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Why did you give me a belt? Wu Ming unhappily tore off a lamb leg and placed it in his mouth, chewing on it. Compared to his belt, it would be better to just give me a lamb leg.

This is not a belt. Song Zhong felt that he was about to vomit blood, he could not help but pat his chest.

The best thing to do now is not to interrupt me from eating the meat, and it would be best to pour This King another glass of wine. How could such good meat not have good wine? I don't know where you learned your cooking skills from, but it feels like even the Sword Capital's chef isn't as good as you. In the future, if a girl marries you, she will be blessed.

Turquoise-eyed Demon Fox Boli immediately took off the leather pouch on her waist, inside it was the strong alcohol.

Wu Ming took the leather bag from Turquoise-eyed Demon Fox Berlin and drank a mouthful, then his gaze rested on Song Zhong's hands. It was a belt wrapped in soft leather, and apart from its exotic look, there was nothing special about it.

This is dragon skin? Turquoise-eyed Demon Fox Boris, with her beautiful big eyes, exclaimed: It's actually the dragon skin.

What is dragon skin?

Flood Dragons were legendary divine beasts, water beasts that possessed the bloodline of dragons. The belt made from the skin of the dragon on Song Zhong's hand was indeed made from one of the countless Sea of Sands, the fierce Goblin Lizard. This was because the demonic beast had the head of a horse and the body of a snake. Its body was slightly shorter than that of a dragon, similar to a lizard.

Only after killing the dragon lizard could he boil it in gentle fire for a month before he could remove the scales on the surface of the lizard's skin. Steam with fire for a month to soften the lizard, which can then be used to sew dragon skin products. It was very hard to make something like that that was impervious to swords and spears.

It was the skin of the dragon lizard, a type of demon beast that lived amongst the endless Sea of Sands. Not to mention the value of this kind of demon beast, it was to kill at least cultivators with great National Scholar and above.

Are you a cultivator of the Great National Scholar already? Wu Ming looked at his brother happily.

Song Zhong looked at Wu Ming and shook his head: Although you have improved a little, but your cultivation progress is still too slow! How long will it take you to get to the Imperial Advisor?

Wu Ming laughed awkwardly: If a genius like you was angered to death by me, you wouldn't really make me a belt with such a precious dragon skin, right?

Song Zhong smiled but did not reply. At the end of the belt, Wu Ming saw a piece of dark green precious jade embedded inside, this design was used as the buckle of the belt. However, the shape was somewhat strange, as it was slightly larger than the other butts.

Wu Ming stretched out his hand and held the jade, feeling very good, as though he was holding a sword hilt in his hand. He felt a chill spread from his wrist with a light push of his hand.

A ray of white cold light appeared in front of Wu Ming's eyes, the cold Qi made him feel as if he was in an icehouse.

Good sword! When Wu Ming sliced off the lamb leg in his hand, a surprising scene occurred. Not only was the lamb leg in Wu Ming's hand cut off, it had even turned into a piece of white frozen lamb leg.

Song Zhong finished the lamb leg in his hand as fast as he could, and forcefully held back his laughter. Wu Ming awkwardly scratched his head: I really didn't think that it would be this effect.

He never thought that there would be such a great sword. Wu Ming did not know that the flexible sword in his hand was made from the most valuable treasure of the Ghost Clan, Frost Iron. In order to obtain this amount of Frost Iron, Song Zhong had to risk his life.

Could it be ? This is Frost Iron?

If it wasn't because you were too greedy, I wouldn't have worried about making this for you. I begged Uncle Yu for a long time before he agreed to do this for me. Uncle Yu's cooking skills are peerless in the world. Thus, he could only make a flexible sword.

It seems like there's something good about the food as well? If I wasn't such a noob, how could I have gotten such a bargain?

Hahaha ? Everyone's candid laughter floated amidst the empty Sea of Sands.

Ah!" While everyone was laughing, Wu Ming's face suddenly turned pale white and beads of sweat started dripping down from his forehead. The Cold Steel Sword that was held tightly in his hand fell to the ground as Wu Ming started rolling non-stop.

Wu Ming, what happened to you? Song Zhong looked at Wu Ming who was rolling on the ground and asked anxiously.

He ? He's fine. Sang Yu bit her lips, her eyes staring straight at Wu Ming's back. You guys don't want to go over there, he has to pass this stage by himself!

Everyone stared nervously at Wu Ming who was rolling on the ground, both of his hands clutching his back.

Because of the pain, Wu Ming's face became twisted. He felt that his back was about to split open, he wanted to reach out and grab at his back, but there was a strange power that prevented him from doing so.

The mournful screams echoed throughout the Sea of Sands. All the animals trembled in fear as if they had heard a terrifying beast's howl.

In order to help him alleviate some of the pain, Wu Ming had no choice but to bend his body. He discovered that his hands were unable to hug his body at all and a mysterious power was in his body, allowing him to stand up and stretch his arms.

Another scream pierced the night sky. Ah!

A pair of black wings grew out from Wu Ming's back, and he looked like a god of death that had descended into the mortal world. Wu Ming felt as if his back was being torn apart alive. He tried his best to wave his arms and realized that his feet were actually lifted off the ground.

Wu Ming looked at his back, where a pair of black wings grew, on top of them grew dense and fine fur.

The three of them raised their heads to look at Wu Ming who was fluttering in the air. His pair of black wings were like a black cloud that covered the moon during the dark night.

These are wings... Wing Clan... Song Zhong: You are actually a descendant of Wing Clan? So there really is such a race in this world. I always thought it was a legend.

Song Zhong looked at Sang Yu: "Did you feel it?

Sang Yu nodded her head, Turquoise-eyed Demon Fox Bai Ma looked at the sky in shock and fear, because she felt that the aura of the person dancing in the air was changing rapidly. Wu Ming, who was originally very far away from her, was currently releasing his Qi.

The originally fine fluffy feathers on Wu Ming's body started to become hard and plump.

How is this possible? Turquoise-eyed Demon Fox Berlin said in disbelief: How could someone directly break through?

State Grandmaster?

No...

Grand Imperial Advisor?

He's still breaking through?

Could this be the terrifying aspect of Wing Clan?

Beginner National Scholar? Turquoise-eyed Demon Fox Paris' body began to tremble.

Could this be the power of a Wing Clan bloodline? What a wonderful race.

No! He was still continuing... Sang Yu lowered her head: It's about time

National Scholar... Too terrifying. Turquoise-eyed Demon Fox Paris felt excited, what kind of people did she go along with?