Over there, Master Luo Yan glanced at Lang Fei and said with a sullen face: "Since you are not here for this handsome boy, old witch, why did you choose this opportunity to interrupt our fight?
If you are here just to reminisce about old times, I advise you to step aside and wait for me to capture that boy. Visit and download the txt novel and we can chat again."
Fairy Hua Ming glanced sideways at Lang Fei, raised her eyebrows slightly, and gave her an extremely charming look. She chuckled and said, "I'm indeed not here for his people, but for the things on his wrists."
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"Huh?" Master Luo Yan took a glance and found that Lang Fei was wearing an emerald green jade bracelet with two peaks engraved on his wrist. "Kunshan bracelet? It turns out that everything belonging to Master Leng Sha really belongs to this boy.
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"Hahaha, Fairy Hua Ming, you have made a good calculation, but you are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue. I am the one who took advantage of that kid. Why should I give up all his wealth? I think I am made of porcelain.
I'm a fool, can't I be at your mercy?"
Hearing this, Fairy Hua Ming was not annoyed. A touch of red cloud passed over her fragrant cheeks. She smiled and said: "Senior Brother Luo Yan, look at what you said. Your Heavenly Demon Sect and my Heavenly Demon Sect have had a good relationship for thousands of years. I
How can I deceive you and take something from you? I just make sure you don’t suffer any loss."
"Oh?" Master Luo Yan grinned. "If you don't suffer a loss? Is it possible that you can still take advantage?"
"Exactly!" Fairy Hua Ming nodded and replied: "Senior Brother, as long as you part with the 'Kunshan Bracelet', my Heavenly Demon Sect, like the Heavenly Ghost Sect, will help you with 30% of your supplies."
When Master Luo Yan heard about it, he was really surprised. The 30% of the supplies from the Tiangui Sect came to this point in a hurry, but the Tianmo Sect actually delivered them to the door themselves. Although Lang Fei killed Heisha Shang one after another
Ren and Master Lengsha, there must be a large amount of rare materials in the Kunshan bracelet. But even so, it cannot be equivalent to the eleven that Master Qingjun just requested. If it can be exchanged for 30% of the material support of Tianmo Sect,
Coupled with Tiangui Sect's 30%, he has reduced his own losses by half at once. In this way, Cheng can be said to have made a huge contribution.
But on the other hand, I am somewhat puzzled. Fairy Hua Ming has never been a master who is willing to suffer losses. She definitely has her own considerations in doing this. But no matter how much Master Luo Yan thinks about it, she can't guess what Lang Fei wants.
What is there in the Kunshan bracelet that caught her eye, so much so that she was willing to exchange 30% of the goods for it.
Unable to think of a reason, Master Luo Yan turned his head and glanced at Master Yao Yan, and when he saw him slightly nodding his head, he decided on a delaying plan. Since we have this opportunity, why not agree to Fairy Hua Ming's transaction request first?
, after capturing that kid, the Kunshan bracelet must be passed through by oneself first. By then it will be clear what is inside, and it is not up to oneself to decide whether to trade or not.
With these thoughts in his mind, Master Luo Yan put on a smile. "Okay, then let's make it a deal!"
"It's a deal..." Fairy Hua Ming said with a half-smiling expression on her face, nodded.
"Hey...this pair of old guys, by talking to themselves, don't they regard me as a lamb to be slaughtered?" Lang Fei looked on coldly, not trying to point out their lies, and just kept silent.
Yu, staring at the two of them with amusement as if they were looking at clowns.
When Master Luo Yan turned his head, he happened to see this boy's strange face. His face suddenly changed and he said coldly: "Boy, what are you looking at? I've allowed you to be free for so long! Look at me taking care of you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ten blood lines on his fingertips that had been brewing for a long time shot out like sharp arrows that had been stretched for a long time, dragging long rainbows.
Facing Master Luo Yan's sharp blow, Lang Fei's face showed no sadness or joy. His palms that had long been formed with the Yimu Seal flexed forward and shouted "Ji!" Except for the color, they were almost identical in shape.
A streak of purple-green thunder pierced the sky, making every detail visible within a ten-foot radius. Then, under the gaze of everyone outside the field, the magical powers of both sides collided with each other with a "crack" sound.
In terms of the power of magical powers alone, Ji Lei Mountain cannot be compared with the Heavenly Demon Sect. But the bad thing is that the energy in Lang Fei's body is not comparable to the true energy in the body of a Shinto monk. The purple and green thunder collided with the blood line
, turned out to be as powerful as water and fire, and after a moment of entanglement, they both disappeared without a trace, leaving only a little residual fluorescence between the sky and the earth covered by dark clouds, reflecting on the turbulent sea.
Seeing such a result, Master Luo Yan was slightly stunned. He never expected that Lang Fei could block his own blow. Although this finger-circling and soft move was not done with all his strength, it was only used to find out the opponent's weakness, but he was precious.
As a Qi-Transforming Immortal, even a casual attack cannot be blocked by ordinary refining monks. The boy on the other side was showing an annoyed expression and seemed to be very dissatisfied with the result. I didn't see him releasing that
Bird, on his own and using such a mediocre technique, could actually be on par with his own finger-twirling technique. This... how can there be such an unreasonable thing in this world!
How did Master Luo Yan know that Lang Fei could block Master Heisha's charged blow when he was in the early stage of Yuan Dan? Let alone now that he has advanced to the late stage of Yuan Dan. Not to mention his test blow, even if he used all his strength
Why, Lang Fei asked himself if he could block it safely.
When the attack failed, Master Luo Yan opened his eyes angrily, looked back at Fairy Hua Ming who was standing with a smile, and without saying anything, he just raised his hand slightly, with his palm facing Lang Fei, and shouted: "Get up."
Suddenly, the vitality of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred feet was seen rolling back to the left and right of his body, and then was contaminated by a wisp of vermillion true energy sprayed from his palm, which turned into a blood cloud for a while, following the direction of the wind, flying towards Lang Fei rapidly.
Come.
"Hmph! One stroke moves the world, two strokes frighten the ghosts and gods, three strokes level the world, four strokes save the people..." At some point, Lang Fei had a pen nearly ten feet long in his hand. The barrel of the pen was navy blue, the tip of the pen was moon white, and the end of the pen was white.
There are also orange-yellow Feixuesui's big brushes, following his curses. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes... Above the sea, under the outline of Ruiyun Feiwen's brush, a colorful cloud of clouds
The constructed character 'break' was about to emerge from the roaring wind like muffled thunder.
After a while, a cloud of blood came, swallowing up the word "Po" that was full of flowing clouds, and then continued to rush towards Lang.
Seeing this, there was no trace of panic in Lang Fei's eyes. When the blood cloud spread to three feet in front of him, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. His silver teeth opened and closed, and he gently spit out the word "kai".
As soon as the words fell, the blood cloud suddenly stopped. Immediately afterwards, the blood cloud stretching for tens of meters seemed to have swallowed something indigestible. The center position expanded several times in succession, and then again
Shrinking sharply. After three breaths of calm, colorful smoke suddenly flowed from the surface of the blood cloud, followed by one, two, three,... countless rays of radiant light pierced the blood cloud, and some soared into the sky.
, straight into the dark clouds. Some of them shoot onto the sea surface, reflecting the colorful waves on the sea surface, exquisite and clear. It is like a dream, like a jade pool with thousands of stacks, and like the dancing light of the sea of clouds.
After a while, everyone outside the venue felt a blur in front of their eyes. Where the smoke disappeared, the blood cloud had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the word "Bro" shining faintly against the drifting clouds on the ocean surface.
At this time, Lang Fei nodded with satisfaction, grasped three inches below the tip of the pen with one hand, stood upright, and said with a laugh: "Old Luo Yan, Haikou boasts a lot, but he didn't expect it to be an embroidered pillow.
You may have a good appearance, but it’s all gold and jade on the outside and ruined inside!”
Master Luo Yan heard that he was so angry in his heart. This boy has such a sharp tooth and a sharp mouth. The magical power he just used has a name, called "Thousands of Blood Evils". In terms of power, it is comparable to the Yao Yao just now.
Zhi Rou was more than twice as strong as he was. He thought that this move would definitely make the thief boy on the other side look disgraced. But he didn't think about it and didn't even think about it. Instead of using his magical power, he pulled out Master Leng Sha's special magic weapon.
Ruiyun Feiwen pen of the same quality came. In this way, he really broke his magical power.
After missing twice in a row, Master Luo Yan felt a little confused. When he turned around to look again, he saw that the smile on Fairy Hua Ming's face had disappeared, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
On the contrary, Master Xue Sha of Tiangui Sect had a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he was looking at himself with some schadenfreude. In the blink of an eye, he looked at Master Yao Yan behind him, but he saw that his face was gloomy at this moment, and he was squinting.
Sitting on the top of the head of the "Red Bone Refining Demon", Master Luo Yan was deeply moved by the "Blood Bottle" held between his two fingers.
You know, this is his usual behavior when he is impatient.
"We can't go on like this." Master Luo Yan made up his mind at this moment. On the other hand, Lang Fei supported the penholder with one palm and spun it around, sighing in his heart that Master Leng Sha was a member of the Demon Sect, but he didn't know where to find it.
He found such a righteous Taoist magic weapon. Thinking of this, he felt that it was time to counterattack, so he lightly lifted Ruiyun Feiwen and pointed it at Master Luo Yan. "It is disrespectful to come and not return, Mr. Luo Yan, you also
Give me a blow." As he spoke, he twirled his pen and drew a swastika in a smooth motion.
The rays of light pierced the gloom. At this moment, the dark clouds were like rainbows all over the sky. It was really a bright and colorful sky!
The colorful rays of light shone on Master Luo Yan's gloomy cheeks. Two lines of cold light as sharp as knives shot out from his slightly narrowed eyes. The swastika triggered a hundred-foot sea wave, which was as strong as the top of Mount Tai and rolled towards Master Luo Yan.
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"Humph, I kid is bullying me like this. If I don't use some ruthless means, I won't let the Ghost Sect look down on me that day!" After saying this, Master Luo Yan showed a ruthless look on his face and raised his hands.
He hid it behind his sleeve and turned it over, and in a blink of an eye, a black-backed pocket-sized Fengming knife appeared, which was about thirteen inches long and as thin as a willow leaf, with a cold light shining on the blade.
"Boy, look at my 'Thirteen Ghosts Seeing Sorrow', which breaks your magical power!" As he said this, he swiped the sword of his right hand forward, giving instructions to Lang Fei, but he secretly used a cunning trick to lift the green hoop from his waist with his left hand.
He took out a talisman from the belt that was only as long as his thumb and as wide as his little finger.