The sect leader and Master Mei were arguing over there, but Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin frowned in the chaotic secluded realm and studied the golden bracelet.

"March...this should be March, it looks similar to a golden hairpin..."

Feng Chenglin's eyes looked at the golden hairpin on one side, and his eyes were flowing.

"Look at their patterns, they are indeed from the same series...the same style..."

The golden bracelet is also engraved with patterns like gold hairpins.

This means that this guy is really March!

When Feng Chenglin saw these patterns, he confirmed that it was genuine and took it back to the Chaos Secret Realm.

"San Master, do you know how to open it?"

"I don't know..." Ling Luoyu's answer was very straightforward.

The golden hairpin was also opened in her hands, but she didn't know how to open this thing.

If the temple is here, you may not have to worry about it.

But now both of them-

They looked at each other a little!

"What should I do?" Feng Chenglin aimed at the magic mirror: "I see the momentum of that guy from the sect leader. If I see him less than March again, I will tear Master Mei..."

"Just tear it up, just tear it up. Do you still care about her life or death?" Ling Luoyu looked at March 2nd and frowned slightly: "And even if it really tear it up, it may not be that Master Mei was at a disadvantage..."

"How do you know?"

"If the sect leader is sure to win, you will take action without hesitation when you disappear... In the face of the crushing existence, who will still have some concerns and hesitation?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly realized: "You mean... Master Mei looks weak, but his essence is not weak..."

"Nonsense, otherwise why would her Jiuhua Taoist Temple be on par with a sect like Chaoshan Sect?"

"This woman... like you, she is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger..."

"You are wrong. I really pretend to be a pig, but Master Mei is deliberately dressing up... On the surface, she seems weak and powerless, but people from other sects know that this woman will die when she becomes fierce... So, she throws a frightening weapon at the sect leader, and only dares to grind her teeth and fight with her, but she doesn't dare to really use a knife and a gun... to use a knife?"

Ling Luoyu paused in a daze and remembered something.

"Fatty... do you still remember how I opened December that day?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Isn’t this kind of thing your own?

How did he know?

"Zheng!"

Soul Blade is unsheathed.

"San Young Master..." Feng Chenglin hurriedly stopped him: "We don't have to open it, so don't worry... Let's open it slowly, there is no need to cut it with one knife, right? Such a baby, if it is broken, it would be a pity..."

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "There is a pit in your head, is there water in the pit?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

"I remember, when December was opened, my fingers were cut and the golden hairpin was stained with blood, so it was opened..."

"Oh, yes, yes, I remembered..." Feng Chenglin suddenly realized and laughed: "You said it earlier, isn't it just a little blood? Why don't you do it yourself? I'll do it..."

He rubbed his fingers against the soul blade, cut out a bloody mouth, and dripped the blood on the golden bracelet.

One drop, two drops, three drops—

It was known that the blood slid down on the surface of the golden bracelet, and a small pile condensed below it, but there was no reaction from it.

"This... doesn't work..." Feng Chenglin sucked his fingers, and he felt a little sorry for his drops of blood.
Chapter completed!