Ming Bufan didn't respond, he slowly sat down in place, pressed one hand on Guo Hongfei's head, and a white gas slowly floated out from his mouth and nose, floating into Ming Bufan's palm, and the blood streak that had just extended his thumb seemed to grow, going towards the back of his hand, twisted to the extreme.

"This benevolent brother doesn't want to be innocent of multiple enemies, everything is peaceful, I will leave like this. ”

Saying that, the four of them didn't care about the terrible and tragic situation in front of them, and directly stepped over the blood marks left by the long-knife monk on the ground, and wanted to go towards the ancient road, and wanted to be an extraordinary appearance.

Ming Bufan laughed.

Remove the pendant from your neck.

"Haha, since we met, there is some fate, I want to give this pendant to you, how about you?"

The pendant in his hand shook a few times at the other party, and the two jade stones on it took advantage of the sparse sunlight to slightly transparent appearance, warm as jade, red as a crescent moon, and cyan as green as green leaves.

And in the eyes of those four people, they were all like talismans.

They all spoke:

"How is this good, the gentleman does not take away the beauty of people, such a beautiful jade must be taken away from Brother Ren to show that temperament"

"That's it"

“......”

Ming Bufan instantly became expressionless, and his eyes emitted a stunning light, shocking.

"How not, don't you just don't give me face, see that I'm a mortal, or treat me inappropriately?..... Hmmm??!!"

Seeing that the four of them were all in a heartbeat, is this going to fight?

The weapons in the hands of the four people were all clenched a little, the palm of the man surnamed Wang had been pinched into a seal, and he only came out with a sound, and the long sword on his back was out of the sheath, and countless cold needles in the white monk's clothes were faintly moving, and the palm of the strong man was also patted on his waist, and the richly dressed person also quietly took a step back.

Ming Bufan took in the appearance of these four people in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Said with a smile again:

"But there is only one pendant, and you have four, so who should I give it to?"

Hearing this, the four of them jumped and looked at each other, and a thought instantly appeared in their minds.

"Could it be that only one of the four of us can live?"

The monk's expression on his back changed a few points, but in the end, his eyes were certain, and he raised his eyebrows and said to Ming Bufan:

"What the hell are you going to do!! if you want to fight with us, why do you talk like that. ”

He really couldn't bear it anymore, and the previous patience was the biggest humiliation in his life.

Ming Bufan was silent, but this appearance seemed to see a trace of his own shadow.

But it's not that simple now.

But he smiled slightly: "How do you need to fight, I just want to give this pendant to you and one of them." ”

The monk surnamed Wang was instantly furious: "Who doesn't know what you mean by such words, don't pretend anymore, if you want to kill me, come and wait." ”

The palm seal in the sleeve robe changed instantly, and there was a slight rebuke in the mouth, and a soft groan came out, and the sword was like a dragon, drawing a few cold lights, and it flew into the monk's hand, pointing straight at Ming Bufan.

"The third brother, the fourth brother, the fifth brother, now that the second brother has been killed, I am powerless to protect it, and this enemy here still kills me, etc., how can I !!"

The monk surnamed Wang shouted, and the three of them all rose in response, and the spell in his hand instantly floated, and there were dozens of cold needles in the hands of the white-faced monk, which appeared densely in his hand, like a hedgehog, but there was a little more strangeness between his expressions, but no one noticed it.

On the one hand, a halberd also appeared in the hand of the sturdy monk, and the hook on it was like a front, showing a slight chill, and then the richly dressed monk retreated a few steps, pinching out a few seals in his hand, and several flames the size of a grinding disc rose to the sky, floating in the air, as if there were a few more suns.

"It's just a humble mortal, but the luck of shit is just to get a piece of spiritual treasure, but it is so arrogant, now I am teaching you to see the power of the cultivation world!!"

Such words came one after another, and Ming Bufan was a little speechless when he listened.

"Mortals, isn't it also shit luck for you to wait for such a casual cultivation, all beings are equal in life and death, but my life is much more valuable than that of mortals, because your death makes me value it more. ”

Ming Bufan said softly, re-attaching the pendant to his neck.

"So you don't have to. ”

Slowly stand up.

"Do you want me to kill you, or do you want to come and die?"

There was only coldness in his eyes, not that he wanted to kill, but that he had to kill.

"You mortal, eat my sword. ”

【Qingyun Jue!!】

The monk surnamed Wang quickly recited a mantra in his heart, and a mysterious light in his hand penetrated, pointing directly at the tip of the sword, and the sharp light sprayed out on the sword body.

I saw that the person's figure turned into sword light, and the ratio came, the edge was unstoppable, and at the same time, the sword qi went around, and several sword marks cracked on the bluestone.

The other three all set off together, and the halberd in the hand of the strong monk waved, and in an instant, a strong wind rose, and the crescent moon on the halberd drew a transparent hook, shaped into a wave of qi, and instantly flew towards Ming Bufan, and then waved a few, and it was full of swords and rain, and they came one after another.

The white monk, with an unknown number of cold needles in his hand, flew densely, carrying the rain of fire in the sky.

Ming Bufan's expression instantly changed to a solemn appearance, he didn't despise these people in his heart, although their flesh was fragile, but this kind of spell was extremely terrifying, I don't know how strong it was compared to some of the sect monks I had met before, and it was no wonder that Guo Hongfei was obviously two levels higher than their cultivation, but he was still almost victimized by it.

With such a power, if you are in it, I am afraid that you will have to drink and hate.

But the premise is that he was hit, only to see that between the electric light and flint, Ming Bufan's brows were like peaks, his eyes were like a red light, he took a deep breath, and a wave of qi gushed out from his abdomen, and the whole body was laxative, and the whole person exuded a terrible breath.

The fist in his hand was clenched, and in an instant, a strange force and arm swung out, and he went down.

"Boom !!!!!"

The earth shook, and all the rubble flew into the air.

A wave of qi went around, and the so-called hooked moon, cold needles, and fire rain were all washed away in an instant, and even blown away.

Only the sword light turned into by the monk surnamed Wang was the same as before, still spitting out sword light, and rushed towards it with murderous aura.

Ming Bufan was slightly surprised.

Make another palm in your hand, and the figure will go towards the other party.

In an instant, the tip of the palm and the tip of the sword collided, but the unexpected flesh and blood flying was not there, but the sword light was instantly shattered, and a figure fell out.

"This can't be!! how can a mortal break my sword technique!!"

The monk surnamed Wang's hair turned pale and shouted frantically, while the long sword in his hand was broken, and he spat blood from his mouth.

The sword had taken fifty years of life, but it had been shattered by one of its mortal palms, and he was on the verge of madness.

Ming Bufan's palm was also a little painful, and he felt that there should be a few bones in it that were broken.

waved his hand slightly, and then clenched his fist, the sound of bone stubble rubbing was terrible, and his footsteps were empty, just ready to use the dragon and tiger steps.

It's just that before he can use it, a picture appears that makes him want to laugh.

I saw a few invisible cold needles flying out, without a sound, passing through the heads of the monk surnamed Wang, the strong monk, and the Huayi monk, respectively, one of them had a residual madness on his face, and he wanted to continue casting spells in his hands for a while, and the other of them was panicked.

However, the next moment the frost was all over the place, and the faces of all three were permanently frozen, and then they fell on the ancient path.

"Big brother spare your life, big brother spare your life!!"

The white monk fell to his knees in an instant, he had already thought this when he heard Ming Bufan's words before, and now when he saw this, his heart was even more certain.

Rather than die with them, or attack them, and then seek that glimmer of life yourself.

Ming Bufan glanced at him twice, a robe covered the whole body, only a thin head was exposed, and his face was extremely ugly, emitting a white like a dead man.

"Also, who doesn't want to die, even like me, also wants to live, but here I have to die. ”

Ming Bufan sighed slightly in his heart.

Looking at the monk, he smiled and said:

"Tell me how I will spare your life. ”

The palm of the hand was raised slightly, and three white qi flew into the palm of the hand.

"I know what you are, it is the famous life-snatching spirit treasure - the green spirit, which not only takes the life of others, but also gives death to yourself. ”

When the white-faced monk heard this, he said quickly, almost inaudible, as if he was slow to die, or perhaps, if he was slow, he was really fatal, who knows what Ming Bufan's mood was, if it was like before, a short sword flew in, I am afraid that it would take his life.

"Oh, and what kind of name is there, let's see. ”

Ming Bufan was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there was really such a casual cultivator who knew this green spirit, even he himself didn't know how this green spirit was, and the only way to use and benefit it was also from the fortune teller's book, and there were many things he didn't know.

The white-faced monk looked up at Ming Bufan, and his heart was also very panicked, no one is afraid of death.

Immediately said: " Thousands of years ago, there was a demon who was born, that is, he had to hold a spiritual treasure called purple light, and purple light could absorb the essence of the stars and turn it into cultivation, and the demon had a practice, which was to burn the spiritual roots in the bodies of other monks as a spark to increase his cultivation, at that time, the demon was almost invincible in the world, but in the end he was killed by a hidden holy lord of the Dust Star Sect, and after that, many people were looking through the ancient books and found the record of the five spiritual treasures, which I don't know what it specifically said, only a sentence circulating in the world, the five spirits are evil, and blood and good become the heart of the devil。 ”

"Hmm, what do you mean?"

Ming Bufan said slightly, and he began to search for things on several people.

Seeing the white man's expression, he was very panicked, and he couldn't tell that he would come to search his body in the next moment.

Hurriedly removed his storage bag and put it aside, while he moved away slightly, and continued:

"Good is the opposite, which means that the evil one comes with a sea of blood and turns into a demon. ”

"Well, it's okay, listen to it, go on. ”

Ming Bufan took out an old book from the cloth bag of the monk surnamed Wang, and wrote 'Qingyun Jue' on it, seeing that Ming Bufan's heart was moved, the bones in his palm were still broken.

"After a thousand years, there is also a spiritual treasure, which is the green spirit in your hand, but the person who gets the green spirit is a little famous, that is, he was killed, and then he did not know where to go, until now, it is in the hands of the eldest brother. ”

The white-faced monk said tremblingly.

"Do you know that? ”

Ming Bufan pulled the robe on his upper body, revealing his chest, and pointed to the blood-colored hook moon hanging on the pendant and said.

The white-faced monk looked at it, but he didn't know, and he sighed in his heart.

"Isn't it also a spirit treasure?" This sentence echoed in his mind, and a kind of fear spread, and the spirit treasure was not what the spirit treasure was, and the other party asked himself like this, it seemed that he was going to poison him.

"I ..... I.... Know..... Dao"

The white-faced man said with a trembling mouth, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down and fell on his chin, turning into droplets of water.

"Yes, you know, by name?"

Ming Bufan had already searched the things of the sturdy monks not far from him, this person was unexpectedly a poor ghost, only a simple cultivation method, and there was no such thing as a spirit core.

In this way, he walked towards the white monk, for his current position was in front of the corpse of the monk in the Chinese clothes.

Hearing this, the white-faced monk instantly felt cold in his heart, it was even colder than the exercises he cultivated, and then when he saw Ming Bufan walking slowly, his face, which was already like a dead man, turned a little whiter.

"Called...... Call........ I.... Aware....... Called....."

"Is it called a blood injury?" said Ming Bufan.

"Yes... It's blood!!" said the white monk in a loud voice.

"Bang~"

A headless corpse slowly fell, and a white gas floated into his hand.

Ming Bufan took up the small cloth bag that he had taken out in advance, and looked at the contents slightly, a large pile of silver needles, and a book of exercises called 'Thousand Cold Needles', but Ming Bufan was not interested, tied it to his waist sleepily, and walked towards the Huayi monk.

At last.

Ming Bufan stood up, three coarse cloth bags hung on his waist, a total of six, two brocade cloth bags in his arms, and then the colorful leather skirt, with the dusty gold silk robe.

"Well, I remember reading a novel in my previous life, in which the beggar elder was like this, with a lot of cloth bags hanging on his body, and he looked similar to me. ”

Ming Bufan said that, he also laughed, the surrounding area was full of corpses, and the bluestone ancient road had been shattered by his punch, just a lot of flesh and blood everywhere.

"I'm a little similar to that beggar......

"Why don't I go and beg the monks for food, will they give me food?"

Ming Bufan shook his head with a smile and walked towards the ancient temple.

And the barrier full of cracks was just a punch away, shattering, dissipating into the air.

"Just let me see what good treasures there are, and then I will have more confidence to kill. ”