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At this time, everyone was focusing on Wang Yan. Especially the goddess Shiva, her light blue eyes looked directly at Wang Yan, and her expression was like looking at a thief who was scattered all over the world.

This time, could it be that the wolf was brought into the house?

"Haha, haha~" Wang Yan laughed awkwardly in front of everyone's eyes, "Hey, what are your eyes? Don't treat me like a thief, okay? I'm an honest and honest person."

Honestly, do your duty!

The goddess Shiva was so choked to death without giving him a joke. She rolled her eyes viciously, and warned and sneered: "Son of Fire, don't smile with me. If you dare to take care of Shiva's eyes, be careful not to be able to leave the Yin Kingdom. What's more, the eyes of the gods are enshrined in the temple, and there are powerful magic circles around you! Don't accidentally die in the magic circle at that time."

"No, I would rather pat your highness's flattery. Maybe you will agree to my request when you are happy." Wang Yan shrugged and smiled, but he felt a little regretful in his heart.

Shiva's eyes. If that thing is real, it will be the third eye left by Shiva's great god back then. The materials used by Wang Yan to refine the secondary artifact armor are all from the materials of the demon's clone.

Theoretically, it is a demigod-level material. The eyes of Shiva are serious god-level materials. Even, it is very likely that it is the most valuable core part of Shiva's body.

This object can no longer be described as a priceless city, but is rare in the world. If there are corresponding auxiliary materials and weapon refining techniques, it may be possible to directly refine the magical artifact.

"Hmph!" The goddess Shiva sneered alertly, "I hope so."

"Hmm?" Lei Hong saw some problems and looked at Wang Yan with a puzzled look.

"It's okay, I just want to ask my sister-in-law to help me with something." Wang Yan shrugged and said, "Don't worry about this matter, these are the two of us." Wang Yan didn't want to use his brotherly feelings to put pressure on the goddess Shiva and force her to agree to help him refine the secondary artifact.

This made it difficult for Lei Bo, and it also suppressed the goddess Shiva, which was meaningless.

Brothers are brothers, not for use.

I would rather be stubborn than make things difficult for my brothers.

Lei Hong's face became warm, and there was no need to say much to understand Wang Yan's thoughts. Brothers are brothers, and he understands this relationship~ his heart is naturally warm.

The eyes of the Shiva goddess were also a little better. To be honest, if Lei Hong forced herself to refine weapons for Wang Yan, she would have reluctantly done it. However, she would feel very unhappy.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yan did not use thunder to suppress himself, which made her mood a little better. She glanced at Wang Yan indifferently: "Perform well, don't cause trouble for me, maybe I will make some equipment for you."

"Thank you, Your Highness," Wang Yan said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you."

The goddess Shiva looked at him angrily, and a very good sentence came out of his mouth. Why did the taste suddenly change? But at this time, it was not the time to argue with him.

She turned around and nodded to the visitor, "Zong Xiu, please forgive me for not receiving it last night."

The sarcastic person who appeared before was naturally the shining new star of the Japanese Super Self-Defense Force, Ah Pei Zongxiu. At the Youth Conference, his performance was extremely dazzling.

If it weren't for being strongly suppressed by Wang Yan under the tit-for-tat confrontation with Wang Yan, Wang Yan's reputation has become famous in the world. Otherwise, he would have been the first young man today.

At this time, he was still wearing a traditional hunting suit of Onmyoji, holding a folding fan, and his clothes were fluttering. However, compared to the Youth Conference that year, he was even more evil and charming and sarcastic.

Especially the sinister aura on his body was several times stronger than at the Youth Conference. If someone looked at him more, he would feel uncomfortable all over, like a thorn on his back.

"Where is it, the reception of His Highness of the Goddess has already made me very satisfied." Ampezshu shook his folding fan slowly and bowed his hand and said, "It is a great honor to thank His Highness for his kindness to see the eyes of God Shiva."

He is polite and shows the traditional style of Onmyoji.

But in Wang Yan's eyes, Ampe Zongxiu likes to pretend, making herself look like the son of a real god. She couldn't help but say hello and said, "Yoyo, isn't this Zongxiu? It turns out that you are here too. I haven't seen you for a long time, I haven't seen you for a long time, I wonder if it's going to be good soon?"

I was already here, okay? I just talked to you for a long time. Also, what kind of thing is that Zong Xiu or not? Are you very familiar with you?

An Pei Zongxiu's mouth twitched, and the sinister aura on her face became heavier. She stared at Wang Yan coldly and said, "Son of Flame! Thanks to your care, I am doing well." His eyes slightly shone coldly, and it was obvious that he seemed to be suppressing the anger in his heart. Obviously, he didn't want to have a direct conflict with Wang Yan at this time.

"That's good, that's good." Wang Yan shrugged and smiled, and said to the people behind him, "Oh, there are a few acquaintances. That Master Yuanzhi hasn't seen you for a long time. Well, Hongyin and Ito Yokoichi are here too."

The Master Yuanzhi in Wang Yan's mouth was naturally the old man wearing a red dress and was like a monk who had attained enlightenment. He was Zhengyuanzhi, a famous red dress monk in Japan's Tantric Buddhism, and his strength reached the legendary level.

However, one of his right arm was gone, and the wide red sleeves were empty under the air, and his face became more haggard and full of viciousness. As soon as he saw Wang Yan, the anger on his face never dissipated.

Thinking back to the beginning, the Japanese Tantric Buddhism inferred that the Buddha's ruins would appear on Gongga Mountain. With the efforts of the whole country, they spent a hundred years of planning, but in the end they actually picked peaches for Wang Yan.

Not only was his beloved disciple Hong tragically dead on the spot, but even when he was about to escape back to Japan after his mission failed, he was intercepted by Yan Zun in the East China Sea and cut off an arm.

He also threatened that he would keep his life for his disciple Wang Yan to collect it himself.

Since that time, his Yuanzhi's status in Japan has plummeted. At this time, he has to surrender to Anpe Zongxiu. All of this is the result of the son of Fire and the disciple of Yan Zun.

How could the monk Zheng Yuanzhi not hate Wang Yan?

But at this time, Wang Yan had reached the legendary level, and his real combat power might be above him with his broken arm. If he wanted to take revenge himself, there would be no hope. However, the hatred in his heart has always lingered in his heart.

"Son of Flame!" The red-clothed monk Zheng Yuanzhi squeezed out a few words, "We finally met again." His voice was filled with an indescribable coldness.
Chapter completed!