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Wu Wushuang's suggestion was approved by the people.

"Then I'll do it, I don't think you'll object!"

Wan Jinbo stood up, clenched his fists, aimed at the three treasures, and struck out with his two fists in the air, and the three treasures suddenly felt in danger, and at the same time released energy to resist, and with a bang, the air came to explode, and the surface of the three treasures was shining and flowing, and there was no damage.

Buzz! Buzz!

The long stick, the iron ring, and the mask all emit powerful energy, shining with different colors of light, the long stick is released as white as jade, the iron ring is like a flame of vermilion, and the black mask is like an inky mask after the fist is resisted, and then it is closed, very mysterious, just like this, the entire thirty-five floor is occupied by a white and red energy light.

"Quasi-ground grade low-grade treasures! 〞

Basically, those who can have treasures above the ground level are all martial artists who have cultivated above the king level, because basically only the king can exert the power of the ground-level treasure, so most of the king's cultivation below use high-grade weapons, and only a few martial artists in the sect realm can have quasi-earth-level weapons.

Therefore, when the grade of these three treasures appeared to be quasi-grade, the people's breathing began to increase and their eyes became red.

However, when everyone only noticed that the three pieces were all quasi-ground level low-grade, even the woman in Tsing Yi and Ming Ge, only Yan Wushuang noticed the mysterious mask, and said secretly: "It's strange, that mask doesn't know what kind of material it is, under the impact of Wan Jinbo's golden fist, it was not damaged at all, but it didn't emit any energy light, well... The goal is on that mask. 〞

Originally, Wu Wushuang was still hesitant whether to fight for these three treasures, but after feeling the mystery of the mask, he also made up his mind to make a move.

Whew!

Almost after determining the quality of the three treasures, Tang Guangwu instantly shot out with a long gun, and the blue spiritual wind burst out, and both eyes turned red, like arrows, rushing towards the three treasures.

"Hey, hey, don't want to grab my treasure." 〞

Mao Feng laughed lightly, the Buddha's light appeared, a Buddha appeared behind him, his whole body was covered with a golden and yellow streamer like substance, his feet slammed to the ground, his knees bent and bulleted, like a cannon bullet, the bullet shot out, the speed was not weaker than Tang Guangwu, and at the same time took out the crescent moon.

The speed of the two people is fast, but Wan Jinbo, who is the captain of the team in the name of everyone, instantly has a golden body, golden light, and turns into a bright golden man, he has no weapons, because his legs, hands and even his whole body are his weapons, and his eyes are also full of golden rays, looking cold and ruthless, like a killing machine.

Fight for the treasure, at the critical moment, and prepare for the killing.

And the woman in Tsing Yi, who couldn't see through everyone, frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and then hugged her chest with both hands, and actually took a step back, without thinking about snatching the treasure.

The middle-aged scribe Mingge knew his physical condition, so he also took a step back, and immediately sat up, continuing to recuperate and heal his wounds, planning to watch the tiger fight from the other side, not to fight for the treasure, and most importantly, the three treasures were a long stick, an iron ring and a mask, which were not what he needed, so he couldn't commit the desperate killing.

The woman in Tsing Yi turned her head to look at Wu Wushuang and said with a soft smile: "Aren't you going to fight for it? Although you are only in the middle of the sect realm, I can't see through your combat strength, if you are one step slower, you will not have your share!" 〞

Pulling out the leaf fire behind his back, Yi Wushuang took a step, glanced at the woman in Tsing Yi, and said with a light smile: "I probably understand why you don't fight for it, it's not as beautiful as when you shoot." 〞

Then, Yi Wu's feet stepped on the sword, and his body flashed, like a peerless sword slashing in the void, and he actually came first, catching up with Tang Guangwu and the other three.

Seeing the unpredictable sword steps of the two gods, the middle-aged scribe Ming Ge's eyes flashed with fine light, and his heart seemed to be shocked, and he secretly said: "With the body of the sword, the steps are like the light of the sword, it is a forward and an attack, this is simply the footwork born for the swordsman, I have never heard of it, it was created by this young man... Or is it given by someone else. 〞

After all, Tang Guangwu was the first person to go out to compete for the treasure, and in an instant, he came to the front of the three treasures, and reached out to grab the long stick as white as jade.

"Let go, I have taken a fancy to that long stick. 〞

Mao Feng slapped at Tang Guangwu, that white as jade long stick, is also Mao Feng's favorite weapon, when the monk who ignited him taught him a set of Xuan-level high-grade stick method, but he has been unable to find a long stick to take advantage of, so he has been using the crescent hammer as a weapon, and now, it is close at hand, he can easily let go.

"You bare-headed bastard!"

If Tang Guangwu insisted on taking the long stick, then he would also be attacked by Mao Feng's crescent moon, and he had no choice but to look back and hold the shot of the crescent moon, but he didn't expect that Mao Feng had natural divine power, and Tang Guangwu retreated by tens of meters with a bang.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mao Feng rushed to the long stick that was as white as jade.

"See, there aren't too many treasures, and I want this long stick too. Turning into a golden light, he turned his palm towards Mao Feng.

As a last resort, Mao Feng had no choice but to turn around and put the crescent hammer on his chest to resist Wan Jinbo's palm.

The three of them had their own advances and retreats in attack and defense, and Wu Wushuang wanted to take this opportunity to take the mysterious mask.

"A mid-level kid in the sect realm also delusionally wants to take a quasi-earth-level treasure. Tang Guangwu also took a fancy to the long stick, but he couldn't see other treasures being taken by others, and the long gun in his hand turned into a dragon in the air, and he stabbed dozens of guns in a row.

Tick! Tick!

The dragon turned into dozens of dragons by the long gun, encountered hundreds of sword light snipers, and suddenly disappeared, and the two of them fought hard, and in the void, the remaining strength of the collision swept away.

The four people who competed for the treasure took a step back at the same time, and no one wanted to be the target, and the three treasures were also hit and sprayed.

For a time, the thirty-fifth floor of the Weak Water Holy Building was chaotic, and the four people who were vying for the treasure weapon did not let anyone let anyone, nor did they want others to get the weapon, attacking each other, pulling each other's hind legs, and often the two sides who were originally attacking and defending suddenly attacked each other together.

"Human nature is inferior. Seeing this scene, the woman in Tsing Yi leaning against the wall smiled disdainfully.

Ming Ge glanced at the woman in Tsing Yi and said, "The reason why you don't compete for those treasures is because of your status as a spirit beast! Spirit beasts are naturally superior in flesh and are not accustomed to human weapons, and besides, even if you are not an emperor beast, you are also an emperor beast! With your identity, you can say that you can accurately obtain ground-level treasures, even ground-level low-grade treasures are readily available." 〞

"Haha, what's the matter, it's better than someone who is seriously injured and can't go into a fight!" The woman in Tsing Yi deliberately stimulated the middle-aged scribe Mingge.

The middle-aged scribe Mingge closed his eyes, did not fight with the woman in Tsing Yi, calmly treated his wounds, and was in an unmoved state of mind, which was very rare.

After a while, the woman in Tsing Yi said, "That young swordsman's combat strength is very bad, and when he comes, I don't think anyone can predict it. 〞

In terms of strength, Yi Wushuang was indeed not weaker than everyone else, even if his cultivation was the lowest, he was only at the middle level of the Spirit Sect Realm.

Hearing the woman in Tsing Yi talking about Wu Shuang, Ming Ge opened his eyes and said, "He is really not simple, and he must not have fully used it. 〞

"Huh...?" The woman in Tsing Yi looked at Ming Ge with some surprise, but she didn't expect the other party to value the young swordsman so much.

After watching the battle for a while, Mingo said, "His sword intent makes me feel palpitations, even if I am at the peak, I may not be able to defeat him. With that, Mingo closed his eyes again, calming his heart and healing.

These words made the woman in Tsing Yi surprised, you must know that except for Wu Wushuang, everyone is a peak cultivator in the Spirit Sect Realm, but the middle-aged scribe Ming Ge said that he may not be able to win the young swordsman in the peak state, doesn't he say that the young swordsman can fight beyond the level, or two? So, is this young swordsman's combat power so terrifying?

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