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Han Yun picked up a stone and smashed it over. Seeing that the old man had no reaction, he dared to stand up and pick up the snake-shaped small sword. The sword energy was so strong that he knew it was not an ordinary person at first glance.

"Hehe, the lower level spiritual weapon magic weapon!" Han Yun bounced the sword body, and the small sword made a cold sound.

After Han Yun stripped the equipment of the old man in gray, he was in trouble! The ghost-headed knife was still somewhere inside the old man's body. Should he cut him open and dig out the ghost-headed knife?

Han Yun had a sudden inspiration and found the bottle of corpse-transformed powder from the old man's storage belt that sprinkled on the wound on the old man's butt.

Honey!

The old man's body instantly turned into a pool of blood, and the ghost head knife fell out, and the skull at the knife handle turned bright red. The old man's cultivation level was at least in the early stage of foundation building, and the energy stored in the ghost head knife should be able to reach the attack power level of the primary spiritual weapon. Han Yun kicked the knife into the stream and washed it several times before he dared to pick it up and put it away.

Quickly pick the five "Jade Butterfly Spring" flowers and put them in a delicate green jade box to store them.

After doing all this, Han Yun put on his invisible cloak and hid himself. Just as he was about to leave, a group of people turned into the valley entrance. The first one was red lips and white teeth, and he was very handsome. He turned out to be the little white face of Dongfang Hong, and behind him were naturally the disciples of the Shuiyue Sect.

"Senior brother, it should be right here!" Fang La looked around with a jade slip in his hand, and it seemed that they also had a map.

Dongfang Hong waved her hand and the eight people walked towards the bottom of the valley in a triangle, with their paces astonishingly consistent, walking with their swords, and walking with great caution. Han Yun slowly retreated to the side of the mountain wall, waiting patiently for them to leave before leaving.

"Hey! Oh no, it actually made people take the lead!" Dongfang Hong stomped her feet in annoyance, and the "Yu Diechun" on the rock was obviously picked by someone.

Lin Jin'er walked forward and tried to dig up the entire Yudiechun plant.

Damn! Han Yunzhi wanted to curse, this girl was so greedy that she did everything to kill chickens and get eggs.

Fortunately, Fang La stopped Lin Jiner's rogue behavior! This behavior of destroying roots is the most annoying, and most cultivators will not do this!

"Why don't you let others pull it out? Wouldn't it be better to take it back and plant it in the yard?" Lin Jiner said dissatisfiedly and pouted.

"Well, Junior Sister Lin, all high-quality spiritual medicines have spirituality. They grow in the mountains, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gather the essence of the sun and moon, and have been formed after hundreds of years, or even thousands of years! They can't grow even if they are pulled back, so they won't live. Let's stay here and wait a hundred years next time before picking them!" Fang La said tactfully.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that you had such experience at such a young age. I will spare your life! Leave the flowers of "Yu Diechun" and get out!" At some point, a cultivator with a grim complexion was already standing behind everyone. He was playing with a flying thallium blade in his hand. The flying thallium blade was buzzing and swaying above his palm, as if he would choose someone to eat at any time. An invisible pressure spread out.

Dongfang Hong and others immediately stood in battle formations as if they were facing a great enemy, with a long sword across their chests and stared at the cultivator in the green robe vigilantly.

"Fellow Taoist, we didn't pick the flowers of Yu Diechun. Someone had picked them before we arrived!" Fang La explained.

The cultivator with green robe darkened his face, and a mass of murderous intent shot out in his eyes, and he said coldly: "It seems that he must force Master Dao to start a murder!"

"Fellow Taoist, don't force people too much. Don't say that we didn't pick it. Even if it was really picked, there is no reason to give it to you!" Dongfang Hong said in a cold voice.

"Hehe! A bunch of trash seeking death! That's all the way to Dao himself, it's a pity for a few girls in the water!" The cultivator of the green robe sneered, a red light flashed in his hand, and a blood-colored flying thallium blade squirted straight towards Dongfang Hong's neck. It suddenly split into eight in the middle, and attacked eight people at the same time. It was really as fast as lightning and murderous intent!

"Damn, it's a good thing!" Han Yun couldn't help but scream inwardly. This magic weapon is amazing!

Dongfang Hong sneered, thinking it was so great, but with a medium-grade attacking spirit weapon, he waved his hand and a giant antique water-patterned shield scattered in front of everyone.

When, when, when...

The flying thallium blade hit the giant shield eight times in a row, and the giant shield did not move at all, leaving only eight shallow white dots on the shield. The face of the cultivator in the green robe changed, but his eyes immediately emitted a greedy light.

"Hehe, it's true that he is a disciple of a major sect. Any trash from the Qi Refining Stage can be used to get a spiritual shield!" The cultivator of the green robe sneered.

The disciples of Shuiyue Sect were all angry. They were the elite among the three generations of disciples in Shuiyue Sect. Usually they were the only ones who scolded others for garbage, but now they were scolded by others for talking about garbage and kept talking about garbage, and they couldn't help but get angry.

Dongfang Hong shouted angrily: "Shut up! Arrogant guy, I will let you know who is the trash!"

The figure flashed out, and the other seven people cooperated very well. As soon as Dongfang Hong activated, the other seven people immediately stepped on the Bagua direction and surrounded the man in the green robe. The long sword in his hand was sizzling with cold mist, blocking all the retreat paths of the man in the green robe. He stepped on the mysterious steps under his feet and kept changing the directions alternately.

Han Yun could vaguely see that this was a set of combined attack sword formations, and its power should not be underestimated.

"Hey!" Qiu Shui Jiaozha said, and the sword was straight on the man in the green robe. The sword force had not yet been used, and his body had moved to another position, and it was replaced by another female disciple who stabbed the lower abdomen...

Chi! Chi...

The sword light burst into flames, and the sword light suddenly rose in an instant, and the sword body of the green-robed cultivator was surrounded by the sword tips.

The cultivators in the green robe were forced to get in a hurry, with only the ability to resist and no power to fight back. Han Yun couldn't help but be shocked. These oily and pink-faced girls were so powerful that they had the upper hand against cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building. No wonder the senior leaders of the Shuiyue Sect were assured to let them go to the "Miscenary Valley" to seize treasures.

If one of these elite disciples dies, then more than ten years of hard work will be wasted. Of course, there will be no truly top disciples without blood and fire. The remaining ones are the elites among the elites. All major sects have this consensus. The disciples of this sect let them go out for risks, and even deliberately push their disciples to dangerous environments. As long as two or three elite disciples in each session can survive and grow smoothly is enough. These surviving disciples will surely soar into the sky and become pillars of this sect in the future.

"Damn it!" The cultivator of the green robe rushed left and right but failed to break out of the surrounding of the sword formation. He felt that the pressure on his body was getting stronger and stronger. If he continued like this, he would definitely die. He shouted angrily, and his spiritual power suddenly burst out, and a strong pressure was raised around him. The flying thallium blade in his hand instantly turned into thousands of lights and shadows.

Ding! Ding! Ding... puff!

With a series of sounds, the eight people of Shuiyue Sect flew out with a muffled groan and fell outward. The gap in spiritual power cultivation cannot be made up by exquisite formations. This is the so-called one-power reduction of ten times.

The red light dissipated, and the flying thallium blade flew back to the hands of the cultivator in the blue robe. The cultivator in the blue robe looked pale and fell softly to the ground. He was obviously over-explosive of spiritual power, and a sword was also scratched on his cheek, and blood flowed down his chin.

Looking at Dongfang Hong and others, the swords in their hands were broken without exception, and they all lay down in the place and could not move. They were obviously blocked with spiritual power.

Han Yun couldn't help but touch his nose, showed up, and walked out from behind the stone!

"Hehe, the fight is very lively!" Han Yun smiled in a hoarse voice.

The man in the green robe changed his expression. He was about to struggle to stand up, but Han Yun raised his hand and made a "wood thorn technique". A bloody flower exploded on the forehead of the extremely weak green robe cultivator and died.

Han Yun skillfully stripped the cultivator of the green robe, but fortunately! Finally, Han Yun was worried about the woman here, so he left a pair of underwear for the cultivator of the green robe. Seeing this, the female disciples of the Shuiyue Sect couldn't help but lose their looks and looked at Han Yun in horror.

Han Yun smiled and walked to Dongfang Hong.

"You...what do you want to do? Don't touch me..." Dongfang Hong's eyes showed a hint of horror. Han Yun couldn't help rolling his eyes. The more he looked, the more he looked like a woman. Han Yun bent down and reached out to grab the storage belt around Dongfang Hong's waist.

Dongfang Hong screamed, and the high decibel puncture force made Han Yun's ears hurt.

"Scream you uncle!" Han Yun couldn't help but curse.

"Hmm? Han Yun? So it's you bastard!" Lin Jin'er screamed angrily. It turned out that Han Yun forgot to change his voice for a while, and was recognized by Lin Jin'er.

"Well... Which bastard is Han Yun? Are you very famous? Don't know him!" Han Yun pressed his throat and said coldly. He pulled off Dongfang Hong's storage belt with one hand and wiped off the chrome mark of spiritual consciousness on it, and whipped out the palm-sized spiritual shield to fill it with his storage belt.

"Han Yun, bastard! You're pretending, I recognized your voice just now! Despicable, shameless, vulgar...sexual demon!" Lin Jin'er cursed in anger, and the others couldn't help but glar at Han Yun.

Han Yun calmly tied the storage belt to Dongfang Hong again, patted his face and said, "Hehe, I saved your lives, this spiritual shield is rewarded!"

Dongfang Hongjun's face turned red, and she turned a little distorted, staring at Han Yun with annoyance, and said coldly: "Don't Fellow Daoist Han thinks this behavior is shameful?"

Han Yun smiled and said in a hoarse voice: "Who said I am Han Yun? Don't talk nonsense! It's wrong to accuse a good person!"

After saying that, he was ready to leave!

Seeing Han Yun coming away, Lin Jiner was anxious and blurted out: "Brother Yun!"

Han Yun's body froze and stopped! Lin Jin'er was happy, a trace of cunning flashed in her eyes, and she cursed in her heart: "I also said that she is not Han Yun, a hateful bastard!"

Han Yun turned around and walked to Lin Jiner, looked at Lin Jiner with a hoarse voice: "Little sister, who is Brother Yun?"

Lin Jinerba blinked her eyes, and smiled like two crescent meniscus and said, "Call you?"

Han Yun had to admit that this girl's movie smiled very much like sprouts, and couldn't help but squat down and leaned against Lin Jin'er's little face and stared at her.

A trace of fear flashed in Lin Jin'er's eyes, but it flashed and she still looked like she was smiling, but her eyes flashed and she didn't dare to look at Han Yun. Han Yun smiled. She used to stare at Sprout, but in the end she must be unable to stand it, so she twisted her head away first. Although this little girl was not Sprout, it would be okay to tease her.

"Han Yun, what do you want to do?" Fang La was shocked and angry, not knowing what this shameless guy was going to do. Han Yun raised his hand and reached to Lin Jin'er's face, as if he was about to touch her face. Lin Jin'er finally blushed a little and said juicyly: "Han...Brother Yun, you...you...ah! Bastard Han Yun!"

Han Yun pinched Lin Jiner's small Yao'er's nose and twisted it hard twice before letting go and leaving, and said lightly: "I'm not your brother Yun!"

"Ah! Bastard! Don't let me touch you again!" Lin Jin'er was almost crazy, tears rolling in her eyes, her nose was red, like a red-nose puppy!

"Puff!" The other female disciples couldn't help laughing, and even Fang La couldn't help but smile!
Chapter completed!