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Song Shuhang squatted down and smashed a piece of armor.

It is obvious that he saw the blood constitute this blood armor, but the armor fragments, apart from the color, have nothing to do with blood – this is alchemy!

Book Air feels that this thing is very interesting, so he asked: "The butterfly butterfly predecessors, are these fragments useful?"

"It’s useless. After it’s broken, the strange energy contained in it completely dissipates, and there is no research value.” The sacred butterfly replied casually.

"Oh, how many pieces do I have?" Song Shuhang bounced the piece of armor in the bullet and made a crisp sound.

Lingdie Zun said with a smile: "Little friends are free."

“Thank you for your predecessors.” So, Song Shuhang picked up four large pieces of armor and tried to load them into the ‘one-inch shrinking bag’. Because the armor has been broken, the mysterious power inside has dissipated, and Song Shuhang successfully put them into the 'one inch shrink bag'.

The spirit butterfly sages secretly looked at Song Shuhang’s one-inch shrink bag.

Is it a cute rabbit? More cute than Yukoko. The Sayādaw recalls the shape of women's clothing before Song Shuhang... This Song Shuhang small friend, from a certain point of view, really is very reassuring!

The spirit butterfly sages are in a good mood: "Sit firmly, then we go to find a white friend."

The cloud magic weapon speeded up and flew toward the underground cavern of ‘Mr.’.

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At this time, Huangshan Zhenjun's palace magic.

The friends of the 'Jiuzhou No.1 Group' are still sharing their experiences after brushing the 'Bloody Devil'. Unconsciously, the ‘On the Vision is re-formed.

When the exchanges of the friends and the friends were happy, Huang Shanzheng quietly left the crowd.

He cautiously went to a room on the upper floor of the palace. There, there was a poor little friend who was shackled by the black shackles, and the lychee fairy was mistaken for black scorpion, and Deng Yima, who was smashed by the lychee fairy.

Huangshan Zhenjun pushed in.

Deng Yi Ma Dao is a reluctant face, he was sealed with the strength of a body, tied and thrown on the bed. He still refuses to believe that the 荔 荔 仙 仙 ’ ’ 当 当 当 当 会 会 卦 卦 卦 —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— ——

In his heart, none of these guys are good people.

Especially when I saw Huangshan’s sneaky look, Deng Yima’s heart was a little uneasy. What did this guy want to do?

"Deng Yi Ma Daoyou, don't be nervous. This seat is Huangshan Zhenjun, I believe you should have heard of this seat?" Huangshan Zhenjun pulled a chair and sat down, the road - the real king in the Chinese monk world is also considered to be The number of characters, even the fairy banquet of Xue Xianji will not be missing his guest every time.

Deng Yima looked at Huangshan Zhenjun - it seems that it is similar to the legendary 'Huangshan predecessor'?

"I don't know what the real king is looking for me?" Deng Yi sang out, although he was not sure whether the other party was 'Huangshan Zhenjun', but the strength of the other side was there, and it was a powerful true monarch.

Huang Shanzheng smiled and said: "This seat wants to know, how much is left of the projectile that Xiaoyou got from the "Black Tiger Secret"?"

"Well?" Deng Yima looked at the eyes of Huangshan Zhenjun.

Huangshan Zhenjun said: "This seat is very interested in your projectiles. So if you have the meaning of selling, just open a price."

"I really want to buy some of my projectiles? There are a total of six, I used one for the experiment, I used one before, and four." Deng Yima is a man of the same style - he is long Holding a baby face.

Huangshan Zhenjun asked: "It seems that Taoist friends have plans to trade them? So do you have a psychological price? Can you report it?"

"I told you in advance, the price I want is very high." Deng Yi sang out - the price is low, he can not sell it.

"Daoyou said that it is no problem, buying and selling is what you want to be. I can rest assured that even if the price is very high, I will not buy strong and strong." Huangshan really comforted.

"Then I said, I want 100,000 five spirits!" Deng Yima bite.

According to the quantity and purity of the spiritual power contained in it, Lingshi corresponds to the rank of the monk and is divided into nine grades. In general, what level of monk uses the highest level of spiritual practice is the best, without waste.

This price, of course, is no more than the entire body that Deng Yima consumes. However, he can also make up for his losses at a minimum, and he can have enough money to buy a suitable flying sword, instead of riding a 'Superman' flight.

However, this price is still high and outrageous - know that at the time, when he was in the martial art, others would only be willing to pay 10,000 Lingshi to buy five projectiles.

"The price is reasonable." Huangshan Zhenjun nodded: "So, let us pay the loan in one hand!"

Zhenjun’s recent special financial situation is thick... Not long ago, Huangshan Zhenjun’s person found a Lingshi vein on a certain satellite, and the purity is still very high.

Seeing the other side so refreshing, Deng Yima is somewhat aggressive - look at it, it seems that he has more points to the Lingshi, the other party will agree!

Did I sell a loss? These few projectiles are really treasures?

Just... Since the price has already been reported for export, it is very embarrassing to repent. If you annoy the true man in front of you, if the other party doesn't buy it, would he have to keep four bullets to drink the northwest wind?

"The deal!" Deng Yima tried hard: "Please ask Huangshan seniors to loosen me!"

Huangshan Zhenjun was so happy that he was tied to Deng Yi Ma Song and untied the spiritual seal on him.

The two handed the money in one hand, delivered in one hand, and the transaction was pleasant.

"Deng Daoyou is really a refreshing person." After Huangshan Zhenjun put away four projectiles, he took out a very good four-product flying sword from the sleeve and handed it to Deng Yima: "I heard Liu Longdao's friend mentioned, Deng Daoyou There are some minor problems with your mobility tools. I have a good flying sword here, and I will give it to my friends."

Deng Yima took the flying sword with gratitude, and then he said to Huangshan Zhenjun.

Before leaving, Deng Yi Ma Daoyou also asked the address of the Pharmacist Taoist from Huangshan Zhenjunkou.

It seems that his next stop is the ‘pharmacist’s friend’.

Huangshan Zhenjun holds four projectiles - if he does not guess wrong, these four projectiles may contain the "power of time", which is invaluable.

After some time, I would like to ask the predecessors of the group to gather together and study the four projectiles.

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It is within the melting hole of the Chu family one hundred miles away.

‘Mr.’ once again carefully smeared the blood of the “Chu disciples” on four scrolls.

Sure enough, the four pictures flashed again with dazzling light!

"The secret in the scroll is absolutely related to the blood of the Chu disciples. But how do you solve the secret inside?" Mr. distressed.

The gentleman only knows that the key to the longevity secret is hidden in these four paintings.

But he can be sure that the key is not the "Swordsman" that Chu family has learned!

That key should be something more 'substantial'.

Thinking about it, suddenly... above the melt hole, it’s fried!

what happened?

The gentleman looked up in surprise and looked at the explosion at the top of his head.

Later, he saw a figure like a fairy, landing from the top of the cave.

That figure is so perfect that it can't be described in words. Anyway, ‘Mr.’ is just right to put all the vocabulary words about ‘perfect, beautiful, handsome, handsome’ and so on in his mind.

Perhaps it is because this figure is too perfect? Or the body of this figure has a strong affinity.

I knew that the other party had blown up the melt hole, but the gentleman couldn’t afford to be vigilant.

In the end, the figure slowly landed and stayed in the void.

He does not borrow any strength and he is vacant.

"Hey? Is it finally here?" The white lord smashed his hand, and then his eyes fell on the four pictures of Mr. and his side - yes, it is!

"This predecessor, may I ask if there is anything to visit my Dongfu?" The gentleman gave a white ceremony to the white lord. He finally regained his sense of reason, and he quietly mobilized the power of the blood pool behind him.

Be ready to attack each other.

"Ah, this is the case." The White Zun coughed and explained: "Because of one of my runes' mistakes, so... Congratulations, I gathered the four "Swordsman" scrolls from Chu. After collecting the pictures, I will summon me!"

Mr:"……"

What is this mess?

The white lord said again: "Then, after summoning me, I will take these four pictures."

“Impossible!” Mr. screamed and slammed into the four scrolls while mobilizing the blood pool to prepare to attack the White Savior. He shouted: “They belong to me, I won’t let anyone take them. band……"

Snapped!

A 800-pound slap in the face of his face... The gentleman only felt his body floated up, swaying in the clouds, turning freely in the air for 32 weeks and a half... and finally hit the wall of the cave.

What happened just now? He did not see how the other party shot!

Then, the gentleman saw the white figure reaching out and collecting the four scrolls, and then re-floating the void - damn, damn, he finally got the picture of the hand, so he was taken away!

"So, goodbye to the Taoist friend." The white lord waved to Mr. and was preparing to leave the cave.

But when it rose two meters, the white lord suddenly had a meal.

His gaze fell on the side of the smashing black dragon on the edge of the cave - oh, good exquisite!

Looks like, how do you look good?

Then, the white lord descended from the void and reached the edge of the black dragon.

"Can I remove it?" White Zun looked to the gentleman.

But before he even answered the other party, Bai Zun suddenly said to himself: "Forget it, I don't have to ask him, anyway, it is not a friend."