"Senior Brother Liu doesn't have to block the door, maybe there are other senior brothers who want to come and see the treasures in Senior Brother Liu's hands!"

When the stone gate of the cave was closed, Zhang Feng's words came slowly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The smile on Liu Changsheng's face suddenly disappeared, and there was a little more coldness in his eyes.

All this made him feel humiliated and angry, there were more Jindan elders in Daimei Mountain, and there were more people with magic weapons, why didn't these people go to see their magic weapons? Clearly bullying yourself for not having mana?

It's a pity that these people in front of him are not the teenagers in Huilong Town, but the heavenly masters with magic skills, not that he can teach a lesson if he wants to, and the courage of blood and qi for a while can only humiliate himself!

If you want these people to stop despising themselves like this and wash away today's shame, only your fists are harder than them.

"Wait, Master must make you look good one by one!"

Liu Changsheng was ruthless in his heart.

On the second day of living in the cave, the third group of people who came to see the magic weapon appeared, later than Liu Changsheng expected, but the number of people was as many as seven.

These seven people were even more arrogant than the previous two groups, and they didn't want to look at Liu Changsheng more, as if Liu Changsheng was not the owner of this magic weapon, but just a temporary custodian.

Under Zhang Feng's "reminder", they all knew that Liu Changsheng was only given a magic weapon by the real person in charge, and there was no background background, if the real person in charge really cared about and appreciated Liu Changsheng, and wanted Liu Changsheng to get ahead, he directly designated an elder of Jindan Realm to accept Liu Changsheng as a disciple, Liu Changsheng would definitely soar in Daimei Mountain, but now, there is no such possibility.

A single spirit root disciple like Liu Changsheng, Dai Meishan grabbed a lot of them, even if he had a magic weapon in his hand, it would not directly help him condense the golden pill.

The backbone of Daimei Mountain is still their group of elite disciples with outstanding talents.

"Will there be a fourth group?"

This night, Liu Changsheng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

The three batches of elite disciples of the White Tiger Hall trampled his self-esteem under his feet, but they aroused his fighting spirit.

These three groups of elite disciples didn't put him in their eyes, and he also didn't put each other in his eyes, what is there to be so angry, a group of rookies who haven't even played with magic weapons!

Thinking of this, Liu Changsheng suddenly felt a little more proud.

"It's a good thing, just sell it, it's not bad to exchange some spirit stones and pills!"

A strange thought popped up in his mind, which first startled Liu Changsheng, and then he was inexplicably excited.

Listening to what a few people said, just the value of the spirit sealing rune sealed on this short stick is above the tens of thousands of spirit stones, and the price of the low-grade magic weapon is more than 200,000 spirit stones, although this short stick looks a little tattered, I'm afraid it can still be sold for 100,000 spirit stones!

The disciples of the four inner halls can only receive forty spirit stones from the sect after one year of cultivation, and one hundred thousand spirit stones, it will take two thousand five hundred years to receive them!

"Sell the treasures given by the Throne Master, I don't know if anyone dares to buy it, I don't know if the Throne Master Ancestor will blame!"

Thinking about all kinds of things in a daze, I couldn't sleep for a long time.

It wasn't until the two stone doors of the cave opened again that he got up from the stone couch and strode to the living room.

"Senior Brother Liu, have you gotten up, Senior Uncle Jin Hu has orders!"

Zhang Feng's voice sounded outside the cave, but this time, he did not enter the cave.

"There is Senior Brother Lao, Senior Brother wait a minute!"

Liu Changsheng nodded at Zhang Feng, turned around and walked back to the bedroom, took out the package, and walked out.

Zhang Feng still had a smiling expression, but this time there was no trace of verboseness, seeing Liu Changsheng come out, after closing the stone door of the cave, the sleeves of his robe were raised, and a white light flew out of the sleeve, hovering and flying in the air and turning into a flying sword of a length of a few feet, and as soon as he lifted his footsteps, he flew and landed on the long sword.

Seeing this scene, Liu Changsheng was stunned for a moment, didn't he want to take himself to the White Tiger Hall to see Jin Hu, what did he do with the flying sword?

"Oh, I forgot, Senior Brother Liu is still a mortal!"

Zhang Feng stretched out his hand and patted the top of his head, smiling awkwardly, as if he had really forgotten, and then, with a wave of his hand, a golden light flew out, twisted and transformed into a golden rope, wrapped around Liu Changsheng's waist, stretched out his hand, and Liu Changsheng was suddenly taken up by a strong volley, flying towards Zhang Feng.

Liu Changsheng was shocked in his heart, and instinctively raised his foot and stepped on the flying sword at Zhang Feng's feet, just as his footsteps were about to fall on the flying sword, Zhang Feng was a little flying sword on his toes, and the flying sword was white and flashed, and flew forward, and in a flash, flew out of the platform in front of the cave.

With one foot in the air, Liu Changsheng's figure suddenly hung in the air, falling towards the cliff, falling headfirst down a distance of several zhang, being pulled by the golden rope around his waist, and bouncing up a little.

The blood was surging, the heart was pounding, and he was almost about to cry out in shock, but in the end, he couldn't help but scream.

He understood that Zhang Feng was deliberately making him ugly and torturing him, but he didn't understand why Zhang Feng did this.

The clouds and mist are churning below, and you can't see the bottom of the valley at a glance, and on the other side, the cliff is as steep as a knife.

"Bastard, you kind of let go of the rope!"

Liu Changsheng scolded Zhang Feng in his heart, but he didn't have any intention of begging for mercy, and as soon as Zhang Feng flew forward with his sword, he flew forward with him.

Hanging in the air like this, he flew out of a distance of more than a thousand zhang, Zhang Feng turned his head and glanced back, pretended to snort, and said: "Why is Senior Brother Liu so careless, you should stand firm on the long sword, why did you fall, if something goes wrong, Senior Brother, I can't be justified and can't tell!" ”

With that, he stretched out his hand and pulled the golden rope, and Liu Changsheng's figure suddenly flew up in the air again, staggering down on top of the long sword.

This time, Zhang Feng used his skill, and Liu Changsheng really stepped on the long sword with both feet and stood firm.

Zhang Feng turned his head to look, and saw that Liu Changsheng's face was swollen and red, and he didn't say a word, with a bit of anger in his eyes, but he didn't have any fear, and a ball of anger suddenly rose in his heart, he smiled, and said: "Senior Brother Liu is standing firm, don't be naughty anymore, if you fall down, then you will be crushed!" ”

With that, two golden rays of light flew out from the soles of his feet and sank into the long sword, and the long sword suddenly roared, and his speed increased greatly.

However, the golden rope around Liu Changsheng's waist was a circle, winding around one of Zhang Feng's arms like a golden python, leaving only a few feet long, so that he could naturally tighten Liu Changsheng's body at any time.

Liu Changsheng only felt that the wind was whistling in his ears, the strong wind cut his face, and his eyes could no longer see the surrounding scenery clearly, and he only felt that he was dragged by Zhang Feng like a soulless kite to fly.

The sword flew high, and it fell downward, and it flew forward like an arrow, and it flew diagonally to one side.

Zhang Feng in front of the long sword had a proud face, but Liu Changsheng, who was behind him, simply closed his eyes, let the wind howl in his ears, and let Zhang Feng tease.

He was naturally afraid, but he was unwilling to shout and beg for mercy, if this was the case, it would only make Zhang Feng more excited and proud, and he didn't believe that Zhang Feng would dare to throw him off the flying sword and let him be crushed.

A full pillar of incense time passed, and seeing that Liu Changsheng did not have the slightest intention of begging for mercy, nor was he screaming in fright, Zhang Feng felt bored.

After hesitating for a moment, he adjusted the direction in which the flying sword was heading, slowed down, and flew steadily towards a thousand-zhang peak due west.

A wave of beast roars came from afar, and the further forward they went, the more noisy and noisy the beast roars became, as if a group of vicious demon beasts were in captivity in the mountain peak ahead.

The flying sword flew steadily towards the mountain peak, and the expression on Zhang Feng's face changed again and again, and a gentle smile was put on again.

And behind him, the look on Liu Changsheng's face also slowly calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

Not long after, a bluestone hall appeared in front of the two of them on the mountainside, Zhang Feng stepped on the flying sword and pressed the head of the clouds, stretched out his hand to pull Liu Changsheng, and landed lightly on the square in front of the main hall, and flew the flying sword in his hand.

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Senior Brother Zhang is here!"

"Senior Brother Zhang actually brought someone to test it himself, this junior brother has a strange appearance, could it be which senior uncle personally received the high feet?"

On the square, dozens of monks have gathered at this moment, half of them are ignorant teenagers, and the other half, although there are old and young, judging from their clothing and appearance, they are obviously all disciples of the condensation stage like Zhang Feng.

Seeing Zhang Feng coming, many people stepped forward to say hello, and several of them had sycophants in their expressions.

Zhang Feng returned the salute one by one with a smile on his face, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Changsheng, and said: "Presumably everyone has also heard of the blood lion Chiyun being killed by Uncle Xiao Han, this junior brother Liu Changsheng is the inheritor of the magic weapon in the hands of Chiyun Lao'er!" ”

"Oh, this is Senior Brother Liu, he is really a talent!"

"Tut-tut, Senior Brother Liu is really lucky, I have been practicing in the White Tiger Hall for decades, and I haven't even seen the face of the Ancestor of the Throne, but Senior Brother Liu has been given a magic weapon by the Ancestor of the Throne, which is really enviable!"

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Liu, can you let everyone see that magic weapon of Chiyun Lao'er?"

……

Hearing Liu Changsheng's name, many monks suddenly had their eyes lit up, and they all gathered around, and a few of them also looked at the burden behind Liu Changsheng, and the more than ten teenagers also looked at Liu Changsheng with excitement and envy.

"This ...... Senior Brother Zhang Feng told him all the way, the magic weapon cannot be easily shown, if the younger brother does not listen to the instructions, he must tell the hall master to know, the younger brother ...... This ......"

Liu Changsheng stretched out his hand and scratched his scalp, and said with an embarrassed expression, but his eyes secretly looked at Zhang Feng.

Hearing Liu Changsheng's words, Zhang Feng's face changed slightly, Liu Changsheng's simple words clearly had two meanings, one meant that he wanted to stop everyone's enthusiasm for watching the magic weapon, otherwise, he would have to tell Jin Hu about his actions.

Either way, it's not good for him!

The other disciples around looked at Zhang Feng one after another, and a few of them had a little displeasure in their eyes.

"The magic weapon is the strongest treasure in the world, and it can't be bad!"

"Yes, it's just a matter of looking at it twice, can it still be damaged!"

The two older monks sang and said in a strange voice.

Happy reading at the end of this chapter!