Let’s go.”

"What's going to happen?"

Cheng Gu confirmed, and then added: "But it requires at least the Lingyuan realm to exert one-third of the effectiveness of the armor. If you wear it now, you can only have one-tenth of the effectiveness."

"It won't hurt you too much, unless it's a spiritual weapon. But spiritual weapons are something that a Condensing Yuan Realm monk can never use."

When Cheng Gu saw it, he was extremely surprised and said: "This is the real body armor of the Dryland Crocodile in the transformation stage of the Spiritual Pill Realm. It can withstand a full blow from a Spiritual Pill Realm monk."

"What's your opinion?"

As the leader of a resolute mercenary hunting group, and wanting to build on the legacy of his fathers, his belief and will to reform is almost unshakable.

"Seven new groups are added, and the group leaders are recruited. The group leaders require the Lingyuan realm, and the team members require the sixth to ninth levels of the Condensing Yuan realm."

After returning to his tent, Mu Hanchan put on his crocodile armor.

Immediately, I felt a spiritual energy attached to my body. This spiritual energy was full, energetic, and spiritual, as if it were a living thing.

Mu Hanchan wanted to instill some spiritual power into it, but found that he couldn't. It seemed that his cultivation level was too low.

The people in the group knew about it and started talking about it, but when they thought about the many surprising things that happened to Mu Hanchan in the past six months, they were no longer surprised.
Chapter completed!