"Aren't they all ten dollars?" asked a monk who had also come to fetch the battle flag, trying to find a way out with his fists, suppressed his anger.

"That's the previous price, and now it's thirty, pay the money and get the flag, don't talk nonsense!" Chen Ban'er shouted directly.

The monk raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "When you see someone serving dishes, I'm a bully, right?"

Chen Ban'er sneered, his eyes slanted and said, "Yo...... And temper?"

There was no need to signal, but seven or eight monks gathered around, and they did not speak, but looked at the monk coldly, and their eyes turned around on the monk, obviously with bad intentions.

The monk was shocked, these few people who came up were obviously Chen Ban'er, all of them had third-order cultivation, and they would definitely suffer a loss under the hard encounter, they were shocked and angry at the moment, a fist was clenched and tightened, and they were frozen for a moment under the eyes of the wolves, and finally deflated, took out the Yuan Jing from their bodies and slowly put it on the table.

"It's a bit of a brain!" Chen Ban'er sneered and swept over Yuan Jing, and shouted exaggeratedly: "Congratulations to Daoist friends for being invincible, climbing to the peak as soon as possible, and bathing in the sky!"

Then he pulled out a long battle flag from the messy desk and threw it on the ground. The monk was about to pinch his fist, slowly bent down to pick up the battle flag, stared at Chen Ban'er and dared not speak, his eyes seemed to be about to eat Chen Ban'er, but he finally turned around and left.

"Brother Chen, do you want to ......" Seeing that the monk was getting farther and farther, a man beside Chen Ban'er asked lightly, making a grabbing gesture.

Chen Baner shook his head and said, "You are so dark, people still have to rob them if they do things according to the rules...... The atmosphere has ruined you!" He said in a low voice: "There is not much oil and water, grab a fart, see one and grab another, who dares to come?"

The man laughed twice, and Yan San had already strode forward and drew a battle flag from the table with his own hands. When Chen Ban'er saw the business coming to the door again, he immediately resumed his official appearance, and asked in a pretentious manner, "Name?"

"Black Tiger"

Chen Ban'er sketched twice on an account book, and suddenly frowned, turned to the account book and took a final look and said, "You are a black tiger?"

Yan San turned a deaf ear, threw the ten yuan crystal on the table, and turned around to leave. Chen Ban'er's eyes flashed, a cruel light flashed, and he sneered: "Ten Yuan Jing, what about sending the dog?"

Yan San turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said coldly, "Oh? What do you want?"

"What do I want, but I want you to pay all the money!" Chen Ban'er said playfully.

"Aren't they ten Yuan Crystals?"

"That's someone else, and the price of a master like you who has been to the top of the mountain is of course different from others...... One thousand yuan crystals!" Chen Ban'er laughed.

Yan San stretched out his hand into his arms at the moment, Chen Ban'er tensed, and looked at Yan San's hand with fear, and the surrounding monks surrounded him again unabashedly, but saw Yan San take out a small cloth bag from his arms and open it.

There are a few yellow yuan crystals in the cloth bag, which are warm and brilliant, exuding a rich vitality.

"Third-Order Citrine!" Chen Ban'er exclaimed in surprise, and a touch of ecstasy welled up in his heart after a moment. The subordinates had even more green eyes, and they all took off a mouthful of saliva.

One third-order Yuan Crystal is equivalent to ten thousand first-order Yuan Crystals, and these Yuan Crystals are wealth that Chen Ban'er can't extort for several years!

"Count you kid on the road...... Yes!!!

Chen Ban'er had a dry mouth and reached out to take it. My hands trembled a little because I was so excited. Before touching the bag, the battle flag in Yan San's hand slammed down on the ground, and Chen Ban'er let out a miserable scream.

The sharp end of the battle flag pierced through the surface of Chen's feet and plunged deep into the ground.

The few people who came around didn't expect Yan San to be so vicious and neat, and forgot to move for a moment, Yan San pulled out the battle flag and retreated, his figure flashed a few times in the crowd, and he got out of the encirclement strangely, his feet didn't stop, and he staggered out a little, his face was a little pale, as if he had consumed a lot.

At the top of the Dark Tiger, the tombstone that had been keeping its eyes closed suddenly opened its eyes, and two sword lights flashed in its eyes. The laughing old man and the crying boy looked at each other, their eyes uncertain.

"Ah...... Chase after Lao Tzu!Kill this miscellaneous!" Chen Ban'er let out another miserable cry, and a fountain of blood rose from the ground under his feet, twisting his face and shouting, "What kind of escape secret method did he use, it definitely can't last, Lao Tzu is going to eat him raw!!"

Several people immediately rose up to catch up, unsheathed their swords, and chased all the way over. There is also a good hand who is good at using hidden weapons to raise his hand to shoot a dart, Yan San staggered and dodged most of it, and there are still two sticks inserted on his back, and the fiery red standard clothes are bright and eye-catching, becoming the best pointing mark.

Chen Ban'er sealed the blood veins to stop the bleeding, hastily bandaged his feet, pulled out a chopping knife from his waist, and followed him one by one, regardless of the injury.

Yan San's steps were hurried, trying his best to keep a distance from everyone, running in a mess, and he was safe for a while, but he looked like he was going to fall down at any time, and the people behind him worked harder and harder, and the wind was whistling, and passers-by recognized several people as the wicked among the wicked, and they avoided them one after another.

Not everyone has a third-order, and not every third-order has a corresponding strength, but the overall strength is higher than the previous layers, otherwise how can there be so many masters?

And the monks around Chen Ban'er are naturally powerful masters, forming a group of forces, and their status is equivalent to that of bullies like Huang Erlang and Liu Sanpao.

Chen Ban'er chased after him with difficulty, and the traces gradually disappeared, only to see the monks on the road ahead stopped in one place, panting without any image of holding on to the wall or bending over, blocking a gap, Yan San's back was clearly visible, but he was standing in front of a moat. The air ahead was dark red, the air twisted, and the river of magma rolled down below, making a dull rumbling sound, and there was no way to escape.

Chen Ban'er hissed and sneered, and said, "Run, you run, give me ......" The chest cavity rose and fell like a bellows, and he was dizzy for a while, chasing after him so violently, even the third-order monk gasped like a dog, barely adjusted his breath, and shouted, "...... Leave two to guard the gap, and the others will break his leg for me and drag him over!"

The five monks separated, each with a sword in their hands, and slowly approached Yan San while gasping.

Yan San stood up straight without moving, the two red standard clothes behind him swayed gently, his back to everyone couldn't see any expression, and he slowly raised the human-high Dark Tiger Battle Flag in his hand and slammed it into the ground, the battle flag swept violently under the foehn of the Magma River, and the hunting sounded.

Yan San pulled out the long Yi knife, the golden jade scabbard fell to the ground, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and finally turned around, everyone was in a trance, Yan San's sad eyes and ruthless blade occupied all their minds, and one shouted: "Everyone be careful, this grandson is going to fight hard!"

Before the words fell, Yan San roared angrily, raised his knife and rushed back, the wind was agitated, and in a blink of an eye, he cut off one person on the head without concealment.

The man was startled even if he had been prepared, gritted his teeth and blocked the long sword in his hand towards the blade, as long as he blocked this knife, the four people behind him had their own means to make Yan San a life and death dilemma.

There was a sharp and brief sound on the ground, and a severed sword flew into the sky, Yan Sanyi's sword was unhindered, unprecedentedly heavy and powerful, and the two people with swords skimmed by, without looking, their bodies turned half a circle, and another knife slashed out, pointing directly at another monk.

The man was taken aback, he didn't expect the knife to come so quickly, and the knife was carried up from his waist and out of his chest. After the two knives, Yan San crossed the knife and flew a dart that rushed straight into the face, and the remaining three people took advantage of the situation to distance themselves, with a shocked look in their eyes.

The two monks who had been stabbed froze in front of Yan San, slowly splitting apart...... One person was divided into two pieces from the top of his head, and the other was divided into two oblique sections from his waist to his chest, and the blood began to gush after falling to the ground, instantly staining the ground red.

"Impossible, impossible......" One muttered in his mouth, and he couldn't stop retreating under his feet, Yan San was so young, even if it was a third order, it was impossible to kill two masters of the same rank in an instant, all this was as tragic and unreal as a nightmare.

", do it, don't let him get angry!" a monk with a thick mace shouted, and the three of them suddenly froze, clenched their swords, and the retreating monk broke free from fear, his hands were raised, and more than a dozen darts flew out.

If a person can exert a strength that is not usually possible, he must have used a secret method, and the secret method has the sequelae of weakness after not lasting. Take advantage of his illness to kill him, and it will be too late when he recovers.

More than a dozen darts were only dodged by Yan San, three on the head and face, two on the chest and abdomen with a knife, and all the others hit, which strengthened the confidence of the three of them.

It's just that they didn't pay attention, most of the darts inserted in Yan San's body were exposed, except for the part covered by clothes, there was only a knife tip into the flesh, and all the vital points were avoided.

Yan San stepped out of the blood, took a deep breath, and did not allow one side of his body to be slashed, dodging a scimitar monk with a slash on the head, raising the long knives in both hands, and slashing down at the mace monk with a knife. The blade breaks through the wind, like a fish swimming in water, pulling out a fleeting light, like a sudden inspiration.

The ferocity of this knife was even better than the first two knives, and the two darts that went straight to Yan San's face were blown away by the knife wind, and they swept past Yan San's face, shedding two thin blood mouths, flying so that they didn't know where to go.

With a loud bang, the dart monk shrank his head and neck with shock, and the three figures in front of him suddenly exploded, but it was Yan San's knife that was finally implemented, landing on the mace with the thickness of his thigh, unable to penetrate, and the two huge forces staggered, blowing the two of them apart together.

The mace monk spurted blood from his mouth and nose, but still firmly grasped the mace in his hand, flew straight out of a distance of seven or eight meters, sat on the ground, and vomited blood.

The mace was inlaid with a severed knife, and the broken blade slashed into more than half of the huge mace. After all, the huge force of that knife could not cut through the heavy weapon, and it was unbearable, and the blade broke first.

This mace has accompanied the monk for dozens of years, strengthened many times, the body of the stick is a whole piece of sand iron, doped with a little black iron, weighing three hundred and eighty-six catties, this time when encountering the sword long soldier once again played the advantage of heavy soldiers, so that Yan San's magic weapon was directly broken.

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