Chapter 1551： Bright sword spirit with unique painting style (1/2)
”Great!”
”Strengthening weapons with one-click enhancement function is simply to build them into advanced equipment without level restrictions!”
”The key is that the consumption will not increase. In the future, I will strengthen the Youtian Sword to +10, and those senior godless grades can't stand me!”
Su Lang's face was full of a happy smile, and he stroked Youtian Sword with both hands, extremely excited.
at this time.
”Master, why are you so excited?”
Xiaoyou's soft and sticky words came, ”You are so bad, I like it!”
”Uh.”
”Don't say this again, it will become a catch phrase.”
Su Lang twitched the corner of his mouth, put away his excited smile, and wiped the corner of his mouth.
Immediately after.
He put the Youtian Sword on his head.
Xiaoyou turned into a hairpin very cleverly and helped Su Lang to tie his hair.
”Damn.”
”It's a bit expensive.”
”I planned to upgrade Ah Jia, but now it looks like I have to wait again.”
”...”
Su Lang glanced at the storage space and sighed softly.
Not only did most of the materials and supplies have been consumed, but even the funds were only 24,330 left to subordinate the emperor source.
”I'm so poor.”
”But taking the rich and helping the poor has crossed the bottom line.”
”Forget it, but someone has to provoke me, and come back after all my money is gone!”
Su Lang shook his head, then waved his hand to take out the Supreme Emperor's Bright Sword.
This Godless Soldier is very quiet, not as hysterical as the supreme wishful lamp back then, desperately fighting with Su Lang.
”Don't come out yet?”
”Since you are so ignorant, then I will kill you, just because I am short of materials!”
Su Lang's indifferent and cold words came out, like a cold wind blowing from the ice cave of the bottomless abyss.
”Wait!”
”The Bright Sword is willing to follow you!”
The bright sword spirit flew out immediately.
He has a handsome face, but he does not distinguish between men and women. He is dressed in platinum robes with white wings on his back. He exudes a light and holy breath.
”What style of painting is this Nima?”
Su Lang's expression stagnated, and the corners of his mouth twitched, ”Angel?”