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Although there was no light shining on the dagger at this time, it still exuded a cold and sharp momentum. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is a high-grade spiritual weapon.

It seems that the other party is not an ordinary casual cultivator, and he can actually throw a high-grade spiritual weapon as a secret weapon, which is also a big deal.

Han Long's eyes flashed, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his mana condensed on the palm of his other hand, swiping towards the dagger, and instantly erased the mental imprint on this spiritual weapon.

The young monk suddenly felt that his spiritual connection with the high-grade spiritual weapon had been severed, and his smiling face suddenly turned pale.

Although this dagger was not his natal spiritual weapon, it had also been cultivated with his heart for a long time, but he didn't expect it to be erased by Han Long so easily.

He stretched out a hand and pointed at Han Long's back tremblingly, "You, you, you actually erased my mental imprint......"

Han Long turned around, his gaze rolled, paused on the young monk, and smiled, "Just because of you, you want to hurt me, are you in the water in your brain?"

At this time, the two middle-aged monks looked at Han Long, and their hearts couldn't help but shake, they had already seen that Han Long was not simple, although the two of them could also do it by erasing the mental imprint of a mid-stage Jindan monk, but it was definitely not as light as Han Long's doing.

"This fellow Daoist, please calm your anger, the young man is not sensible, he is too reckless, I apologize to you on his behalf, Tianyun Shencao, we only need a quarter of the weight, and the other quarter should be regarded as making amends to the Daoist, what do you think?" The middle-aged man with the gun was already full of mana at this time, in case Han Long suddenly broke out.

At this time, the young monk also knew that he was really in trouble, and at this time he lowered his head, looked submissive, changed his arrogant attitude just now, and did not dare to say even half a word.

"Hmph, a quarter of the Tianyun Divine Grass is exchanged for his life, your abacus is quite fine, do you think this is the end of it?

Leave two-thirds of the contents of the storage bags on your waists, and I'll let you live, or else, leave your life in this cloud dream swamp. Han Long said coldly.

Domineering, absolutely domineering!

When the two middle-aged monks heard Han Long's words, their faces suddenly showed an ugly look, and as soon as the other party opened his mouth, he asked for two-thirds of the weight, which was too lion's mouth.

The young monk was not stupid, and when he saw the expressions of the two middle-aged monks, he immediately understood it, and his face became gloomy.

"This fellow Daoist, we are still ......"

The middle-aged monk with the gun hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something, and in an instant, a powerful divine sense swept over the three of them, and the three of them suddenly felt as if they had been stripped naked, completely exposed in front of people, and his voice stopped abruptly.

His heart sank, and the other middle-aged monk's face became even more ugly.

This is obviously locked by someone's divine sense, and the other party has such a powerful divine sense, this time it really kicked the iron plate!

"Within three breaths, if you don't agree, then don't blame me for being rude. At this time, Han Long said expressionlessly, looking at the eyes of the three of them, as if looking at a dead person.

After a pause, Han Long spoke again, but this time he said to the two elders, Hu and Feng, "Two elders, after three breaths, don't spare your hands, kill them with all your might!"

As soon as the words fell, the two elders had already mobilized the mana in their bodies with all their might, and the aura of the early stage of the Yuan Infant suddenly emanated from the two of them.

The middle-aged monk with the gun shook wildly in his heart, and when he and his companion looked at each other, they both saw the deep shock in the other party's eyes.

Those two old monks turned out to be early Yuan Infant monks, but it was obvious that everything was respected by Han Long, wouldn't it mean that Han Long's cultivation was even better, could it be that this young man was actually a middle Yuan Infant monk?

If his guess is correct, then what this young man said is definitely targeted, not empty words.

If there is no nephew behind him, even if he and another companion can't fight each other, they can wait for an opportunity to escape, but if they want to save their nephew's life in the eyes of strong enemies, it will be too much power, and even their own lives may be put into it in the end.

His face was cloudy several times, and he couldn't think of any way to get out, so he finally sighed helplessly and confessed.

After half a ring, three rays of light of different colors rose into the air, and soon turned into a rainbow and flew away.

The middle-aged monk with the gun, looking at the figure of Han Long and the three leaving, his face was full of loneliness, he sighed faintly, turned around, and said to the young Jindan monk: "Fei'er, do things in the future, think twice, don't be rash, not every time, Uncle can save you, you know?"

The young monk was like a child who had done something wrong, the expression on his face was a little helpless and a little nervous, for fear of bearing the anger of his uncle, so he glanced at his uncle cautiously, moved his mouth, and only made a voice in the middle of the sound: "Uncle, I know that I am wrong, I am too impulsive, so I have affected you, I'm sorry, I will definitely change it in the future."

"Fei'er, change your mistakes, be kind, as long as you behave in the future, be cautious. The middle-aged monk's expression was extremely serious, and his eyes obviously showed hatred for iron and steel, this nephew has been talented and intelligent since he was a child, and the elders in the family have favored him, causing him to be willful and reckless, if this incident can make him wake up, it is worth losing some elixir crystals.

Han Long, who had already left, didn't care what the three monks felt at this time, the cultivation realm was originally the weak, and this time he didn't kill the killer, the other party should burn incense and worship the Buddha.

While flying, he transmitted a voice to the two elders: "Two elders, what is the origin of the monster that rushed out of the swamp just now, do you know?"

Elder Hu was stunned, pondered for a while, shook his head, and said he didn't know.

Elder Feng said with a grin, "I know where it came from. ”

Han Long was a little surprised, "You know, what is the origin of this thing?"

Elder Feng stretched out his hand and stroked the three-inch short beard on his chin, and said with a slight pride in his eyes: "I think back then, when the old man and his friends came out to travel the world, they once saw this monster in the swamps of the Southern Barbarian Land, and this monster is a member of the Flying Fish Clan, one of the other races of the Southern Barbarians. ”

Han Long and Elder Hu were both stunned at the same time, the land of the Southern Barbarians was far away from this Yunmeng Swamp, the road was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and the road was far away, why did the alien race in this Nanban land appear in this Yunmeng Swamp?

As if knowing the question between the two, Elder Feng shook his head very dryly: "Don't look at me, I don't know, if that guy is not dead, I can interrogate it, but unfortunately, it is too dead to die." ”

Han Long and Elder Hu were silent, but Han Long was quickly relieved, there was no result in things, and it was useless to think too much.

Not long after Han Long and the three left, the remaining three monks also quickly collected the remaining Heavenly Yun Divine Grass, and then left in a gloomy manner.

As soon as the three of them left, a staggering number of ugly insects poured out of the swamp, eating away at the dead body of the Flying Fish Race, leaving not even a trace of residue behind.

This mysterious cloud dream swamp may hide killing opportunities everywhere.

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To be continued.

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