Bug Master In Doomsday

"Okay kid, let's not say much, I will help you to seal it, and I have to go to play cards!"

The wretched old man pinned the dry tobacco pole to his waist, glanced at Wang Mang's left arm, suddenly shot, tearing off Wang Mang's sleeve, and grinning: "Hey, there is a kid from this clan!"

Speaking of the wretched old man holding Wang Mang's forearm with one hand, the scarlet blood red dragon pattern suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

"Damn, Wang Mang, you bastard, why do you call Lao Tzu out again?!"

Gu Jiao, who was extremely irritable, rushed out of the dragon pattern cursingly, but when he saw the wretched old man in front of Wang Mang, he suddenly shuddered, and his tone was a little trembling.

"See... Senior!" Gu Jiao Jie's aura suddenly closed, in front of this wretched old man, like a well-behaved and obedient cat,

"Well, little guy, you are not strong, but you have a good temper!" The wretched old man reached out and touched Gu Jiao's head, as if his grandfather was touching his grandson.

"Don't dare! The kid didn't know that Senior was here, so he just said a little bit Meng Lang, please forgive me, Senior!"

Gu Jiao's trembling and humble appearance made Wang Mang a little surprised, but when he looked at it, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, haha! Gu Jiao, you also have today!

"Hey! Little guy, your Dragon Ball has merged with this person. This is a little difficult!"

The wretched old man frowned for a moment, touched his stinky clothes, took out a jasper-like box, took out a cool green ointment, and applied it to the dragon pattern on Wang Mang’s left arm.

Wang Mang felt abruptly in his left arm, and the blood red dragon pattern seemed to be activated by this green cream.

Suddenly, Wang Mang felt his chest become stuffy, and a short, tearing pain came from his mind, and an extremely round, shining orb was slowly separating from the dragon pattern!

, When Wang Mang saw this scene, his brain was not enough. What kind of method was he able to take out the dragon ball that was fused with his soul?

"Boy, the people of our clan, but weak or not, have never been in symbiosis with others, but in order to compensate for your loss, when you really break through this first level of trial, I will send you again. A special gift!"

The wretched old man squeezed the dragon ball in his hand and threw it into Gu Jiao’s mouth next to him. He looked at the storage rings on Wang Mang’s fingers, the communication ring and other accessories, and also made a mocking laugh.

"Hey, boy, your storage must be confiscated. When you pass the ten-kilometer trial site, there will be a hillside where you can reuse them!"

After the wretched old man finished speaking, he took away Wang Mang's wrist, storage ring, and trading ring from his fingers in the blink of an eye!

"Master, my weapon is still in the storage ring. Could it be a weapon and can't be used?" Wang Mang frowned, could it be that this trial was so harsh that he couldn't even use the weapon?

"Yes! Weapons are also considered as a kind of external force, of course they cannot be used!" The wretched old man answered naturally, his eyes rolled again, and he smirked: "Yes, there is still bad news to tell you. , The food and water in your storage ring cannot be eaten in this trial place!"

"En? How is this possible? Three years of not eating food, and starving to death!" Wang Mang asked in disbelief, without food, how can he survive this trial?