Bug Master In Doomsday

"Weapons?..." Wang Mang turned his head to look at the weapon pavilion, and shook his head slowly, "I don't have a shortage of weapons for the time being, so let's change the place."

The tortoise demon straightened his little slanted jacket, and looked up at Wang Mang flatly and asked: "Then what do you want to see first? How about the armor? Uncle, you are so magnificent, covered in a silver armor. , It must be a bit more handsome."

Hearing this, Wang Mang just wanted to say that his detached body cannot wear armor, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't help but pause, but instead smiled and agreed, "It's okay to go and see."

The turtle demon hurriedly replied twice with his short legs, and walked to Wang Mang and led the way with a smile. A token-like groove was left on a heavy iron-clad door.

The turtle monster flipped his left hand and embedded a coral token in it, and the heavy iron door ‘creak~creak’ slowly opened.

As soon as it caught the eye, thousands of armors with shiny scales and lacquered leather were placed one after another by the wide passage at the door. The tortoise monster didn't even look at the radiant armor, and directly stretched out his hand to face Wang Mang:

"Uncle, these items at the door are all fashion items, and they are usually worn as ceremonial objects. The real battle armors are displayed in the innermost part of the weapon pavilion."

Under the guidance of the turtle monster, Wang Mang passed through three thick and heavy doors, and finally came to a beautiful thick door made of pure coral. The turtle monster's expression became more serious.

His pitch-black stubby hand grasped the token and slowly imprinted it in the groove. In an instant, a stream of light overflowed, and Wang Mang couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Inside the door, huge night pearls are hung on the beams of the room. There are seven or eight clothes racks in the small space. There are only five or six armors left on the racks. Each pair is not as shiny as the armors on both sides of the road before. However, the faint trace of evil spirit and power really attracted Wang Mang's gaze deeply.

The first pair of armor caught the eye, and the densely sturdy scales on the chest were printed with a roaring cyan tiger.

The black markings on its huge head are faintly visible, a pair of tiger eyes seem to be looking directly at the enemy in front of him, and the strong power of the king of beasts is vividly reflected by a pair of brass eyes.

Wang Mang walked a few steps closer, looked at the armor, and gently raised his head to caress the tiger's head. He squinted and stared at the tiger's eyes tightly, feeling surprised in his heart.

The engraved on the chest of this armor is not an ordinary tiger. The faintly visible cyan fur and black markings reflect its identity, a Luo Luo!

Luo Luo is a strange animal recorded in the "Shan Hai Jing": there is a green beast, resembling a tiger, and the name is Luo Luo. This is a big fierce beast, which is higher than the ordinary tiger, and the armor in front of it is engraved with this strange beast!

Wang Mang turned his head and looked at the turtle monster with a little curiosity, "What is the origin of this armor? It shouldn't look like a post-apocalyptic product."

The turtle monster stepped on his short legs and leaned to Wang Mang's side. When he saw this special pair of tiger-head armor, he nodded suddenly.

"Master, you said this pair. This pair of armor is old. It was the spoils of a member of the Dragon King's generals who fought with a demon at the end of the East China Sea hundreds of years ago. Along with this, there is also a practice book. Gongfa."

"Is there this armor a few hundred years ago?" Wang Mang couldn't help muttering, is ancient times even more advanced than the civilized era, has the ability to create such a magical armor? Can anyone wear this armor of nearly ten tons?