Looking at Yue Jiuling's nervous expression, Zhan Long Jin felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

Capturing the direction of her eyes, it was when he looked at Mo Liuyan that he took a deep breath and clenched his fists to suppress the inexplicable sourness in his heart.

This strange feeling swept through his body, as if it was about to take away all his sanity.

Seeing Yue Jiuling, a flash of surprise flashed in Mo Liuyan's eyes, but seeing the woman being held in the arms of the Seventh Prince, and the two were intimate, the glitter in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Zhan Long Jin took the "Blood String Yin" and gently stroked the strings, as if he was just playing with it at random.

But Yue Jiuling, who was also in Zhan Long Jin's arms, saw very clearly a dark black qi from the man's fingertips, which slowly merged into the body of the piano.

For this strange situation, she used her divine sense to ask the sixth and eighth masters, although the two elders were not sure what the black gas was, but it was definitely not a good thing, and the evil breath in it made them all feel very jealous.

Ji Tian, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the immortal weapon that was close at hand, his eyes were shining, and his greed was fully revealed.

The dignified master of the Rising Sect, in this case, it turned out to be this face, and everyone was inevitably embarrassed.

Even some of the ancestors sitting next to him were very blind, at least in front of so many people, to maintain the dignity of a sect, and not to lose their face to the ground.

But now it is clear that it has lost face.

Zhan Long Jin didn't say much, and directly stretched out the "Blood String Yin" and handed it to Ji Tian.

Ji Tian's hands trembled, his old face was full of excitement, and he couldn't wait for the old tears to flow.

Holding the "Blood String Yin" in both hands, as the master of the Refining Sect, he can deeply feel the power of the immortal weapon spirit, if he can have such a weapon, then his status in the rivers and lakes will rise in a straight line, and he may even become the supreme among the supreme.

Thinking of this, he seemed to see the glory of the future, as if he saw the scene of the audience worshipping, and his eyes were red for a while.

Just when Ji Tian was about to get up, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at the Seventh Prince Zhan Long Jin in front of him.

"This ......" Ji Tian only uttered one word, and he couldn't make any sound.

Slowly, his originally flexible body began to stiffen, and the blood strings fell to the ground with a loud and unpleasant sound of the strings being hit.

Seeing the door master fall to the ground mysteriously, the ancestors of the Ji family were horrified, and immediately rushed forward and asked the invited alchemist to check the situation for the door master.

Before they could finish checking, Zhan Long Jin's voice was cold and clear: "Ji Tian, the master of the Lisheng Sect, has captured the immortal weapon, and he is very happy and sad, and he is happy and anxious. Then the 'Blood String Singing' went to the next master. ”

The Seventh Prince slipped down, and there was a sound of gasping around him, accompanied by the sound of teacups tipping.

Some of the elders of the Ji family who didn't get up in time had a very complicated mood.

I don't know who ordered it, the alchemists who were originally inspecting Ji Tian stopped one after another, and one of them opened his mouth and announced: "As the Seventh Prince said, the head of the Ji family is overjoyed and sad, and he has broken his heart, and he has become useless and cannot take care of himself for the rest of his life. ”

After saying that, the alchemists retreated one after another, each returning to their positions, as if nothing had happened, as if nothing could stir up the waves in their hearts.

At this time, Ji Tian, who had already fallen to the ground, had nowhere else to move except for his two eyes, and he tried his best to squint his eyes, as if he wanted to glance in the direction of Zhan Long Jin.

There was a muffled sound in his throat, and only he knew what he wanted to say.

Zhan Long Jin's eyes drooped slightly, just staring at Ji Tian's widening eyes last year.

The corners of his lips bloomed into a faint smile, like a devil from hell: "This is you, the price of disobeying this king." ”

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