"How to distribute it now? There are only three magic weapons and we have four other people besides the two Taoist friends." The Confucian man stared at the cyan sword, gold pen, and white jade Ruyi that were shining in the air.
Hearing this, the four of them looked at each other in silence, and the entire cave fell into a peaceful atmosphere.
As time passed, the bearded man couldn't help but put his hand warily between the storage bags.
Dongfang Zimo and Yang Chen stood aside and watched as if it had nothing to do with them.
The two of them have already made plans, even if these people fight, they will not care about their own business.
Anyway, it’s not their turn to distribute these treasures.
"Haha, why should everyone be so nervous? Even though these magic weapons are rare, it would be bad if there were disagreements because of these things." The man in black robe suddenly said with a calm expression.
"Brother Wei doesn't know how important these magic weapons are to every monk." The big man with a beard said noncommittally.
Zhou Yin and the Confucian man didn't say anything, they were just thinking.
"Although I long for elixir formation, it is only a matter of time for me to attack the golden elixir in the Mingshan Zhou clan. Not every golden elixir monk has a magic weapon. Some golden elixir monks only have one top-level magic weapon in their hands in their lifetime.
, it can be seen that this magic weapon is rare, so I will not give in." Zhou Yin's face showed a solemn look, and when he said the last sentence, he released the aura of the late stage of natural foundation building.
The tall man with the beard and the Confucian man were suppressed by this powerful aura, and their faces suddenly showed a look of fear.
But even though they were afraid, they refused to give up this opportunity.
"Hey, Brother Zhou, why are you so impatient at this time? I didn't say I must have this magic weapon." The man in black robe sneered and said something that made people stunned.
"What! Brother Wei really doesn't want this magic weapon!" The Confucian man shouted with joy.
You must know that he is the weakest in cultivation here. If no one is willing to give in, he may really have no chance with this magic weapon.
"Brother Wei, are you serious about what you said? That is a magic weapon!" Zhou Yin was stunned for a moment and asked suspiciously.
"What does the magic weapon mean? Have you forgotten that if my magic weapon is fully cultivated, its power will not be much worse than this magic weapon, and it will be easier to use than the magic weapon." The man in black robe glanced at Zhou Yin with disdain.
, said proudly.
"Ouch! I forgot about the magic weapon that Brother Wei practiced. Okay! Since Brother Wei is willing to give up the magic weapon, we won't say anything more. In addition to these magic weapons, the rest of the elixirs and some materials belong to
Brother Wei! But of course these are not worth a magic weapon, so let's put on a top-level magic weapon each." Zhou Yin's face showed ecstasy, and as soon as the light emerged, it turned into a bronze mirror.
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"Brother Zhou is right!"
The Confucian scholar man and the tall man with a beard were naturally happy, and with joy on their faces they called out the magic weapon that they had just put into the storage bag.
"Well, since you are so sincere, I can't shirk it." The man in black robe said nonchalantly. He grabbed all the magic weapons and elixirs with his five fingers and sucked them in.
"Okay, if that's the case, then I'll accept this Ruyu old man." A glimmer of light flashed in Zhou Yin's eyes, and he couldn't wait to grab a handful of Ruyi in the air.
"This sword belongs to me." Just after Zhou Yin took Ruyi away, the tall man with a beard appeared in the sky and pocketed the cyan sword.
There was a trace of anger on the face of the Confucian man, and a ray of light rolled up the remaining gold pen, pulled it back in front of him, and stroked the gold pen happily.
After the four people distributed the treasures, they enjoyed the things they had obtained.
Dongfang Zimo, who was standing aside, had been staring at the corpse, but suddenly he looked towards the bearded man with a raised eyebrow.
The man in black robe took advantage of the bearded man's relaxation, stretched out his sharp claws and directly broke the opponent's aura protection.
The bearded man immediately reacted from his joy, but it was too late. The sharp claws directly tore off the man's head.
The big man with a sharp beard didn't even have time to scream, and he died in the hands of the man in black robes in a confused manner.
After the man in black robe killed the big man with a beard, his pupils glowed, he opened his mouth and sucked on the headless corpse in his hand, sucking out the man's soul.
After the soul left the body, it wanted to escape from this place with a panicked look on its face, but was frozen in place by a force and unable to move.
Then a strange black flag appeared in the air, and the black air swelled and sucked the soul into the flag.
"Brother Wei, what are you doing!" Zhou Yin saw this scene and shouted angrily.
"Hehe! As expected of a soul in the middle stage of foundation building, the power of my ghost flag has increased a lot." The man in black robe ignored Zhou Yin and muttered to himself with a strange look on his face.
"No! Get out of the way!" Yang Chen suddenly shouted loudly.
Zhou Yin, whose face was full of shock, looked back and saw that the corpse that had been sitting cross-legged in the corner appeared behind the Confucian man at some unknown time, and pierced the Confucian man's chest with one palm.
Zhou Yin was a little dumbfounded and looked at the corpse at a loss.
For some reason, this corpse actually exuded an extremely powerful aura, and even Zhou Yin was shocked by this aura.
The two dark skull eyes suddenly glowed with red light, staring coldly at the scholarly man.
"Brother Zhou, please save me!" The Confucian man wailed in pain and looked at Zhou Yin with sad eyes. At this moment, his clothes were already soaked in blood.
"Damn evil beast!" Zhou Yin heard the words, his face turned frightened, and he shouted angrily.
The white jade Ruyi was sacrificed by Zhou Yin, and it shot out a ray of light as soon as it rolled around.
Although this magic weapon has not been refined by Zhou Yin, even an ordinary blow makes him, a late-stage foundation builder, dare not resist.
The corpse looked at the light, and with just a wave of one hand, a black energy swallowed up the light.
"What!" Zhou Yin couldn't help shouting when he saw this, his face was full of fear, and his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.
To be able to receive a blow from a magic weapon without any problems, this person must have a cultivation level of Golden elixir or above.
"Why are you still standing there, let's go!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Chen shouted coldly.
Dongfang Zimo came back to his senses and was about to escape from this place when the corpse made a suffocating sound.
"Don't even think about running away! Block their way!"
The sound was extremely harsh, but it was made by this skeleton.
I saw a dark shadow flashing past, and the way out was blocked by a man in black robe.
At this moment, the Confucian man let out a heartbreaking scream.
The corpse used some secret technique to extract the blood of the Confucian man.
The screams only lasted for less than a moment, and a skinny corpse lay on the ground.
After the blood of the Confucian man was extracted from the corpse, the blood rolled over the bones, and it actually grew a body of flesh and blood.
Not long after, a strange man appeared in front of everyone.
The man turned his neck and limbs stiffly, and after looking down at himself, a surge of black energy enveloped him.
When the black energy dissipated, the man was wearing a black robe embroidered with golden patterns.