Weng Zhihan said in a low voice, "At first, I just wanted to use the spiritual objects on your body to help me refine a demon rope. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and then go to get back Tsukidan with your own hands. However, in order to further understand your strength and get back Tsukidan in advance, I decided to take you to Niushou Mountain. ”

"Zhuji Dan, you are an ordinary Qi refining cultivator, how can you have Zhuji Dan!" Lu Xiaotian looked shocked and didn't believe the authentic way.

"Is it impossible? In fact, what you know about my grievances with Qian Dali is only the tip of the iceberg, and the Zhuji Dan that I got in this underground palace was not one, but two!" Weng Zhihan sighed, took out the larger inkstone from the package on his back, stretched out his hand, and the inkstone constructed of bluestone was crushed, revealing a small cloth bag inside. Weng Zhihan opened the cloth bag, and inside was a Dan bottle, exuding a powerful fragrance of pills, this ordinary Dan bottle could not isolate the breath of Zhuji Dan at all.

The corner of Lu Xiaotian's eyes was slightly surprised, the shabby-looking linen cloth was not simple, it could isolate the spiritual power of the elixir so thoroughly, making people think that the inkstone was just an ordinary mortal thing, it was really an ingenious design.

"At the beginning, I was attacked by Qian Dali and was seriously injured, and I knew that if I carried this Zhuji Dan with me, I would definitely be taken away by Qian Dali. So I wrapped it up and placed it somewhere else. Then he fled back to Lingxiao Palace. Because if he is caught by Qian Dali on the way, he can't find this pill on my body, and he will definitely not kill me, so he can save his life. ”

Speaking of this arrangement, Weng Zhihan's bare head shook proudly. Then he said hatefully, "Who knew that Qian Dali's old thing was not shallow, and he was able to get away with building a foundation at a great age, and he also trapped the old man in the Heishuizhai mine and never saw the light of day." If I hadn't met you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had a chance to come out again. I really have to thank you for that. ”

"That's how you thank me?" Lu Xiaotian said as he sat down with his back against the stone wall.

"Cultivating the Immortal Avenue, the weak eat the strong. Although you are a resolute person and a resolute temperament, I have only seen it in my life, but in the end you are a young man and arrogant. I thought that my strength was strong and my cultivation was much higher than mine, so I thought that I couldn't turn your palm?

Weng Zhihan snorted coldly, and then looked at Lu Xiaotian greedily, "Of course, you must also have some great secret on you, otherwise how can you cultivate spells to such a supernatural level while rapidly improving your cultivation, and at the same time, you are also an extremely powerful insect cultivator." There will also be alchemy. To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed that an ordinary monk could have done what you did. But from now on, everything you have will naturally be mine. Aren't you going to say something before you die? Tell me your secrets, and for the sake of a friendship, I can make you die a happy death. ”

"I have only one word for an old thing like you with sinister intentions. Lu Xiaotian said fiercely.

"What's the matter?" Weng Zhihan's old face sank, and he held the hand that bound the demon rope tightly, looking at Lu Xiaotian's posture, he didn't plan to cooperate.

"You can die. The corners of Lu Xiaotian's mouth suddenly stilted, and with a wave of his left hand, a black shadow flashed.

"You're not injured?" Weng Zhihan was taken aback at first, then smiled coldly, and waved out the demon rope with his right hand to resist Lu Xiaotian's deathly counterattack. Lu Xiaotian's hole cards are endless, and he is very jealous of Lu Xiaotian, so even when he was talking just now, he was still secretly on guard.

Now that he has a magic weapon in his hand, even if Lu Xiaotian has some hole cards, he is just an ordinary monk who has been in Lingxiao Palace for more than six years, how powerful can he be?

The demon rope snapped out. Even if it is a top-grade spiritual weapon, it can't withstand the blow of the demon rope. The demon rope is quite spiritual, and as soon as the rope is wound, it will encircle the black shadow. It's just that Weng Zhihan didn't expect that the black shadow was quite sharp, and under the violent trembling, the shadow dispersed, revealing a small black sword inside, and its body size skyrocketed to more than two feet, and it actually split the demon binding rope.

"Magic weapon flying sword!impossible, how can you have a magic weapon!" Weng Zhihan screamed, looking hysterical and terrified.

"Since you even have Tsukidan, why can't I have a magic weapon?"

Lu Xiaotian asked rhetorically, and manipulated the magic sword to wipe Weng Zhihan's neck. Weng Zhihan was suddenly startled, and hurriedly blocked it with a demon rope, but the black sword only shook in a false way, and suddenly turned in a direction, straight down, and the skin and flesh cracked.

Weng Zhihan screamed miserably, and suddenly retreated, a deep sword wound appeared on his waist, and at the same time, the storage bag he snatched from the black-armored man was also cut off by this sword. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and sucked the storage bag into his hand. Just now, Weng Zhihan put the Tsukidan in it, Lu Xiaotian was slightly excited in his heart, he couldn't imagine that the Tsukidan that he had been thinking about for a long time would be so good, and it would not be in vain to rush for months.

"You, return Tsukidan to me, I'll fight with you!" Weng Zhihan was extremely angry, regardless of his waist, he controlled the demon rope like a mad tiger and rolled towards Lu Xiaotian.

"It's up to you, but it's just the seventh layer of qi refining, and it's still a little worse. Lu Xiaotian smiled, the black magic sword had been cultivated for several months, completely erasing the aura left by the black-robed old man. It's already like a finger.

And although Weng Zhihan used refining tools to deceive him into a lot of medium-grade spirit stones, they could be consumed for a long time. But after all, the cultivation is not as good as Lu Xiaotian, it is a few layers worse, and although the demon binding rope is also extremely powerful, it is only a magic weapon that has just been refined, and it has not been contaminated with the breath of any monk, refining is relatively easy, but it also needs to be refined, if you give Weng Zhihan a pillar of incense, it will be much more troublesome to clean up Weng Zhihan.

It's just that as soon as it was refined, Lu Xiaotian repelled the Black Iron Tower and a group of eight people, and did not give Weng Zhihan time to refine the demon binding rope. Originally, Weng Zhihan thought that with a magic weapon in his hand, even if he didn't refine it, he could stabilize Lu Xiaotian, who would have thought that Lu Xiaotian, an ordinary monk, would be able to have a magic weapon without any background. Weng Zhihan scratched his head and couldn't figure it out, if he had a magic weapon, why would he be killed in the mine by the disciple of Lingxiao Palace who had a black Jiaojiao scissor and ran away in embarrassment?

Several battles, ropes and swords. Weng Zhihan added several more wounds to his body. Due to the gap between the two in cultivation, Lu Xiaotian's control over magic weapons was obviously higher.

The black magic sword flashed, Weng Zhihan screamed miserably, and the right arm holding the demon rope was broken. Ignoring the severe pain on his body, Weng Zhihan stretched out his left hand to grab the demon rope in his hand and pinch the last life-saving straw.

It's just that compared to speed, Lu Xiaotian is much faster. Two small fireballs flew one after another, Weng Zhihan had to shrink back, and in an instant, Lu Xiaotian flew forward a few feet and grabbed the demon rope in his hand.

"Why don't you kill me?" Losing his last support, Weng Zhihan's face was like ashes, giving up all resistance, in fact, resistance was useless, Lu Xiaotian now had two magic weapons in his hand, and he wanted to take his life without much effort.