As soon as Han Zhonglin's words fell, hundreds of divine senses were probed at the same time, but fortunately, Han Zhonglin inevitably had extraneous branches, and attached a layer of Xuanyuan around his body in advance, isolating many investigations. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before the Six Imperial True Persons could reply, many onlookers had already begun to discuss.

"Tsk, there really is a master who dares to pull the tiger skin to play the banner, and I don't know where the monk came from to make a big fuss here!" A mocking voice came from a pane on the second floor.

Immediately after that, a voice said suspiciously: "A set of array flags is already a lot of money, let alone a whole set of magic flags!"

"It's going to be a good show again, I don't know what choice the six royal real people will make. ”

For a while, there were different opinions, and the strange thing was that the six royal real people still did not speak, as if they were waiting for something.

"It's really noisy!" An angry voice came from the third pane of Tianzi, "Whether the Demon Banner is true or not, Bai Lao Zhenren will naturally know after checking it!"

I saw Bingyun shake the golden bell a few times, and then looked at Han Zhonglin's herringbone five-picker pane, and the sound was like an echo in the hollow valley:

"Real people might as well take out the magic flag and have Bai Lao check it!"

"Good!"

Han Zhonglin raised his right arm, and a magic flag flew out of the sleeve of his robe, and then slowly stood on the round platform.

The moment the magic banner appeared on the round platform, the audience was surprisingly quiet, and the magic banner suddenly attracted the attention of all the monks.

Bai Lao walked quickly to the magic flag, and when he saw the unknown symbols and hideous patterns on the black flag, two rays of light suddenly bloomed in his cloudy eyes.

After a dozen breaths, Bai Lao slowly stroked his beard and nodded towards Bingyun.

After Bing Yun understood, he turned to say, "Since it is a set of magic flags, can a real person present the rest of the magic flags together?"

"Whoosh", "Whoosh", the five-pole magic flags flew out of Han Zhonglin's storage bag and all landed on the round platform.

"I didn't expect this person to really have a set of magic flags!"

"Where did the monk come from, did he kill the demons?"

While many monks were secretly speculating, Bai Lao couldn't wait to screen the remaining five magic flags one by one, and then said loudly: "After the old man's identification, this six-pole banner is really a set of high-grade magic weapons, and this pavilion is completely guaranteed!"

"In this case, the real person will exchange this set of magic flags with the 'Five Thunder Array Book', and Xiaoyou will definitely not suffer!"

As he spoke, a dark golden booklet flew from the Tianzi No. 6 pane to the round platform.

Bing Yun's eyebrows stretched, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "In this way, an exchange has been reached, after the meeting, the guests of the Six Imperial Real People and the Fifty Dignitaries can take their respective items, and the conference will continue!"

Two hours later, the barter session finally ended, and the Linglong Conference came to an end.

In the end, Bai Lao Zhenren hugged his fists and said: "Thank you to all the guests present today for their support to Linglong Pavilion, and look forward to meeting again next year." Later, a maid will lead the guests to the antechamber to retrieve the items.

After a while, Han Zhonglin was led to a quiet room by a maid, and after sitting for a while, the door of the quiet room opened again, Bai Xian'er walked in first, and then walked into a woman, when Han Zhonglin saw the woman behind him, he was slightly stunned, the woman with the veil was not Bingyun, who was it?

As soon as Bai Xian'er entered the quiet room, she smiled and congratulated: "Congratulations to the real person for the good harvest in the barter link, this ice steward came to hand over the items with the real person." ”

Han Zhonglin answered, and saw Bingyun approaching, with a dark gold booklet on the tray in his hand.

"This book of five thunder arrays also asks the real person to look at it, if the real person confirms that it is safe, it will be handed over, and the real person needs to pay an additional commission of 10%, the number of which is 2.5 million spirit stones. ”

Han Zhonglin only felt a faint body fragrance in his nose, and the voice was like whispering in his ears, his heart fluttered, and he almost lost his mind.

Fortunately, Han Zhonglin hid his face behind the mask, and Bingyun couldn't recognize Han Zhonglin.

Han Zhonglin took the dark gold booklet, and after finding that a simple ban was placed on the booklet, he directly put the gold booklet into the storage bag.

"This real person confirms that the formation book is correct. Han Zhonglin nodded.

After handing over the commission to Bai Xian'er, Han Zhonglin decided to leave the Void Capital directly and return to the Lost Immortal Sect as soon as possible.

As soon as he stepped out of the Linglong Pavilion, Han Zhonglin found that six or seven divine senses were inadvertently probed, and he immediately said in his heart: "It's not good, it seems that he has been targeted!"

Han Zhonglin's pace was not chaotic, and when he merged into the jade road, he found that there were still a few divine senses repeatedly probed, as if he wanted to determine something!"

Straight out of the west gate of the Void Capital, Han Zhonglin summoned the Cold Sky Sword and rushed straight to the Western Demon Domain.

Half an hour later, Han Zhonglin walked fifty miles away from the void capital, and three breaths suddenly appeared in the senses, and the three breaths came from different directions towards the note bag.

As soon as Han Zhonglin's thoughts turned, he glanced at the mountains and forests below, then put away the Cold Sky Sword and fell downward.

From the storage bag, a three-foot-wide round tray was taken out, which was none other than the Twelve Banner Plates.

Han Zhonglin took down the five-handled flags from the flags, and after a few flashes of his figure, he distributed the five-handled flags in one direction.

Immediately after, five clusters of Yuan Force flew out of Han Zhonglin's body and shot in the direction of the Five Banners. I heard Han Zhonglin silently reciting: "Five Elements Mystery Array, open!"

Listening to the sound of "hum", a translucent Yuan Force Cover slowly rose within a radius of two hundred zhang, and after more than a dozen breaths, the Yuan Force Cover gradually disappeared, replaced by a dense forest, and Han Zhonglin's figure also disappeared into the forest.

In less than half an hour, three sword lights galloped from afar and converged in mid-air, revealing three cyan figures.

A sharp-faced monk with two mousekers on his facial features said, "Big brother, second brother, why did that aura suddenly disappear here, is there a mistake in the news in the hall?"

"No way, maybe the monk noticed our tracking!" The oldest of them was a middle-aged monk with a look of confusion on his face, and his eyes looked down at the mountains below.

"Big brother is right, the Linglong Conference has just ended, and it is very likely that the person in the hall who we are tracking down is the mysterious monk with a magic weapon, if we can intercept and kill this person, the hall will naturally have a reward!" said another monk with a grim face, his eyes flashing with a hint of fierceness.

Suddenly, the elder monk's eyes lit up: "Second brother, third brother, there was a trace of spiritual power fluctuation in the forest below, and the monk must be hiding in it." ”

The three monks in Tsing Yi glanced at each other, and at the same time swept towards a forest below.

However, as soon as the three of them fell into the woods, they noticed that the scenery in their eyes had changed, and the figures of the other two had disappeared.

"It's not good, this is the formation!" an equally bad thought flashed through the minds of the three Tsing Yi monks.

The elder monk's eyes were foggy, like an illusion, and his divine sense could reach out three feet out of his body, holding a long sword to protect his safety.

On the other side, the sharp-faced monk and the cold monk were in a body of water and a forest respectively, and when they found out that they had strayed into the formation, they both took out their magic weapons as soon as possible, looking for flaws in the formation.

The sharp-faced monk walked slowly through the swamp with two glowing daggers in his hands, the water under his feet frozen, his feet imprisoned, and in the blink of an eye, several glittering thorns erupted from beneath the water's surface.

The dagger conjured countless afterimages around his body, and the thorns were broken one after another, and the water surface calmed down suddenly, and just when the sharp-faced monk was in doubt, a translucent flying sword suddenly appeared behind him, and a "poof" sound pierced through his thin body.

"Ahh

The cold monk walked in the midst of thorns, fully guarding against the slightest change in the surrounding environment, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and saw a hundred Xuanjing suddenly condensed in front of him.

"Broken!" The cold monk let out a low snort, and two silver rays of light flashed in his palms, breaking through the light in front of him.

At the moment when the cold monk made a move, he felt a trace of spiritual power fluctuation behind him, and the cold monk understood in an instant that he had fallen into someone else's calculation, and was just about to dodge and escape the blow behind him, when he found that his body was light, and he saw his head fly out, and at the same time, a voice sounded in his ears: "It's too slow!"

Han Zhonglin's figure appeared next to the headless corpse of the cold monk, and said indifferently: "There is another one!"

Immediately after, Han Zhonglin's figure disappeared into thin air.

"Both of your companions are dead, why are you and the other three tracking down the real person, tell me quickly. ”

The elder monk heard Han Zhonglin's voice coming from the mist, and the voice seemed to be coming from all directions, and said in a deep voice, "How is it possible!"

"Oh, it looks like you're not going to say it, so let's die!"

The elder monk felt a cold intent coming from behind him, and as soon as he turned around, the long sword in his hand slashed out.

As soon as the "bell" sounded, the elder monk felt that the long sword in his hand had slashed an object, and when he was puzzled, he suddenly cooled directly in his chest, and when he looked down, a blood hole appeared in his chest!

"This.." The elder monk muttered, and his figure slowly fell, his eyes full of horror.

Han Zhonglin appeared next to the elder monk, and as soon as his mind moved, a storage bag appeared in the palm of his hand, and after a while, a token appeared in his palm, and the token was engraved with the word "iron".

"Predator Alliance?"

The Five Elements Mystery Array was removed, the five-pole banner was withdrawn, and the corpses of the three monks in Tsing Yi appeared within dozens of zhang.

"The formation of the Qimen Sect is really unique, the changes are mixed with killing machines, and the spirit flag plate is really easy to use!"

Han Zhonglin praised it, and two thunderbolt wings appeared behind him, turning into a streamer and disappearing into the southwest sky.

Half an hour later, a white light broke through the sky from the east, and a cardinal monk appeared next to the three corpses in Tsing Yi.

"It's really three wastes, I can't do it if I delay for a moment, let my son go in vain!"

The Cardinal was furious, and three flames burst into flames in his palms, burning the three corpses into ashes in an instant.