Wang Chan looked down at the package in his hand, and couldn't laugh or cry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The identity of the old man, Wang Chan had already guessed, the old naughty boy Zhou Botong. It's just that what Wang Chan didn't expect was that he was calculated by him when they met for the first time.

However, Wang Chan didn't take it to heart at all, at this time, he was confident that even if he met a master of the fifth absolute level, he could fight, so what was this little desperate valley afraid of. Since it's something that is delivered to your door, there's no reason not to want it. Wang Chan opened the coarse cloth package, and his eyes suddenly lit up, only to see that there were four things in the bag, one of which was a small dagger with a handle inlaid with a bead the size of a dragon's eye core, emitting a soft glow, and the bead did not need to look at it to know that it was valuable. Reaching out and pulling out the dagger, he felt a cold light, obviously a sharp blade that urged hair to break hair.

Then Wang Chan reached out and took out a jade vial from his bag.

"Ruthless Dan!" "Gongsun Lucalyx on the side shouted after seeing it.

Wang Chan shook it slightly, took it into his arms, and looked down, only to see that there were still two things left in the package, a sheepskin seven or eight inches square and half a piece of Ganoderma lucidum.

The aura of the half of the Ganoderma lucidum is compelling, and Wang Chan can smell the rich fragrance from a long distance.

Wang Chan stretched out his hand and took it out, looked up at it in the distance, and swallowed it in one gulp. Although Wang Chan had already opened up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra of his body at this time and reached the first-grade realm, when he thought of the terrifying strength of the black robe, Wang Chan became more and more sure that he was far from being strong enough, and he would never let go of every opportunity to improve himself.

This Ganoderma lucidum has been in the climate for hundreds of years, Wang Zen clothes into the stomach, after a short time, I feel that the limbs are warm and comfortable, the spirit is lifted, and the mind is also greatly sensitive. In this short period of effort, Wang Chan felt that his own skills had reached a higher level.

"Even I can't afford to eat this 400-year-old Lingzhi, this little bastard, little bastard!" Somewhere not far from Wang Chan, Zhou Botong, who was quietly hiding here and waiting to watch Wang Chan's jokes, saw this scene, and was very annoyed in his heart, so angry that his white beard curled up one after another. But compared to feeling sorry for the half of the Ganoderma lucidum, Zhou Botong was even more annoyed that Wang Chan did not act according to the script he wrote.

"Thief, give us back!"

When a disciple of the Valley of Despair saw Wang Chan swallowing the lingzhi, he was furious and directly drew his sword and stabbed at him.

The sharp sword carried the sound of breaking wind to Wang Chan's chest, but when it stabbed three inches in front of Wang Chan, it suddenly stopped, and everyone only heard a crisp sound of "click", and the sword was instantly broken into two pieces, fell to the ground, and made a "clang" sound.

Seeing this scene, the faces of everyone in the Valley of Despair changed greatly.

However, Wang Chan didn't even raise his head, and casually threw the half of the sword blade held in his right hand to the ground, and continued to observe the sheepskin scroll.

This sheepskin scroll is actually a map, and it is the design of the Narcissus Villa in the Valley of Despair, the hall, the sword room, the zhi room, and the dan room...... Even the crocodile pond under the Danfang, as well as all the passages, are depicted one by one. The terrain of the Valley of Despair is complicated, and Wang Chan originally wanted to go into the valley to do something, but now he has to save even this.

"He Fangxiao is so small, he dares to break into my Heartless Valley to steal treasures!" a deep voice sounded.

When the group of Ruthless Valley disciples heard this, their faces immediately showed joy, and they looked at Wang Chan's eyes, and they regained their original expressions again.

"Big brother!"

In the midst of the respectful voices of the disciples of the Ruthless Valley, a figure slowly walked from a distance and appeared in front of everyone.

Wang Chan raised his eyes and saw that the person who came was a long-bearded old man in a green robe.

This old man is extremely short, no more than four feet, five mountains facing the sky, the appearance is strange, the most strange thing is that a bush of beard hangs straight to the ground, wearing a dark green cloth robe, green straw rope around the waist, the appearance is extremely strange. In his hand, he is holding a dragon head steel staff about one foot long, which is the eldest disciple of the Desperate Valley and the long-bearded ghost Fan Yiweng of the ghost of a cave in the West Mountain in the future.

"Hand over the things, and I will personally take you to my master to ask for your guilt, and maybe I can spare your life. Fan Yiweng lifted the steel rod and swung it slightly, stirring up a gust of wind. Immediately afterwards, there was a buzzing sound under the ground and the steel rod, which was really extraordinary.

"I've already eaten everything, so naturally I can't give it to you anymore. As for your master, I will go to see him myself later, and it is difficult to say who will spare whom's life at that time. Wang Chan looked at Fan Yiweng and chuckled.

"Speak wildly!"

Fan Yiweng shouted, waved the dragon head steel rod in his hand, snorted, swept towards Wang Chan, although his body was short, but it was amazing, the steel rod weighing more than 100 catties was waved out, the wind was very urgent, only blowing the sand on the ground. It is conceivable what will happen if you are beaten with this rod.

This Fan Yiweng's arm strength is not weaker than Darba's, but Wang Chan was not afraid of Darba at all before breaking through. What's more, now, Wang Chan raised his hand and slapped the dragon head steel rod, only to shock Fan Yiweng's tiger mouth cracked, and as soon as his hands were loosened, the hundred-pound dragon head steel rod fell directly to the ground, smashing out a small pit.

Fan Yiweng's eyes were full of horror, and the weapon in his hand was shocked with one move, even his master Gongsun Zhi couldn't do it, and the man in front of him looked like he would never be more than twenty years old, even if he started practicing martial arts since his mother's womb, he shouldn't have such a deep internal force.

"Cloth fishing net array!" Fan Yiweng waved his right hand and said in a deep voice.

In the crowd, four green-shirted disciples immediately walked out, only to see the human figure flickering, hurriedly moving the direction, the four people stood in the south, west, northwest, and north directions, forming an arc to surround Wang Chan, but vacant to the east.

"Close!" Fan Yiweng shouted.

The four Ruthless Valley disciples suddenly opened a large green fishing net in their hands, and fell towards Wang Chan with their heads, and these four people were extremely skillful. This fishing net is made of extremely tough and soft gold wire, which is not easy to cut even if it is a sword or sword. The technique of the four people to carry the net is very peculiar and fast, cross-moving, covering the sky and the earth, even the strongest masters are difficult to deal with.

Wang Chan looked up at the fishing net that fell from the top of his head, holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, and the bloody knife burst out of its sheath.

A ray of blood lit up and slashed directly at the fishing net.

The four disciples of the Desperate Valley only felt a shock all over their bodies, but with the dispersion power of the fishing net, they finally blocked it, and they continued to move downward.

But immediately after, the second blood ray, the third blood ray, and the fourth blood ray...... Keep lit up.

Wang Chan's knife was so fast that no one present could see it clearly except for Zhou Botong, who was hiding in the shadows. Every time Wang Chan made a knife, the faces of the four people turned white, and the golden wire fishing net could be unloaded, and it would eventually have its bottom line. As long as one or two percent of the strength rushes out, it is not something that these four Ruthless Valley disciples can bear.

Zhou Botong saw the key at a glance.