Adventures of the Wanjie Predator

"Go!" Zhuo Yun let out a cold voice, Qianjun Zhu emitted a clear black light, and a flash of smoke quickly rose into the air, hitting the fine iron ring and leaving.

In the black light, there was faintly mixed with a faint Buddha light, which collided with the big iron ring in mid-air.

"Boom!" a loud sound came, and everyone saw that the fine iron ring was immediately smashed into pieces, and then shot out in five directions.

On the other hand, the black bead only flickered on the surface, and it was unscathed.

"Top magic weapon!"

Among the onlookers, there were many people with outstanding eyesight, and they were famous at a glance.

All the cultivators were in an uproar, one was that Senior Uncle Ye Xuanqing, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, actually fell into disadvantage when facing a disciple in the Qi refining period, and the other was surprised that Zhuo Yun was just an ordinary monk with a little-known name, and he could actually possess a top-level magic weapon.

At this time, no one realized that Zhuo Yun was already a monk in the foundation building period.

"Okay, good! Sure enough, after being a bereaved family, he has a lot of money. However, today I want you to understand that the gap between a Qi Refining Cultivator and a Foundation Building Cultivator is not something that can be easily made up by a magic weapon. "

Ye Xuanqing, who felt that he had lost face in front of all the monks, took out a white porcelain bottle from the storage bag in a hurry, threw it into the air, and said something in his mouth, pointing his right hand towards the mouth of the bottle, and said, "Take it!"

Pulled by his hand, the white porcelain vase that was originally rotating in the air suddenly turned downward, spewing out a white glow, and in the blink of an eye, the black beads were swept up, wrapped in the center, and wanted to pull back into the bottle.

Zhuo Yun sneered, and with a slight tap of his left hand, Qianjun Zhu seemed to have a root under his feet, firmly fixed in place, and formed a stalemate with the white glow. If it continues, it will become a competition of spiritual power.

Seeing this, Ye Xuanqing smiled proudly. In terms of spiritual power, he has an absolute advantage.

However, he didn't intend to go on like this, because that kind of victory would be too ugly. It does not conform to his noble status as a monk during the foundation period. What he wants is to defeat Zhuo Yun neatly! and leave Zhuo Yun with a lesson that he will never forget!

"Your current divine sense has no time for him to take care of, right? But your senior uncle and I still have sufficient divine consciousness and can easily activate other magic weapons! This time, I want to see what you can use to resist? This is the real insurmountable gap between the foundation building monk and the qi refining cultivator!"

Ye Xuanqing said proudly.

This time, there was no need for Zhuo Yun to sneer at each other, the corners of Nie Ying's mouth behind him were already twitching speechlessly.

Ye Xuanqing had just sacrificed a long knife with a blue blue, when he suddenly heard the sound of everyone gasping, and Wen Baifeng, who had been watching the battle closely, exclaimed: "Fu Bao! He is actually a monk in the foundation building period!"

When Ye Xuanqing heard this, he was almost shocked to break the connection between his mind and his mind!

He hurriedly looked to the opposite side, only to see that Zhuo Yun actually had the same spare strength to produce a gray light nearly two zhang long, in the shape of a giant sword, the brilliance was dazzling.

Sure enough, it's a rune treasure!

Ye Xuanqing's heart jumped, and when he looked at Zhuoyun's eyes that seemed to be smiling, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

But now, it is also difficult to ride a tiger.

If he retreated at this moment, there was no doubt that he would completely become a laughing stock in the Red Maple Valley, and he would never think of raising his head in front of fellow cultivators, or even low-level cultivators. The position of steward of the deacon's temple has not been related to him since then.

He rolled his eyes, and suddenly had an idea again, and hurriedly said loudly: "It turns out that you are already Senior Brother Zhuo, but you broke through the foundation building period without saying a word, and you didn't report it to Senior Brother Zhong, the head of the house, I think you must be harboring evil intentions for Red Maple Valley." Senior Brother Wen, you and I will strike together to take down this spy who infiltrated our Red Maple Valley!"

"Okay!" Wen Baifeng quickly understood Ye Xuanqing's intentions and was ready to make a move. He thinks that he is not equal to Ye Xuanqing's strength, and now that Ye Xuanqing can't defeat Zhuo Yun, then he obviously can't be alone.

"You are despicable and shameless!How could Zhuo Yun be a spy?" Nie Ying stopped in front of Zhuo Yun angrily, wanting to help him share some of the pressure.

"Senior Sister Nie, I advise you to step aside. Otherwise, it won't be good for the two of us to hurt you together. As for whether Zhuo Yun is a spy or not, wait for the two of us to take him down and torture him carefully! Wen Baifeng said with pity.

Nie Ying wanted to say something, but was pulled behind by Zhuo Yun: "One ant and two ants, for me, there is no difference in essence! "

After Zhuo Yun finished speaking, he suddenly took back the small gray sword rune treasure, and then offered a chestnut brown wooden fish with a large head with his backhand.

As soon as this wooden fish was sacrificed, the entire space was faintly depressed, and even the low-level monks present felt that it was difficult to breathe. And the appearance of the wooden fish is even more terrifying spiritual pressure fluctuations. Far better than the top-level magic weapons and rune treasures just now!

Ye Xuanqing and Wen Baifeng are both well-informed people, and when they saw the amazing vision of Muyu, the two of them were shocked, and blurted out in unison: "Magic weapon!"

However, Ye Xuanqing quickly said again: "Senior Brother Wen, don't be afraid. He's just playing tricks, and if he's not a Jindan stage cultivator, he can't drive the magic weapon!"

Hearing him say this, Wen Baifeng also remembered this, and his slightly flustered heart also stabilized.

"Oh, is it?" Zhuo Yun asked lightly, and at the same time took the mallet and slammed it in the direction where Ye Xuanqing and Wen Baifeng were.

After the Buddha's sacrifice of the Sutra, this wooden fish can no longer be regarded as a pure magic weapon. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is a Buddhist artifact. He was naturally able to use it.

The moment the gavel was struck, Zhuo Yun suddenly felt that all the spiritual energy in the dantian in his body was emptied. At the same time, an invisible sound wave came out of Muyu's mouth, and with lightning speed, it swept over Ye Xuanqing and Wen Baifeng, who had not yet had time to react.

The expressions on both of their faces froze.

After a while, Ye Xuanqing, who felt unharmed, suddenly laughed: "I'll just say it, it's really a trick!"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Baifeng on the other side pointed at him, revealing an extremely frightened look, and at the same time, he was also panicked to see that Wen Baifeng was up and down his body, and suddenly there were countless blood-colored spider web-like cracks, and later, he felt that his whole body was in severe pain, and slowly, he felt that the whole world was collapsing, and finally, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

The thick smell of blood suddenly permeated this area!

At this moment, all the monks were silent, staring at the two dead foundation building monks in the sect in a daze!

When I came back to my senses, I heard Zhuo Yun still complaining about something, it was too troublesome to use magic weapons, and it was not as simple and convenient as the ability. Nie Ying glared at him angrily, and said softly, "If you don't leave, do you have to wait for the high-level monks of Red Maple Valley to come and surround us?"

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