"Ding ding ding." The bolts hit the big pot, and incredibly, they didn't pierce it.
"That pot is also a spiritual artifact." The man in black in the sky exclaimed in surprise.
You have to know that the tips of their bolts are made of spiritual artifact materials. Even ordinary magic artifacts would be pierced by their arrows.
So, if someone were hit by these arrows, it would cause serious trouble.
Just a minor wound is enough for the deadly poison on the arrow tip to claim a life.
Hearing the shouting in the sky, Fat Dragon said with pride, "Hehehe, of course, I am the Fat Dragon, is there anything good that I don't have?"
When he visited Master Zhi Lai's house, Fat Dragon took this pot.
Because there was not enough time, Fat Dragon had not sold this pot yet.
Mo Huasong sneered and threw the little white sword in his hand into the sky. With a flash of white light, the flying beast near him was hit and fell from the sky.
