Zhao Yun and his mustache were standing in front of an ancient city.

Before entering the city, Zhao Yun raised his head and glanced at the plaque. The four characters were engraved vigorously and powerfully.

He had heard a little bit about this ancient city. He heard that before the moonlight night fell, the twilight in this city was very beautiful. There was a strange light, either five colors or seven colors, brilliant and colorful. Twilight City got its name from this. It was an ancient rumor.

, I just don’t know if it’s really as evil as the rumors say.

"Find a place to stay first, I'm exhausted."

Bazi was beating his shoulders and grinning all the way. He had internal injuries, and the injuries were serious.

Zhao Yun's face is not necessarily very good-looking. Two coffin sinking techniques have left him weak to this day.

The streets of Twilight City are spacious and bright, with many lofts on both sides, and are very lively.

"Have a rest and come here for a walk."

The mustache poked Zhao Yun and pointed to an attic.

Zhao Yun took a quick look and saw that it was a casino, or a big casino. There were a lot of people coming in and out. Everyone was blushing and had thick necks. Most of them lost everything, so what about scolding?

"Okay." Zhao Yun withdrew his eyes.

"I need to find a bigger purse." The mustache laughed.

Used to hold silver, Zhao Yun has clairvoyance, and when he went to the casino, he didn't kill everyone!

"Little friend, do you want a baby?"

"The newly released weapons are as sharp as iron. If you want...it will be cheaper for you."

"Bliss Powder, the medicine is extremely powerful."

There is no shortage of people selling treasures wherever you go. You can see them everywhere on the streets. They are really selling anything. They stop people when they see them. The man with the mustache next to him does the same thing on weekdays. Zhao Yun met him at the gate of the city.

Those pictures of spring and palace were his way to make a fortune.

The two rented a small garden and closed the gate tightly.

At this point, Mustachio put down his luggage, supported the old tree in the garden, and coughed up blood.

Zhao Yun was holding on to the other side, coughing harder than him.

"Have a rest for three days, get some money, and then go to the Phantom Mist Forest." The mustache wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sat down under the tree, drank a few mouthfuls of spiritual liquid, and stuffed a pill into his mouth.

"Why do you have to go there?" Zhao Yun picked up the wine bottle and handed it to the mustache.

"There is a Tianling fruit tree inside." The mustache did not hide anything.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun's eyes lit up.

He had read a few words about the Heavenly Spirit Fruit in ancient books. It was an extremely rare spiritual fruit that would only produce one fruit every thirty years. It was a necessary material for refining the Heavenly Spirit Pill.

I heard that those fruits can prolong your life.

The most bizarre thing is not this, but eating the Tianling Fruit can help special bloodlines grow.

The mustache favors Tianling Fruit so much, and this is probably the meaning.

This old man has a special bloodline in his body. He has not seen it yet. There are so many strange bloodlines in the world. They have ancient inheritance and many branches. Who knows what kind this bloodline is.

"Is there any connection between the Heavenly Spirit Fruit and the Heavenly Spirit Body?"

Zhao Yun asked and emphasized the two words. It must not be a coincidence.

"It's called the Heavenly Spirit Fruit, because eating it from the Heavenly Spirit Body has the most benefits." Ba Zi Hu said leisurely, "My master said that the Heavenly Spirit Fruit got its name from the Heavenly Spirit Body, and it has quite a origin."

"I see."

Zhao Yun drank the last sip of wine, stood up and entered the house.

The mustache also crossed his legs and glanced at Zhao Yun's room before closing his eyes.

Previously, he couldn't see through that little martial arts cultivator.

Now he can't even see through it. He doesn't know how many secrets Zhao Yun still hides. He only knows that if he follows Zhao Yun, he must have a lot of opportunities. Let's not talk about other things, just talk about the two ancient Tianwu corpses. Most people don't have such power.

In the room, Zhao Yun has crossed his legs and is meditating with his eyes closed.

The monster with extremely high talent naturally multi-tasks, healing his wounds, training his body, and mastering the art of clones at the same time. He has become accustomed to this state. Other martial arts practitioners cannot do it. If he is not careful, he will go crazy.

He sat there for a whole day.

When I opened my eyes, night had fallen.

Zhao Yun stretched, stood up and got out of bed. There was a crackling sound in his body, his energy and blood were rising, and his vitality was vigorous. Looking at the Danhai, he saw that his true energy was surging, and he became a lively Xiaoqiang again.

After leaving the room, you can see a ray of rays of light dotting the sky, colorful and gorgeous, but it disappears and appears sometimes, reflecting a touch of dreamy color. The rumors are true, the twilight in Twilight City does have a unique flavor, that is

I don’t know why there is that glow again.

"Your resilience is too overbearing."

The mustachioed man was sitting cross-legged under the old tree, with objects placed all over the floor.

They are all trophies. How about counting them? Keep the useful ones, and sell the useless ones on the black market. When you go out, you bring too many things, which are all burdens. Not everyone is like Zhao Yun, who has a heart.

The storage magic ring that creates space.

"You're not bad either."

Zhao Yun smiled and said, a hand brush was placed all over the floor. Weapons, ancient scrolls, pills, everything. They were all trophies, picked and sorted, and classified separately.

Finally, he picked out a broken ancient scroll.

There are many patterns in the ancient scroll, which are actually structural diagrams of the ballistae. Unfortunately, they are not complete. Based on what he has learned previously, he has further refined the structure of the ballistae. In order to fully understand it, it will take a lot of time to study.

"Are you still interested in this?" The mustached man held his hand, as if he recognized him.

"This is a good thing, but the structural diagram is incomplete." Zhao Yun said while looking at it.

"It's easy to talk about being disabled, come to me!" The mustache patted his chest.

"You have?" Zhao Yun glanced sideways, his eyes bright.

"I don't, but I know someone who does." The mustache smoothed his beard.

"who?"

"In this city, that guy has a structural diagram. If you put it together, he should be able to complete it." The mustache took a look and said, "However, this thing is not easy to build."

"Take me to find him." Zhao Yun said hurriedly.

"Tomorrow! I can't find him at night. God knows which kiln he is in." The mustache shrugged.

Zhao Yun coughed dryly and could only wait until tomorrow.

It may be useless for others to ask for a crossbow cart, because the crossbow cart is too big and not very heavy, so it is really not easy to carry. Who can carry a crossbow cart around and use it to fight with others? If the opponent sees it,

, must also be prepared, and cannot have the effect of a surprise attack, but he is different. He has a magic ring with a large enough space that can hold a mountain. At least, carrying it is not a problem. At critical moments, it can save lives, just like that

When he came back from the border at night, the zombie tribe was chasing him. He used this method to break the situation. As long as he understood the structure, he would be confident to create it.

Moreover, it can also be manufactured in large quantities.

At this point, I need help from my avatar.

A clone! There is no rule that only one can be created.

As long as his enlightenment is deep enough, the clones can also transform into a large group.

He has Danhai and his true energy is enough to support him.

He also has a martial spirit and his mental strength is not a problem.

Things are easy to do when there are many people. If you keep building things, you can always build them. One or two ballistas may not be a big deal, but if you build more, the lethality is still strong enough. If you give him enough time, he can blow up the imperial capital in one go.

Yes, the road to revenge is too long, so you have to prepare some trump cards for yourself.

When people are pushed into a hurry, they can do anything.

"You want to build a ballista. Your hobby is really unique." The mustachioed man sighed, "If you have this skill, practicing martial arts is the right path. Being greedy for too much may not be a good thing."
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