"If this is what you call reliance, then what will greet you next is despair!"
The moment the words were spoken, Chen Feng's whole body was filled with aura, and the blue short spear in his hand rushed into the air between Gu Junlin and the magic medicine pestle!
Whoosh!
A blue bolt several feet long passed through the sky, and its extremely fierce momentum seemed to open a hole in the void.
In fact, the blue short spear mixed with the power of Hanxuan Bingyan does have this ability.
Whether it's aura, coercion, or invisible consciousness, it can all be cut off with one force.
For example, right now, as the blue horse flashed past, there was a faint crashing sound.
Gu Junlin trembled, opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, making his already ugly face even more gloomy.
The magic medicine pestle that was falling rapidly from the sky also swayed, and its huge shape shrank sharply, changing into its original appearance in the blink of an eye.
The pale golden brilliance emitted from it disappeared without a trace at the same time, causing Chen Feng to relax and jump up to grab it in his hand.
"How dare you, surnamed Chen?"
Gu Junlin had just come back to his senses when he saw this scene. His chest felt tight and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again. His whole body was about to explode.
This attack was thought to be a sure win, but I never expected that it would be cracked by the opponent so easily.
It was just that he had cracked the attack, but having the key magic medicine pestle taken away was absolutely unbearable for him.
This thing is not only a sharp weapon against the enemy, but also represents a great honor because it was given by the master himself.
Now that he was snatched away in public, how should he explain when he returns to the sect in the future?
"Don't get excited, this thing is too ugly, Grandpa, I don't care about it!"
Chen Feng held the magic medicine pestle in his hand and looked up and down for a few times. He felt that the word "ugly" was so ugly that he couldn't help but shake his head, not showing any interest at all.
"Return the things and let this matter go, otherwise you will be killed on the spot today!"
Gu Junlin gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step, his expression full of madness and resentment, as if he had lost his mind.
"Don't worry, even if grandpa doesn't like it, he won't give it back to you. Just give up. You have said you want to kill me a thousand times. Are you sure you can do it?"
Chen Feng remained calm, playing with the magical medicine pestle in his hand and shaking his head, seemingly troubled.
"This thing looks unpleasant and brings trouble, why not melt it and refine other items later!"
As he spoke, a blue flame rose from his hand and enveloped the magic medicine pestle.
"Chen Feng, I swear that I am not at odds with you!"
Seeing this scene, Gu Junlin's eyes were about to burst, and his eyes turned blood red because of his extreme anger.
"Child Chen Feng, if you dare to destroy the magic medicine pestle, the Xuanyi Sect will fight you to the death!"
Ebi, who was in the distance, looked at this scene, his face also changed drastically, and he let out an angry shout.
If Duan Xinhun hadn't been watching from the side, he might have rushed up.
The things given by the master personally are equivalent to tokens, which completely represent the face. If the magic medicine is destroyed, it will undoubtedly slap the master in the face.
More importantly, this object is not only a weapon, but also a symbol!
The Xuanyi sect takes medicine as its approach and regards medicine as the most important. The medicine pestle is an indispensable tool.
It is said that the magic pestle in front of you was the first head of the Xuanyi sect who used it to make medicine.