Forbidden City catacombs.
Fang ping walked out of the palace and gazed at the distant Mount Royal sea.
Beside him, old man Li arrived with his sword in hand.
Fang ping tilted his head to look at him and said helplessly,"I have a premonition that the sword is going to break this time!"
Old man Li was speechless.
"That's why I've given you an extra one!"
As Fang ping spoke, a rank-9 divine weapon longsword appeared in his hand again. He sighed,"No more! I got some in the forbidden Sea last time, but I made a pair of boxing gloves for senior brother Tian. You've already used two, so I really don't have any more. "
How many rank-9 magic weapons had old man Li shattered?
This kind of violent maniac should use a divine weapon.
Otherwise, Fang ping would not have been able to keep up with the speed at which the divine weapons were being changed.
