Why?

Such a powerful magic pen, why not use it?

Everyone looked at Jiang Yuan suspiciously.

However, without waiting for Jiang Yuan to speak, the heavy-pupiled young man who had waved his magic pen just now suddenly turned pale.

Originally, his body was very weak, but at this moment, his body was even weaker, and he fell to the ground with a "poof".

"What's wrong with you?"

The other disciples of the Demon Suppression Valley hurriedly helped.

Jiang Yuan said faintly: "Although this is magical, it is extremely depleting to one's own body, and it is harmful to cultivation but not beneficial, if it is not the most critical moment, do not use it easily." ”

Everyone nodded hurriedly, deeply agreed.

Just now, the young man with heavy pupils just waved it casually, and he became weak like this!

If you really use this magic pen to draw something amazing, you can't directly weaken to death?

A pen that I picked up casually is so powerful, maybe there are even more precious spiritual treasures!

Everyone looked at the treasures scattered all over the place.

But no one did it.

They all looked at Jiang Yuan.

If the Holy Lord does not move, they will not move!

Jiang Yuan smiled faintly and said, "You guys take all these things." ”

"Uh... Holy Lord, is there nothing in this that you can see? The Thirteenth Elder asked.

"With this one, that's enough."

Jiang Yuan put the white porcelain vase into his sleeve.

These things are indeed treasures for the people of Demon Valley.

But for him, it's just a pile of garbage!

Not in his eyes at all!

"However, in the future, if you have any discomfort when using these magic weapons, you should not use them again."

Jiang Yuan admonished.

Just like that magic pen, some spiritual treasures, although magical, will cause backlash to the user.

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison.

From this moment on, these people's worship of Jiang Yuan has reached the deepest part of their hearts!

If it weren't for Jiang Yuan, they would probably still be looking for it in the endless desert like headless ants!

They came out of the cabin and prepared to leave the ancient city.

"Hey, are all those people gone?"

Xie Linger looked around.

From the cabin, he walked back to the first place he had entered, and no one else was seen along the way.

At this moment, the entrance to the ancient city.

Most of them had already returned the same way and were ready to leave.

When they came, they were all full of anticipation.

When they left, their faces were ugly!

"The ancient city of bullshit! It's not as big as my manor! ”

"There are a lot of antiques here, but there are very few that can really be called treasures and enter our eyes!"

"This trip is really in vain!"

The vast majority of people are complaining.

Only a few people had big smiles on their faces.

Although the best treasures were hidden in the stone platform of the small cabin, there were still some things that could barely be called spiritual treasures scattered outside, and these lucky ones were found and brought out.

Of course!

For the Immortal Venerable of the Immortal Realm, these things are nothing, but in the eyes of these humble martial artists, they are already great treasures, and they are definitely worth the trip.

When I came, I wasted a lot of effort.

It's easy to leave now, just keep heading east.

"It's coming out so soon!"

"Hurry up, save us from waiting here! Feed! All of you, hurry up and hand over the spiritual treasure you brought out of it! We don't want all of them, just one per person. ”

The crowd was about to leave.

At this moment, a group of unknown people suddenly jumped out.

This group of guys has been blocked here, and if they don't go in, they just wait to rob the people who come out of it!

And yet—

They probably couldn't imagine that most of these people who went in would not have gained anything.

"Dare to rob me? Get out of here! ”

The people who came out of the ancient city were already unhappy, and they were robbed to their heads, and their faces were even more gloomy.

"Humph!"

A muffled snort was like a thunderclap.

In the midst of the group of robbers, there was an old man who slowly stepped forward.

said lightly to everyone: "One piece per person, it's already very polite, do you have to ask the old man to leave all the treasures on your body?" ”

Rumble!

A powerful force swept out of the old man's body and went straight to the sky!

"Ten Rank Martial Sect!"

The crowd exclaimed.

This old man is a ten-rank martial arts powerhouse!

"I'm a ghost, is the Ten Rank Martial Sect so worthless now?"

Less than half a year ago, there was not even a shadow of the Ten Rank Martial Sect in the martial arts world.

But in just a few months, the Ten Rank Martial Sect seemed to be worthless, and so many popped up all at once!

"Hehe, since you know that the old man is a ten-rank martial artist, you don't have to waste your tongue."

The old man sneered.

The group of people who had just come out of the ancient city in front of him also smiled, but they smiled bitterly.

"Old-timer, you didn't go in so you don't know. In this ancient city, there are no treasures! I'm waiting for all of them to be empty-handed, what can I do to honor your old man? ”

"Huh?"

The Ten Rank Martial Sect restrained his smile.

He rushed forward with one arrow step and searched the bodies of two people in succession.

Truly!

There are no spiritual treasures!

"What's going on?" Shipin Wuzong frowned and asked.

Suddenly, the crowd seemed to explode all at once-

The ancient city of bullshit!

I don't know who spread the news that there must be treasures inside.

If you want to know who it is, you must tear this mouth up!

The Ten Rank Martial Sect was silent.

No matter what he thought, he didn't expect it to be like this!

He swept through the crowd and suddenly noticed something.

"What's in your arms?"

He pointed to one of the crowd.

"No... It's nothing—" The man was startled, his face full of nervousness.

Shipin Wuzong's eyes narrowed slightly, walked up to the man, and pulled hard, and a short knife fell down and plunged into the sand.

"What a sword!" Shipin Wuzong picked up the short knife, admired endlessly, and said secretly in his heart: It seems that although there are not many treasures in this ancient city, someone still brought some out.

Gradually, he smiled again.

The few people who got the spiritual treasure were about to cry.

"Whoosh!"

Shipin Wuzong threw the short knife to one of his disciples.

Originally, he wanted to let everyone go, but now, he immediately decided to search them one by one!

An hour later.

Those who were lucky enough to bring something out of the ancient city belt hated this ten-rank martial sect to the extreme in their hearts.

The Ten Rank Martial Sect smiled brightly, although it was little, but it could be regarded as a gain.

"Is there anyone in there who hasn't come out?" Shipin Wuzong asked.

"Yes! And also! ”

Everyone replied in unison, especially the few martial artists who had been robbed of the spiritual treasure, and their voices were especially high.

"That's great!" The Ten Rank Martial Sect was even happier.