Song Shuhang squatted down and picked up a piece of fragments of his armor.

He clearly saw with his own eyes that blood constituted this blood armor, but the fragments of the armor had nothing to do with blood except for their color - this was simply alchemy!

Shuhang felt that this thing was very interesting, so he asked, "Senior Lingdie, are these fragments useful?"

"It's useless. After it is broken, the strange energy contained in it completely dissipates and has no research value." The Spirit Butterfly Master replied casually.

"Oh, then can I pick up a few pieces?" Song Shuhang blasted the fragment of armor in his hand, making a crisp sound.

The Spirit Butterfly Master smiled and said, "Young friend, please do whatever you want."

"Thank you, senior." So Song Shuhang picked four large pieces of armor fragments and tried to put them into the "Inch Shrinking Bag". Because the armor had been broken and the mysterious power inside had dissipated, Song Shuhang successfully loaded them into the "Inch Shrinking Bag".

The Spirit Butterfly Venerable looked at Song Shuhang's shrinking bag in an inch.

It turned out to be a cute rabbit-shaped one? It is much more cute than Yu Rouko's. The Venerable recalled Song Shuhang's previous women's clothing form... From a certain perspective, this little friend Song Shuhang is indeed very reassuring!

The Spirit Butterfly Master was in a good mood: "I'll sit firmly, let's go to find fellow Taoist Bai next."

Caiyun Magical Weapon accelerated and flew towards the underground melting hole of "Mr.".

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At this time, Huangshan Zhenjun’s palace magic weapon.

The fellow Taoists from the "Jiuzhou No. 1 Group" were still communicating their experiences after brushing the "Blood Demon", and the "Discussion of Taoism" unknowingly took shape again.

While the exchanges among the fellow Taoists were so happy, the True Lord of Huangshan quietly left the crowd.

He carefully walked to a room up the palace building. There, he imprisoned a poor fellow Taoist, who was ruined by Hei Gua, and mistakenly thought Litchi Fairy for Hei Gua and beaten up by Litchi Fairy.

The True Lord of Huangshan pushed the door open and entered.

Fellow Daoist Deng Yima was stubborn. He was sealed with strength and tied to the bed. He still refused to believe that the "Lychee Fairy" he saw at the time would be "disguised" by the Tonggua Immortal Master - how could there be such a great disguisation technique in this world?

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

Especially when he saw the sneaky look of Huangshan Zhenjun, Deng Yima felt a little uneasy. What does this guy want to do?

"Fellow Daoist Deng Yima, don't be nervous. I believe you have heard of me, True Lord Huangshan, right?" True Lord Huangshan pulled a chair and sat down, saying, "True Lord is a big figure in the Chinese monk world, and even the fairy food banquet of Xue Xianji will not miss him, his distinguished guest.

Deng Yima glanced at the True Lord of Huangshan - it seemed that it was really similar to the legendary "Senior Huangshan"?

"I wonder what the True Lord is looking for me?" Deng Yima said. Although she was not sure whether the other party was the "True Lord Huangshan", the other party's strength was there, and she was undoubtedly a powerful True Lord.

The True Lord of Huangshan smiled and said, "I want to know how many projectiles I have obtained from that 'Black Tiger Secret Realm'?"

"Huh?" Deng Yima looked at the True Lord Huangshan in confusion.

Huangshan Zhenjun said: "I am very interested in your projectiles. So, if you have the intention to sell them, please offer a price."

"The True Lord wants to buy the few projectiles I have? There were originally six of them in total. I used one in experiment, and another one before, and four more." Deng Yima is a man who is consistent in appearance - he has a baby face.

True Lord Huangshan asked: "It seems that fellow Taoists have planned to trade them. So do fellow Taoists have psychological prices? Why don't you report a count?"

"I told you in advance that the price I want is very high." Deng Yima said, the price is low, he will not sell it.

"Fellow Daoist, it's okay. Trading is something you want. Don't worry, even if the price is very high, I won't force it to buy and sell it." Huangshan Zhenjun comforted.

"Then I'll say, I want a fifth-grade spirit stone worth 100,000!" Deng Yima gritted her teeth.

The spirit stones are divided into nine grades according to the amount and purity of the spiritual power contained in it, corresponding to the level of the cultivator. Generally speaking, which level of cultivator uses which level of spiritual stone is the best to practice, and will not cause waste.

Of course, this price is not as good as all the wealth consumed by Deng Yima... but it can also make up for his losses to the minimum, and you can still have the money to buy a suitable flying sword without having to fly around on the "Superman".

However, the price is still ridiculously high - you know that when he was in the sect, others were only willing to pay 10,000 spirit stones to buy five bullets.

"The price is reasonable." Huangshan Zhenjun nodded and said, "Then, let's pay the money and the loan at the same time!"

Zhenjun has been very rich recently... Not long ago, Zhenjun from Huangshan, the people found a spirit stone vein on a satellite, which is very purity.

Seeing that the other party was so happy, Deng Yima was a little confused - looking at his appearance, it seemed that no matter how many spirit stones he wanted, the other party would agree!

Did I lose money by selling it? These bullets are really treasures?

But... since the price has been reported, I feel embarrassed if I regret it. If I annoy the true lord in front of me and the other party doesn't buy it, would he have to keep four projectiles and drink the Northwest Wind?

"Trade!" Deng Yima said vigorously: "Please loosen my ties for me with Senior Huangshan!"

True Lord Huangshan happily untied Deng Yima's ties and untied the seal of spiritual power on his body.

The two of them hand in hand in hand in hand and the goods in the other hand in hand, and the transaction is pleasant.

"Fellow Daoist Deng is such a cheerful person." After putting away the four projectiles, Master Huangshan took out a very good fourth-grade flying sword from his sleeve and handed it to Deng Yima: "I heard from fellow Taoist Liu Long mentioned that Fellow Daoist Deng, you have some minor problems with your transportation tools. I happen to have a flying sword with good speed here, so I will give it to fellow Taoist for transportation."

Deng Yima took the flying sword gratefully, and then he said goodbye to the True Lord Huangshan.

Before leaving - Fellow Daoist Deng Yima asked the address of "Fellow Daoist Medicine Master" from the address of Zhenjun Huangshan.

It seems that his next stop is the "Medical Master Daoist".

True Lord Huangshan was holding four projectiles - if he guessed correctly, these four projectiles may contain the "power of time", which is a priceless treasure.

After some time, I have to ask the venerable seniors in the group to gather together and study these four projectiles carefully.

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In the molten cave one hundred miles away from the Chu family.

"Mr." carefully wiped some blood from the "Chun Family Disciples" on the four scrolls again.

Sure enough, dazzling light flashed again on the four scrolls!

"The secret in the scroll is definitely related to the blood of the Chu disciples. But how should we solve the secret inside?" the gentleman said distressedly.

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

But he was sure that the key was not the "Sword Art" that the Chu family understood!

That key should be something more ‘substantive’.

While thinking, suddenly... the top of the melting hole exploded!

What's going on?

The gentleman raised his head in surprise and looked at the explosion above his head.

Then, he saw a figure like an immortal landing from the top of the melting cave.

The figure was so perfect that it could not be described in words. Anyway, as long as the "sir" put all the adjectives in his mind about "perfect, beautiful, handsome, handsome, etc., on this figure, it would be correct.

Perhaps it is because this figure is too perfect? ​​Or maybe this figure has a strong affinity.

He knew that the other party had exploded a molten hole, but the gentleman couldn't feel vigilant.

Finally, the figure slowly landed and stayed in the void.

He does not rely on any power and steps on the void.

"Huh? Finally arrived?" Venerable Bai shook his hand, and then his eyes fell on the four scrolls beside him - That's right, it's here!

"Senior, is there anything wrong with visiting my cave?" The gentleman bowed to Master Bai. He finally restored his sanity. At the same time, he quietly mobilized the power of the blood pool behind him.

Always be ready to attack the opponent.

"Ah, that's it." Venerable Bai coughed and explained: "Because one of my runes was wrong, so...congratulations, I have collected all four "Sword Art" scrolls from the Chu family. Once I have collected all the scrolls, I will be summoned!"

gentlemen:"……"

What kind of mess is this?

Venerable Bai said again: "Then, after summoning me over, I will take these four scrolls away."

"Impossible!" The gentleman roared and pounced on the four scrolls. At the same time, while mobilizing the power of the blood pool to attack Master Bai, he shouted: "They belong to me, and I will not let anyone take them..."

Bang!

An 800-pound slap hit his face... The gentleman only felt his body floating up, flying in the clouds and fog, freely rotating in the air for 32 and a half weeks... Finally, he hit the wall of the molten hole.

What happened just now? He didn't see how the other party took action at all!

Immediately afterwards, the gentleman saw the figure in white and stretched out his hand to put away the four scrolls, and then floated into the void again - Damn, the scroll he had finally got was snatched away by someone!

"So, goodbye fellow Taoist." Venerable Bai waved to the gentleman, preparing to leave the molten hole.

But when he had just risen two meters, Master Bai suddenly stopped.

His eyes fell on the 'puppet black dragon' next to the molten hole - Oh, what an exquisite puppet!

It looks easy to disassemble?

So, Venerable Bai landed from the void and squatted to the edge of the puppet black dragon.

"Can I remove it?" Master Bai looked at the gentleman.
Chapter completed!