Bug Master In Doomsday

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle, Wang Mang holds the halberd in both hands, steadily stabs his horse, his eyes look at the tip of the halberd.

This ordinary halberd movement lasted six hours before he moved his body.

Wang Mang let out a faint breath, twisted his stiff body, and made a sound of bone explosion.

"Time flies so fast, there are still a dozen days left for two full years!"

He put away his halberds and sat cross-legged on a bamboo mat by the stream. When he was about to lift up the stream and wash his face, a shout came from behind: "Brother Mang, don't practice anymore. It's dinner!"

Wang Hu’s familiar and deep voice came into his ears. Wang Mang couldn’t help but smile when he heard the romance. Since he was called away by the halberd a few months ago, Wang Hu was immediately repelled by the space.

At first, Wang Mang was still a little confused. Later, at a dinner party, Ba Qiang smiled and explained a few words.

Because the owner of that space is still a halberd in name, he does not have the right to control, and naturally he cannot let other cultivators stay.

Fortunately, the three space-time managers don’t take care of things. Usually, they are the masters of the art.

Tyrant spear changed the space owner of the halberd to Wang Mang on the spot, so that Wang Hu could naturally stay in this cultivation space forever!

"Brother Mang, the ham meat of E beef I ate tonight is really delicious and chewy!" Wang Huti slid a huge beef leg bone, gnawing beef with a large mouthful of sauce on the corner of his mouth.

"Let’s talk about food first, how far have you practiced forging? Can you forge spirit soldiers?" Wang Mang washed his face with water, and asked Wang Hu as he wiped the water with a towel.

Wang Hu chuckled when he heard the words, "It's coming soon, Brother Mang, I forged a Tier 5 peak war knife today, which is just one step away from a Tier 6 spirit soldier!"

"Well, that's good. I won’t be able to take care of you when I reach the third level of time and space, but if you need any materials to practice the forging art in Shu time and space, you can find those spell masters. They think it will be good for me. given!"

Wang Hu nodded, and asked Wang Mang with some curiosity:

"Brother Mang, has your halberd technique become a success? I think your aura when you practice halberd in the past few days is far different from the original one!"

Wang Mang shook his head, "No! The most successful one, the halberd that taught me the halberd at the beginning, he is not far from Chengdu, and I am still far behind!"

"However, the two hundred strokes of the halberd style have been integrated, and when I leave this trial, it will be the day when I sacrifice the halberd with the blood of the enemy chief!"

Wang Mang looked at the halberd in his hand, and his heart moved slightly.

This unsurprising black halberd has accompanied him in this training space for twenty years in the spring and autumn heat. The more he uses it, the more he feels that this halberd rank is extraordinary!

Although this black halberd has not shown the slightest aura of war blades, even if the peak of the holy soldier strikes this halberd, it is not the same, and the halberd even faintly wins!

"Well, let's not talk about this, let's go to dinner, I'm hungry!"

Wang Mang waved his hand and walked towards the hut. He watched Wang Hu gulping beef, his stomach was also hungry!

Ten days later, Wang Mang stood quietly in the center of the luxurious hall, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Surrounded by eight spell masters, the most powerful Tyrant spear looked at Wang Mang, and sighed slightly sentimentally:

"Hey, Brother Wang Mang, during the few months we have been together, all the spell masters are incredibly relaxed and happy. Now that you are leaving, I really can't bear it!"