"Not good!"

"Third child, retreat!"

Confused.

The weapon was broken.

However, it was not the golden sword that everyone imagined to be broken, but the machete of the bamboo pole monk was broken.

The weapon of a Qi Refining Realm monk actually cut off the magic weapon of a Foundation Building Realm monk?

A feeling of beeping a dog welled up in my heart.

The eldest and the second exclaimed in unison.

In this exclamation, the third child, that is, the bamboo pole monk, quickly retreated.

But.

The Bamboo Pole Monk preferred that he did not retreat.

It's not an active retreat.

Instead, he was kicked away.

A huge force struck, and the whole person flew out, and then, a severe pain came from his chest, hitting his whole body, and the bamboo pole monk who was in pain didn't come up in one breath, and almost fainted.

In a trance.

The bamboo pole monk remembered the scene when he fought against the bison, at the beginning, accidentally, he was hit by a wild buffalo, and this feeling was also the same feeling, if it wasn't for the master's rescue, this life would have been over.

"Could it be that the strength of this little monk in front of him is stronger than that of a bison?"

Don't be confused.

In fact.

If it were Joraldan's own strength, he wouldn't have been able to kick such a terrifying effect.

But.

There's a brute force trick!

The aura of the earth, filled in the right leg, this violent kick, coupled with the blessing of brute force, that power, not to mention the thin bamboo pole monk, even if he is replaced by a big fat man, he will be kicked away.

Fly extremely far.

Screaming.

The monk flew over the edge of the cliff and fell down the cliff.

Visually, the location of the bamboo pole monk's whereabouts is not within the range of the cold pool at all, and if it falls like this, it will be a meat sauce end.

But it was still the old fat monk who reacted quickly, hurriedly cast the sword technique, flew away, and hugged the bamboo pole monk.

It's just that.

It's just the early stage of building the foundation, and this swordsmanship is not proficient, and it's okay to carry one person, plus one person, even if it's a bamboo pole, it's not enough.

With a red face, he staggered, and with all his strength, he finally flew back to the edge of the cliff, and the fat monk lay on the ground, twitching, obviously exhausted.

The eldest and third are wasted, but the second can still jump.

"Die!"

The two fingers of his right hand stretched out, and made a sword shape, and he pointed towards Joradan, a flying sword, and roared away.

Flying swords?

Flying swords are not afraid!

The golden sword waved.

Clang!

It's broken again.

This golden sword is the best magic weapon of the foundation building realm, whether it is hardness or sharpness, it is much stronger than the ordinary foundation building realm magic weapon.

In addition, Joradan also frantically operated the golden aura to his left arm, and then, he used the blade technique to bless the golden sword with a sharp blade effect.

So.

Neat.

The flying sword was broken in two.

Burst!

As soon as the flying sword broke, the standard material monk (short for standard body monk) was counterattacked, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out, obviously, he also lost his combat effectiveness.

It's over.

I wanted to rob it with the strength of the crowd, but this is good, the robbery is not successful, but it is abused, and the monk has a painful face.

It's hard, too.

"Skills are not as good as people, if you want to kill or chop as you like!"

"Frowning, we are not Golden Gate Sanying!"

"Eighty years later, another hero!"

Eighty years later?

Joraldan was happy.

Well, the cultivators of the cultivation realm are like this, from the beginning to the refining of qi, and then to the foundation building, eighty years is normal.

But.

Joradan didn't plan to kill this brother, but seeing that the figure of the standard material monk was similar to his own, he just wanted to borrow clothes, and he couldn't wear a rabbit skin apron to wander around the world, and his face was gone.

So.

"You, take off your clothes!"

The standard friar was stunned.

"You, you, what do you want to do?"

Imagining some kind of plot in his mind, the standard monk's face turned green, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the eldest and third, hoping that they could help.

But.

The eldest and the third child, at the same time, don't look too far, in their hearts, secretly: "Tell you to show off your figure all day long, this is unlucky! Help? It's either fat into a pig or thin into a monkey's body, and I can't help if I want to!"

The Monk despaired.

Finger a little.

The broken sword flew up, and it was about to wipe it towards his neck, but he would rather die than give in.

"Hey, it's just like you want clothes, do you need to seek death?"

Joradan couldn't take it anymore and muttered.

"What? you, you, all you need is clothes?"

Desperate to survive!

The standard monk wept with joy.

Three or two times, I stripped myself of only my underwear.

Not to mention.

The figure of this product is really good, you have to have a chest and a buttocks.

"Ahh

Joladan hurriedly shook off this dirty thought, and meditated on the little junior sister several times in his heart, and then his heart stopped.

snatched the clothes of the standard friar.

Put on.

It's a pity that there is no underwear, and it is empty inside, which is very unpleasant.

Undergarments?

It was close-fitting clothing, and Joradan didn't want to borrow it as well.

Flash!

Saying.

Joradan turned his head suddenly: "I almost forgot, borrow one from the storage bag!"

Without storage bags, it's inconvenient to do anything.

Now that you have embarked on the evil path of robbery, it is better to be evil in the end.

With a threatening flick of the golden sword, the fat monk quickly untied the storage bag hanging from his waist and handed it to Joradan.

The response is pretty fast.

Thinking of Qiao Radan's realm of refining qi realm, he couldn't break the ban on this storage bag at all, and the fat monk quickly eliminated the ban.

"Yes, yes, very sensible!"

Since the other party is so sensible, Joradan doesn't mind being a good person.

"The three of you weapons are gone, and if you stay in this refining illusion realm any longer, I'm afraid you will have to worry about your life!"

Who's to say it isn't.

Mo said that the weapon had been cut off, and even if it wasn't broken, this layer would be very difficult.

Kinmen Sanying sounds quite bluffing, but if you calculate it, it's just a few people, compared with those gate factions with dozens or even hundreds of people at every turn, no, there is no comparison at all.

It was precisely for this reason that Kinmen Sanying did not dare to go to the central position on the first floor, for fear of encountering a large army going to the second floor and causing death.

But I never imagined that at the edge of this map, I just robbed and hit a killing god.

That's called a grievance.

It was full of despair.

In this state, let alone going to the second floor, if you can save your life, you will burn high incense.

It's not.

As soon as Jordan said this, the brothers looked desperate.

"Alas, death is death, sooner or later!"

"I regret that I shouldn't have come to this illusion realm of refining!"

"Alas, I'm dragging you two down!"

I almost hugged my head and cried.

Good people do it to the end.

Qiao Ladan stretched out his hand and pointed to the position he had just climbed up: "For the sake of you being so sensible, I will show you a clear path, here, yes, this is here, jump down, I guarantee that you can get out of this refining illusion alive!"