"Coo, coo, coo."
Wu Zhuohao and Bai Jia looked at the five high-grade fire attribute spirit weapons floating in the air. Their eyes were as wide as copper bells. They couldn't help but swallow their saliva and their hearts were filled with wild joy.
Not to mention Wu Zhuohao and Bai Jia, even Feng Mo and Feng Yan revealed shocked expressions in their hearts as they stared at the five fire attribute high-grade spirit artifacts in the air, their eyes revealing a greedy look.
However, a trace of greed flashed by, and his face darkened instantly. He looked at Feng Kun, who was trapped by a flying sword on the ground, and an ominous sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.
"There're only 5 high-grade holy weapons. Do you think we're beggars?"
Bai Jia gazed coldly at Wang Zhen in the sky
