Bug Master In Doomsday

The gathering place that succeeded in transposition was very lively. In the third hour after he seized the throne of the city lord, Zhang Long used an absolute superior force to destroy the black tiger gang, which was the third largest force in the gathering place.

While Zhang Long was strangling the black tiger gang in a fierce manner, in a black RV parked in Dongcheng District, Wang Mang and the three were counting the harvest.

"Brother Mang, give me this set of bone tiger armor," Wang Hu held a pair of cold and harsh armor printed with white bone war tiger in both hands, and his big smile was almost reaching the back of his head.

"Okay, give it to you if you want," Wang Mang held a cigarette in one hand, and played with the prismatic crystals and demon pills piled up like a hill in the other.

"Husband, can this beast tendon be made into a bowstring?" Liu Ying sat on the bed, holding a blue beast tendon, and looked at the red scale bow in the corner, and put forward her own thoughts.

Wang Mang raised his head, took the cyan beast tendon in Liu Ying's hand, and carefully pulled it again. After looking at it for a while, he said, "Of course it is possible. Most ancient bows are made of deer tendon and beef tendon. ,

I don’t see what kind of monster it belongs to, but it’s very suitable for bowstrings."

Seeing that Liu Ying still had some doubts, Wang Mang simply began to popularize her science.

"Look at this cyan beast tendon. It is slender and very slender. The knots on both sides of the tendon are thick and moist, and there are traces of cookedness. It is not so much a beast tendon as it is a bowstring. ,"

After listening to Wang Mang’s explanation, Liu Ying raised her mouth happily, and her eyebrows stretched out, “That’s great, husband, let’s wind it up,”

Liu Ying jumped up from the bed, took small steps, and quickly took the red scale bow that was dusty in the corner to Wang Mang.

Wang Mang put out the cigarette **** and looked at Liu Ying, who only showed liveliness and cuteness in front of him. He couldn't help squeezing her delicate face.

Wang Mang looked at the warm red scale bow in his hand, and fixed one end of the one-meter-long bow string to the tip of the longbow. Then it was a little difficult to handle. The red scale bow's weapon is not of the same order. Low, it’s not easy to wind it,

"Ahu, come here," Wang Mang, who was trying on the new armor from the side of Wang Mangchao, beckoned.

Wang Hu is wearing a black armor with a white hideous tiger's head, sticking a sword and posing in a vicious pose in front of the mirror, but with a narcissistic smile, he still betrays his essence.

Seeing this scene, Wang Mang gave a bitter chill and shouted again before Wang Hu turned his head and agreed.

"What's up, Brother Mang,"

"You hold the two ends of the bow hard with your hands, and your legs are pressed against the bow. I'll wind it up."

Wang Hu didn't take off his armor even when he heard the words. He sat on the ground with his hands tightly at the horns of the bow and slammed it in. A few drops of sweat appeared on his head.

Wang Mang also mobilized his whole body's strength, even the ant pattern was brightened up, "Drink!" Wang Mang let out a violent shout, his slender bowstring trembles tightly by him, but there is still some distance from the end of the bow angle.

Wang Mang was a little surprised. The distance of this bowstring should be ok after his own measurement, but now he and Wang Hu can't install the huge force of more than seven tons together?

At this time, the body of the red scale bow lit up slightly, shivering, as if resisting something.

When Wang Mang saw this scene, he immediately understood everything. This is the Qi Ling's unwillingness. It is a divine bow. It is equipped with a bowstring made of at most 3 or 4 beast tendons. Its arrogance does not allow it to do so. do,