Zhang Yuanqing had seen various forms of props, like the Red Dancing Shoes and the Military Soul Mask, but those were one prop with multiple functions.

But this prop in his hand, each form was different, the functions completely different, more like three independent props.

Without a doubt, this was a divine artifact.

Three forms, each of them top-grade, and also a rule-based prop.

It had three rules:

One: Resonance, able to destroy all defenses in the world.

Two: Binding, it cannot be used by anyone before the master dies.

Three: Energy Storage, able to withstand a physical attack of any level once.

A hammer that can destroy props, a lightning cannon that can fire ball lightning, perfect for a night wanderer's sneak attacks, and even if the sneak attack fails, I can deploy the Purple Lightning Shield to defend...

However, the Purple Lightning Shield can only block attacks from the front, not as comprehensive as the Earth Spirit's defensive props. Also, I don't know the defensive limit after the Purple Lightning Shield is deployed.

After all, the defense of the Purple Lightning Shield itself is not a rule, and if it's not a rule, it must have a limit.

"Let's test the power of these props first."

If one plan fails, another will arise.

Handing over the props as compensation, letting them get their hands on it, even the official side wouldn't be able to take it back.

Private reconciliation is "willing to fight, willing to be beaten", a forceful plunder that complies with the rules. "What if I don't agree!" Zhang Yuanqing's expression turned cold.

"What do you think?"

Zhao Hongzheng raised his hand, and the black-clad men outside the door poured into the store, staring coldly.

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but think of when he was in school, a senior student robbed him of his pocket money, he cried and found Bing Ge, who was furious and beat the guy up.

Afterwards, the classmate's parents came to school to make trouble, never mentioning their son's robbery, demanding that the school expel Bing Ge and him, and apologize.

Zhang Yuanqing's mind stirred, and the round shield in his hand transformed into a small pumpkin hammer, 50cm in length, small and exquisite, flexible and handy, very suitable for close combat attacks.

Then, he took a piece of crimson iron ore from the gang's warehouse, a material called Fire Demon Ore.

As the name suggests, it was a Saint-level material for Fire Master profession.

Fire Demon Ore had two main characteristics, high temperature and hardness, suitable for refining cold weapons, but because of its hardness and high-temperature resistance, it was extremely difficult to smelt.

Zhang Yuanqing threw the basin-sized Fire Demon Ore on the ground, raised the Purple Lightning Hammer, and slammed it down.

"Clang!"

A piercing sharp sound echoed in the room.

On the surface of the Fire Demon Ore, there was a half-pumpkin dent. "Heavy Hit" was one of the characteristics of the Purple Lightning Hammer, every hammer was a heavy hit, but the resonance characteristic didn't seem to show.

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the Fire Demon Ore for a moment, and soon, as if discovering something, let out a light "Eh", and touched the surface of the Fire Demon Ore with his finger.

The next second, his finger went numb, with a slight pain, like putting his hand on a high-frequency vibrating engine when he was a child.

The vibration of the Fire Demon Ore was disrupted, and slight ripples appeared on the surface, then disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing touched it again, and the numbness disappeared.

So the Fire Demon Ore had been vibrating at a high frequency, yet a tiny vibration… Zhang Yuanqing understood something, raised the Purple Lightning Hammer, and struck the surface of the Fire Demon Ore again and again.

Clang clang clang…

The vibration on the surface of the Fire Demon Ore became more and more intense, more and more intense, and finally, when he struck the fifth hammer, the Fire Demon Ore suddenly exploded with a "bang", turning into a ground of powder and small fragments.

"Tsk tsk, the hardness of the Fire Demon Ore is even stronger than many props, and it exploded in five hammers." Zhang Yuanqing stroked the small pumpkin as if he had found a treasure. Next, he tested the defensive power after the Purple Lightning Shield was deployed, summoned Xue Yingwei, who was guarding outside the door, and let her transform into a werewolf to output damage to the master.

Xue Yingwei's attack power was enough to match a level 5 swordsman, and her claws were best at armor-piercing. The level 5 swordsman's defensive props were scratched by the werewolf's claws.

But now, the sharp claws scratched out sparks on the surface of the round shield, making a tooth-aching sharp sound. No matter how hard the werewolf tried, it could only scrape shallow white marks on the round shield.

The surface of the round shield under attack shot out twisted electric snakes, ejecting onto the werewolf's body.

Each electric snake made the werewolf's body stiff, and the steel needle-like hair stood on end, slowing down its movement.

In less than half a minute, its attack lost its swiftness, and the claw strikes became weak and powerless.

Switch to the lightning cannon at this time and give it a shot, it will definitely hit. Zhang Yuanqing thought so, but did not take action, but issued a stop command.

The werewolf was panting heavily, with a hunched back. The ferocious pale pupils showed confusion, as if it had been electrocuted. Zhang Yuanqing scrutinized the surface of the round shield, and there were claw marks left on the round shield.

His heart stirred, switched to the lightning cannon mode, and then switched back to the round shield.

This time, the claw marks on the surface of the round shield disappeared.

It seems that the essence of this prop is "liquid purple electricity", and the damage to the appearance will not affect the prop;

As long as you switch the form, it can be restored to its original state.

In this case, even if the round shield is cracked one day, I don't have to worry about it being damaged. Zhang Yuanqing stroked the round shield, and liked it more and more.

Even San Yue, that aunt, doesn't even want to give her nephew a tube of Life Nectar? Although Life Nectar is really expensive. Zhang Yuanqing asked again:

"Who came?"

"Zhao Feichen's father, real name unknown, Lingjing ID is Zhao Hongzheng." The black-clad man replied.

Nonsense, who uses their real name in a Lingjing family? No, who uses their real name as a Way of the Extraordinary. Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "I see."

It's good that it's not the Zhao family's patriarch.

But even if the Zhao family's old patriarch comes, he won't be afraid.

"Leave your clothes and pants, and go out." Zhang Yuanqing said.

"???"

A moment later, a strong man wearing only a pair of underpants, holding a few pieces of ore in his arms, left with a smile on his face.

A moment later, Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the room with Xue Yingwei, who was wearing black clothes and black pants. The clothes were a bit too big, and looked loose on her.

In the messy small shop, Lian Sanyue leaned against the cashier, one hand holding her chest, the other holding a cigar, and in her ear was the roar of her eldest brother, Zhao Hongzheng:

"Who is it, who hurt my son like this."

Zhao Hongzheng scrutinized his son, who was lying weakly on the stretcher. When his eyes fell on the gauze wrapped around, and the vaguely bleeding root of his thigh, his eyes were about to split.

Zhao Hongzheng had white hair and deep nasolabial folds and crow's feet. He had this son in his forties, and he loved him very much.

Zhao Hongzheng attached great importance to this son. Talent was one aspect, but most importantly, Zhao Feichen was brought up by the old patriarch himself.

The old patriarch was very fond of this young grandson, regarded him as the apple of his eye, and even loved Zhao Hongzheng's lineage as a result.

The grandfather and grandson had a deep relationship. Who would the position of patriarch be passed on to when the old patriarch retired?

Even if his Zhao Hongzheng's talent was not the best among the brothers, but for Zhao Feichen's sake, his father would take a few more glances at him, and consider him more.

"Even if your relationship with your father is not good, Feichen has called you aunt for so many years, how could you watch him have his legs cut off in your territory?"

Lian Sanyue sneered: "There are many people who call me grandma, let alone aunt! Willing to bet, Zhao Feichen was courting death himself, what does it have to do with me?"

"You…"

Zhao Hongzheng was about to scold, but Lian Sanyue's face turned cold: "Zhao Hongzheng, you are not qualified to teach me a lesson, wait until you are promoted to Overlord before you come."

Zhao Hongzheng's chest heaved with anger, and he really didn't say anything more, turned his head and said to his subordinates standing outside the store:

"Go back to the Zhao family, tell the patriarch about Feichen's encounter, and bring a tube of Life Nectar, be quick."

Outside the small shop, a row of Way of the Extraordinary in formal attire stood in the alley.

The black-clad sunglasses on the far left bowed and took orders, turned and left.

Zhao Hongzheng leaned down and put a green bead into Zhao Feichen's pale and cracked mouth.

Soon, Zhao Feichen's face gradually turned rosy, and he woke up.

When he saw Zhao Hongzheng, a look of joy appeared on his tired and weak face, and he immediately grabbed his father's hand, and gritted his teeth:

"Dad, avenge me, avenge me… I want that kid to pay the price."

Zhao Hongzheng patted his son's hand, and comforted: "Dad will, in Flower City, no one has been able to retreat unscathed after hurting my Zhao family's direct line. Dad has already sent someone to inform your grandfather. Dad will restore your injury with Life Nectar. Feichen, tell Dad, who hurt you."

Zhao Feichen's eyes were resentful, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"It's a Star Official, mostly a deacon of the Taiyi Sect, but not Zhao Chenghuang."

He told the story of the conflict between the two sides, adding fuel to the fire.

Zhao Hongzheng sighed: "If it's a deacon of the Taiyi Sect, Dad probably can't kill him to vent his anger, but however he hurt you, I will treat him the same way."

Zhao Feichen was unhappy: "What's the point of that!"

After a moment of silence, his eyes suddenly lit up, and said: "Dad, I have an idea!"

Zhao Hongzheng leaned down and said: "Tell me."

"That kid is using Aunt's Hundred Refinements Furnace to forge a Saint-level top-grade prop. I suspect it might be a rule-based prop. Have people surround the Wanbao House, don't give him a chance to ask the Taiyi Sect for help, on the grounds that he deliberately seriously injured me, demand compensation, and get that prop first. Afterwards, even if the Taiyi Sect asks for it, we have a reason to argue, the Taiyi Sect will not start a war with our Zhao family for a prop of a sect deacon."

He still couldn't forget the prop in the furnace.

Worthy of being the top-grade among top-grades, everything is close to perfect.

And the price of using it is neither heavy nor light.

The price of the Purple Lightning Hammer is that if the height is less than two meters, it can only be used for five minutes. If it exceeds five minutes, the body will be crushed under the gradually increasing resonance.

The price of using the Lightning Cannon is clearly written. Although it has not been tested, Zhang Yuanqing guessed it was a lightning strike, a trick that hurts the enemy one thousand and damages eight hundred to oneself.

As for the Purple Lightning Shield, although the price he noted was only one: losing the desire to attack while holding the shield.

But after Zhang Yuanqing used this prop, he summarized its three shortcomings. The first is the price in the remarks, the second is that it can only resist attacks from the front, and it is powerless against backstabs and sneak attacks, unless the holder can actively detect the danger and adjust the direction of the shield to resist.

The third is the reaction force. In the werewolf's crazy attack, Zhang Yuanqing's hand holding the shield cracked between the thumb and forefinger.

If it were a stronger force, it might shatter his arm bones.

"Compared to its function, these prices are acceptable." Zhang Yuanqing contentedly put away the Purple Lightning Shield and looked at Xue Yingwei.

The clothes on her body were torn again, standing naked and fair in front of the master, with a shapely six pack beneath her bust and long round legs that were straight and firm.

Coupled with that face that had artificial traces but was flawless, it was the ultimate temptation.

When you have been single for a long time, even the yin corpse seems so tempting… Zhang Yuanqing sighed, and moved his attention away from her beauty and body, staring at Xue Yingwei's eyes.

He didn't know when it started, but her eyes were covered with golden glitter, beginning to transform into the eyes of a beast.

"It only took three times, and the eyes started to change? Alas, Little Red Riding Hood's combat power is really great, but the degree of erosion is too strong. I will have to refine a few more yin corpses for backup in the future."

Zhang Yuanqing put away Little Red Riding Hood. Just at this time, there was a rapid knock on the door.

He manipulated Xue Yingwei to hide behind the Hundred Refinements Furnace, and then opened the door.

A black-clad strong man stood outside the door, bowing his head and saying:

"The landlady asked me to inform you that the Zhao family is here and wants to see you."

They came to question him? Zhang Yuanqing thought for a few seconds, and asked:

"Did Zhao Feichen die?"

The black-clad strong man shook his head: "The landlady has already stopped the bleeding and treated him. His life is no longer in danger. He has been carried out to see the Zhao family."

Saint-level top-grade props, rule-based? Zhao Hongzheng thought carefully for a few seconds, his eyes lit up, and he laughed: "Good idea!"

Immediately, he had his subordinates surround the Wanbao House, cleared the ordinary people in the entire alley, and set up props against Night Wanderers and Star Escape. After everything was arranged, he looked expressionlessly at his half-sister, and said: "I won't argue with you about Feichen's matter, let him out, I know the rules, I won't do anything in your store."

Lian Sanyue had been watching the show from beginning to end, and said with a smile: "He's already out."

With a wave of her hand, the space in the store rippled, and two figures appeared out of thin air in the Wanbao House.

A young man with ordinary appearance, and a beautiful woman wearing loose black clothes and black pants, and barefoot.

It was Zhang Yuanqing and Xue Yingwei.

"Dad, it's him!"

Zhao Feichen's eyes were suddenly venomous, but there was a sneer mixed in at the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Hongzheng stared coldly at Zhang Yuanqing, and said: "I don't care if you are from the Taiyi Sect, or a rogue cultivator, you broke my son's legs, you must pay the price."

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Zhao Hongzheng, then looked at the bodyguards outside the door, retracted his gaze, and looked again at the middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair, and said:

"You are Zhao Hongzheng, Zhao Feichen's father? Listening to your words, you don't know the ins and outs of the matter. My son and I signed a contract…"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Hongzheng waved his hand to interrupt:

"I only know that your bet was limited to flint, but you were dissatisfied and forcibly broke my son's legs. The Zhao family must give an account of this matter."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately gave up the intention of reasoning, and asked:

"Then, what kind of account does the Zhao family want?"

Zhao Feichen immediately said:

"Compensate me with the prop you refined in the furnace."

Zhao Hongzheng nodded slightly, stood with his hands behind his back, and said:

"This is the condition we are offering. If you agree to reconcile, give the prop to Feichen. You relied on your power to bully others, cut off my son's legs, and almost killed him. It's not too much to ask for a prop from you. Take it out yourself, don't force me to use force."

Zhang Yuanqing understood that this father and son were still eyeing his prop, and had him figured out.

Zhang Yuanqing had no way, and didn't dare to tell his grandparents, so he went to his unreliable uncle.

When his uncle heard this, he turned around and stole his mother's bank card, went to the bank and exchanged it for a large bag of coins.

Then he took his nephew to school, met the parents who were making trouble, he first had his nephew apologize, then grabbed the coins and threw them at the father and son, again and again, throwing them hard.

They were throwing them so hard that they hugged their heads and scurried.

In the end, the teachers stepped in to stop the uncle's violence.

The uncle said arrogantly, it's wrong for my heir to hit someone, but you robber father and son shouldn't pretend to be white lotuses either. My family has plenty of money, these are rewards for you.

After saying that, he left with his heir, and told the teachers that he would report this matter to the Education Bureau.

On the way home, the uncle patted the shoulder of his heir and said: "Good job, to deal with bear children, you have to use violence to control violence, and to deal with capable parents, you have to use violence to control violence even more."

Now he no longer had his uncle by his side, and his uncle could not intervene in such a high-end struggle.

But uncle, I have grown up. Zhang Yuanqing slowly took off the disguise ring, revealed his true face, and shouted loudly: "Zhao Hongzheng, see clearly who I am, who are you going to attack?"