Seeing Sima Yan's happy look, Master Swen's sinister voice came again: "Stop showing off, the power of your hand can only deal with some cultivators with lower cultivation than you. If your cultivation is higher than you, you can't even break the defense of others, and it will be useless at all!"

"Uh..." Sima Yan suddenly felt that the master in front of him who was full of love the moment before had become very malicious. After all, simply attacking people is definitely better than making people feel good before exposing the evil!

As if he knew what Sima Yan would think, the Swen guardian glared at him: "Of course, if you can refine weapons like Lao I for the rest of your life, the power of your hands can also be increased to a terrible level! I know that although Lao I have only the early stage of foundation building, he can rank among the three guardians? In addition to the art of refining weapons, Lao I also have these hands!"

As he said that, the gentle protector stretched out his hand and his cultivation level was running. His originally ordinary palm suddenly burst out with silver in his command. In the dim weapon refining room, it looked like a bright lamp, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Hehe, I have the bonus of this palm. Even if the body of the late-stage foundation-building monk is cut, blood will be seen!" Master Swen waved his palm, and a silver-gray sword light flashed, blasting straight towards the wall of the weapon refining room. Then, with a "boom", it left a knife mark that was not weaker than the full blown attack of the late-stage foundation-building monk, and the entire weapon refining room trembled.

"Niu Bi!" Sima Yan blurted out almost without thinking, then his eyes were bright, and he stared at Master Swen's hands wide and looked straight at him!

"Why, um. Want my old hand?" Master Swen smiled coldly.

Sima Yan suddenly shook his head like a rattle. Although he was extremely envious and jealous of the power of his master's palm, he really couldn't imagine what it was like to ask his master's palm. Not to mention that he is only at the third level of Qi refining now, even in the foundation-building stage, he wouldn't dare. After all, this was the end of being beaten in minutes!

"No, I still want the master's palm in my subconscious mind. How could I have such an idea of ​​bullying my master and destroying my ancestors? It's so terrible!" Sima Yan thought about it, shook his head a little faster. Fortunately, the Swen Guardian did not guess what Sima Yan was thinking at this time, otherwise he would have to clean up the portal now!

However, just as Sima Yan shook his head, a figure flashed into the cave from outside, and then went straight into the refining room, with a hint of panic in his eyes. He didn't see Sima Yan still there, and there was a hint of anxiety in the sound like a broken gong: "Oh no, my divine water is gone..."

"Shen Water...Shen Water?!" After hearing this, Sima Yan felt relieved and tightened the collar around his neck.

"..." Master Swen did not speak, but sent a voice to the puppet monk: "What's going on? Sima Yan is still here, so he just sent a voice to him!"

The puppet monk then found Sima Yan squatting on the ground. After a panic, he seemed to have thought of something again. Then he shook his head mechanically and said, "No, this guy knows what I'm talking about. He stole my divine water twice! I went there just now, but no divine water still appears!"

The Swen Guardian looked at Sima Yan with great meaning, and then said, "Is it because the time is wrong? No, you have found it for a long time. Since there is an accident, is it because the sect discovered this secret? Then someone removed it?"

The puppet monk shook his head: "I don't know! I didn't look carefully just now...why, I'll go back and check it out now?"

The Sven Guardian nodded, then stepped behind the puppet monk, and then he was directly behind the cave. Then a voice rang in Sima Yan's ear: "Since you already know about the Divine Water, then forget it, but remember not to mention it to anyone, otherwise you will have a life-threatening disaster!"

Sima Yan was stunned. The disaster of killing? What does this mean? Master, do you want to kill someone to silence me? Or will someone come to kill me? Oh my God, if you know that the bead that produces divine water is on me, you are afraid that you will kill someone and seize the treasure now, and then claim to the public that you are cleaning up the portal?

"No, this matter is very important, and there is no need to be any mistakes!" Sima Yan thought of this, quickly cleaned up, picked up the Red Killing Sword, dusted the dust on his body, and followed him out of the cave and headed directly towards his cave.

After returning to the cave, Sima Yan quickly closed the cave gate, opened the cave protection array with all his strength, hid in the secret room, and then took out the beads carefully and looked at them carefully.

"Don't this bead can only be soaked in water to satisfy your hunger? Could it be that it has any abilities that I don't know? Or, what abilities that it has for the water that it has? "Sima Yan thought that the puppet monk would show that panic. Thinking of Master Swen's sudden change in his face and his hurried departure, he couldn't help but think about it.

But it is obvious that all his thoughts now are a waste of expressions. After all, except for discovering the function of filling hunger, with his knowledge, he could not find any other abnormalities. And the worst thing is that he dare not overuse this function of filling hunger at will. After all, the feeling of exploding his body makes him still feel scared until now, and he still wants to live a few more years!

That night, Sima Yan thought about it and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already midnight. There was no way. Although the master did not order to refine weapons today, he did not dare not to go and take a look. After all, looking at the way Master left yesterday, he probably would be in a bad mood today. If something wrong happened to him, the consequences would be very tragic.

After cleaning up for a while, Sima Yan did not dare to procrastinate and stepped towards the master's cave again.

However, just when passing by the edge area of ​​the outer disciple who was arrested the day before yesterday, Sima Yan was suddenly swept back several steps by a sudden strong wind, and then fell to the ground with his butt. Then, without waiting for Sima Yan to react, he stepped on his chest with one foot, and a burly figure looked at him condescendingly.

"Boy, I heard that your backstage is very tough? You can even break through my law enforcement hall?!" Sima Yan then saw clearly that the burly figure stepping on him was a big and thick old man with a curly beard. He looked a bit similar to Xu Meng and Xu crazy.

The other party's feet were stomping heavily, and Sima Yan felt that it was difficult to breathe, so he didn't want to speak, so he could only howl a few times: "Ao..."

"Hmph, don't pretend to be dead! Get up and make it clear to me. If you can't explain it clearly, you have to go to the law enforcement hall today, and no one can save you!" The old man snorted coldly, moved his thigh away, then raised Sima Yan high with one hand, and the curly beard on his face shook slightly, looking fierce, making Sima Yan feel scared before he even started speaking.

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(To be continued)
Chapter completed!