status of the two saints is noble, and the future is boundless. It seems that Wang Yan is about to escape.
Sure enough, the two saints opened their mouths, so that Emmons' face eased a lot, but stared at Wang Yan coldly with his hands, as if waiting for him to ask for mercy.
Unexpectedly.
Wang Yan took a long time to arch his hands, and said respectfully: "Senior Emmons and juniors don't mean to disrespect you. But respect and respect, the sacristy still requires two pieces."
In an instant, the venue was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.
Isn't it?
The bravery of the child of flames is too defying?
The two virgins opened the gold gate, and Emmons gave you Wang Yan a step down. Are you hurrying down the pole and climbing down? As a result, they dared to speak again to ask for two holy objects.
Emmons also froze for a moment, and immediately carried his hands on his hands and smiled angrily: "Good! My legendary star magician has not shot for a long time. Now on the rivers and lakes, the majesty is so low."
His majestic momentum drove away to Wang Yanwei and sneered: "Wang Yan, today you can't tell the reason, even if your master comes, I won't give face."
The two saints also stared at Wang Yan faintly.
This man! Usually it is quite smooth, but at the critical moment, why is it so stupid?
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