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"Since Fellow Zeng doesn't take it and is wasting so much time, I'll put it away first to avoid any accidents!" Another monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm spoke.

This person's cultivation and strength rank second among the three, and his strength is almost the same as that of the early-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm who was killed by Wang Changsheng. When he saw that the man was killed by Wang Changsheng, he was also shocked by Wang Changsheng.

It’s also a blessing now, I’m glad that I was not targeted by Wang Changsheng, otherwise, how could there be such a good opportunity?

"You go!"

The monk surnamed Zeng said angrily.

The monk surnamed Zeng never expected that this rotten iron sword, which looked like a ragged one, would have such weight?

What kind of magic weapon is a monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm that cannot even pick up?

The more this happens, the more it shows that this big iron sword is extraordinary!

He couldn't even pick it up himself, and the monk surnamed Zeng believed that the other two could not pick it up either.

"Um?"

The monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul who spoke was stunned when he heard the words of the monk named Zeng, and then he showed a suspicious look.

No one is stupid to be able to practice to the state of Nascent Soul. Why did the monk named Zeng snatch it at first but not now? And he ran out of the deep pit on the rock wall, looking broken, as if he was attacked.

"There's a scam!"

A monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm said in his heart.

Looking at the big iron sword not far away, the monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm guessed that he was cheating, but he gave up like this and was a little unwilling to accept it.

"There should be no life danger!"

A monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm said in his heart.

The monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm measured it in his mind. Although his strength was a little different from that of the monks surnamed Zeng, the difference was not big. Since the monks surnamed Zeng were just a little embarrassed, it means that he should not be in any danger of life.

Then give it a try!

The monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm was eager to try and walked towards the Langcang Sword.

He stretched out his hand and stumbled towards Langcang Sword. However, the monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm was not fast enough to stumble out, and he was always paying attention to the situation around him.

Be wary, be wary, be wary!

Until the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator grabbed the hilt of the Langcang Sword with his right hand, he did not encounter any danger.

"What's going on?"

The monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm was confused.

There is no danger!

Since I did not encounter any danger while reaching my hand towards the hilt of the sword, the weirdness should be on the sword.

"rise!"

The monks at the early stage of the Nascent Soul also silently recited in their hearts.

"Um?"

When the monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul exerted force, he also frowned.

Have tried hard, but the thread has not moved at all?

"nice one!"

A monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm just knows the extraordinaryness of Langcang Sword.

"No wonder he can kill..." said a monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Use force and continue to use force, but when the cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul burst out with the most powerful strength, the Langcang sword still remained unmoved.

“What’s going on?”

The monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm was confused.

He looked at the monk named Zeng and found that the monk named Zeng had already tidied up his tattered clothes and changed into a clean set of clothes. However, the sarcastic look in the eyes of the monk named Zeng also saw it.

"What's going on?"

The monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul asked.

"What else can happen..." said the monk surnamed Zeng without any concealment: "That's it!"

"I can't pick it up, it's too heavy..."

After saying that, the monk named Zeng didn't say anything more, because compared with the other two, the monk named Zeng didn't know what was going on!

Both of them set their sights on the last monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, why don't you try it too?" said the monk surnamed Zeng.

The early-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm who was called fellow Taoist Yang was also full of confusion and had no idea what was going on.

A cultivator named Yang, a monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, has just broken through to the early stage of the Nascent Soul. In this state, he is still a newcomer, so he has never fought for anything because he knows that he is not the opponent of the other two.

However, now it seems that this sword is too heavy, and neither the monk surnamed Zeng nor the other person can be picked up.

That would be interesting!

"I'll try it!"

The monk surnamed Yang is not polite. Anyway, the other two have tried it. If they can't pick it up, it's common sense. More importantly, the monk surnamed Yang also wants to know what's going on!

However, after the monk surnamed Yang tried it repeatedly, Langcang Sword was still lying on the ground, without any power, and had no movement.

“What’s the situation?”

"What the hell is going on?"

"Is there anything special about this sword?"

...

The three of them looked at me, and I looked at you, looking at each other, facing Langcang Sword, they were at a loss.

However, all three of them could be sure that this Langcang sword is definitely a good thing.

"What should I do?" asked the monk surnamed Zeng.

"It's better..." The monk surnamed Yang thought for a while and said directly: "Let's go and ask that person, he shouldn't die yet..."

"It is also possible that this sword is very special. It cannot be controlled by other monks when the master is not dead..."

All three of them nodded.

In fact, all three of them knew that it was impossible to be mastered by other monks when the master was not dead, but it was just an excuse. The three of them were all in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. They should be able to tilt this sword with their own hard power.

unless...

This sword is really extraordinary!

It's so precious that no one can understand it!

After some discussion, the three decided to find Wang Changsheng first.

Just now, the Langcang Sword fell. In order to find the Langcang Sword, the monk surnamed Zeng directly bombarded the land. Wang Changsheng was also at that time, and he was thrown away to somewhere.

The three of them searched around and felt the breath for a while. They didn't see Wang Changsheng at all, and the breath disappeared.

"Not?"

"Fellow Daoist Zeng, you can't have killed me..."

The monk named Zeng was there and said in confusion: "At that time, I was all focused on the sword, I don't know..."

"However, he was so close to the sword at that time, so there was such a possibility..."

The monk surnamed Zeng also showed an awkward look.

At that time, they were indeed attracted by Lang Cang Jian. They ignored Wang Changsheng, who was dying. For the three of them, Wang Changsheng only needed no resistance. The rest did not matter, including whether Wang Changsheng was dead or alive!

Who knows that when I want Wang Changsheng now, I can't find it... Fupin Chinese
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