The horse died, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. Even before the last ray of vitality dissipated, he still didn't understand why Jiang Qifeng dared to make a move.

Jiang Qifeng wiped the blood stains on the knife on Ma Yi's robe, and then began to carefully look at Ma Yi's magic weapon ink stick.

This ink stick is made of a piece of black iron, the length of the zhang is short, the thickness of the bowl mouth, and the word 'Ruyi' is engraved on it.

Jiang Qifeng leaned down and prepared to pick up this wishful ink stick, this horse is really a fortune boy. That is, there is a magic device for sending immortals. There will be spirit stones or something.

Well, why can't you hold it. Jiang Qifeng didn't expect that he couldn't take this wishful ink stick from Ma Yi. How is it possible, could this be a Dharma weapon to recognize the Lord.

Jiang Qifeng tried to convey aura to the Ruyi ink stick, but the Ruyi ink stick did not move at all.

"I'll take it. The barren on the side didn't see Jiang Qifeng's embarrassment, and reached out and picked up the Ruyi ink stick from Ma Yi's corpse.

"How can you afford him?" Jiang Qifeng said in surprise.

"That's how I took it with my hands. As he spoke, he danced a stick with a wishful ink stick, as if this wishful ink stick fit his hand very well.

Jiang Qifeng was stunned when he heard this, I can't see that you are holding it with your hands. This is only how long they have been with them, and before they know it, they have been contaminated with Jiang Qifeng's habit of choking people.

"No infusion of aura?" Jiang Qifeng tried to ask.

"No, I don't. He also tossed the wishful ink stick to show that he was not using spiritual power.

"Hand it to me. Jiang Qifeng didn't believe that he could hold it, so he couldn't hold it.

Holding the Ruyi ink stick, he handed the other end to Jiang Qifeng.

Jiang Qifeng took it easily, and instantly felt that the power of Wanjun was pressing towards him. He quickly withdrew his hand, and the wishful ink stick fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?" he hurriedly picked up the Ruyi ink stick from the ground and wiped it very preciously.

"Nothing, nothing. Jiang Qifeng looked at the base who cared about the Ruyi ink stick very much and said: "I think you are as good as this Ruyi ink stick, so it is better to give him to you." ”

"What about mine? I don't even have a magic weapon to take advantage of. Yuan Yue and Yan Gu shouted in unison, but there was no displeasure at all.

They were all sincerely convinced by what Jiang Qifeng had done just now, not only did they not send the little junior sister out, but they also had an extra immortal weapon and a magic weapon for no reason.

"Yes, yes, yes. If you meet someone you like in the future, tell me. I'll grab it for you. Jiang Qifeng smiled and agreed. As the head of a sect, he naturally has to seek benefits for the disciples of this sect.

Just when there was harmony in the hall, there were dozens of sounds of breaking the air and landing outside the main hall.

"The disciples of the Molin Sect came to deliver the spirit stones and spiritual weapons of your sect on the orders of the sect master. ”

They immediately looked at Jiang Qifeng, their eyes full of inquiry. Yes, you just killed the young sect master of the people, and before you had time to destroy the corpse and destroy the traces, the people of the sect came.

"Don't panic, come out with me to have a look. Jiang Qifeng's face did not change and took the lead out of the main hall.

On the bluestone square in front of the main hall of the Jade Maiden Peak, more than a dozen disciples of the Molin Sect who had fallen behind Ma Yi before finally arrived at the Haoran Sect.

When they saw Jiang Qifeng walking out of the main hall, they hurriedly bowed and saluted, although the Mo Lin Sect had the intention to annex the Haoran Sect, but this did not do them much good. Even if they completely occupied the Taishang Lotus Huashan, they were just ordinary outer disciples of the Molin Sect.

Unless they can cultivate to the Void Netherworld Realm or are the descendants of the sect master or elder in the sect like Ma Yi before they can enter the inner gate to cultivate, they will always be an outer disciple. can never afford to provoke the Haoran Sect, which is bigger than a horse with a skinny camel.

Jiang Qifeng looked at the wooden box carried by the dozen or so disciples of the Molin Sect and said with satisfaction: "Quick, quick, fast." Put it down. So much, I'm tired along the way. ”

A small leader of the outer sect of the Molin Sect led by him hurriedly said: "It's not hard, it's not hard. Being able to do things for the sect master is a blessing that we have cultivated for several lifetimes. ”

"Since doing things for me is a blessing that you have cultivated over several lifetimes, then you don't mind focusing on your blessings. Come, bring the spirit stone to me, come closer, let me see. Jiang Qifeng said politely at all.

The little boss won't be a whole person. Why don't you follow the process, people like them who often run errands like this, see people talk about people, and it is natural to talk nonsense when they see ghosts. Usually the other party will be humble after hearing him so flattering, why is this one not modest at all today.

The rest of the Mo Lin Sect carried the boxes containing spirit stones and spirit weapons to Jiang Qifeng and opened them one by one for Jiang Qifeng to inspect.

It was also the first time they had encountered someone who didn't believe in their Molin Sect. Those who dared to do this in the past are either dead or unable to live.

"Well, it looks good. Jiang Qifeng took out a spirit stone from the open box, held it in his hand, felt its pure spiritual power, and asked, "With such a thing, aren't you afraid of being robbed?"

That little boss almost fell to the ground, who dared to rob our Molin Sect of things without opening his eyes. Eat the ambition leopard can't do it.

How did he know that there really were such people. It wasn't that long ago that it was right in front of his eyes.

"Naturally, I am not afraid, my Molin Sect still has the influence of walking the world. At least, I haven't heard of anyone who dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head. The little boss replied.

"Okay, I'll take it. Go back. Jiang Qifeng waved his hand, signaling that they could leave.

The little leader always felt that something was wrong, turned around and walked a few steps, and suddenly looked back and said, "That, before, my young sect master of the Molin Sect came to your sect one step ahead of us. I wonder if the sect master has ever seen it?"

"Oh, Ma Yi is here?" Jiang Qifeng looked around and said, "I didn't see him coming, will he get lost." Go and find it. ”

Zhong Ting stared at Jiang Qifeng with wide eyes, how did you open your eyes and talk nonsense, your face did not change, your heart did not beat, your face did not blush, and you did not pant. You can say that you are lost.

"So, that's a nuisance. The little leader turned to leave, when he suddenly noticed the wishful ink stick in his hand.

"It's not good, there's a deception!" the little leader of the Molin Sect shouted and drew his saber.

"Hands-on. Jiang Qifeng shouted almost at the same time, lifted the knife in his hand and slashed towards the small leader of the Molin Sect.

After receiving the order, he danced the Ruyi ink stick and rushed into the disciples of the Molin Sect who had not fully reacted.

Before he could resist, the little leader of the Molin Sect heard a jingling sound, but it was Jiang Qifeng who jumped up and sacrificed his limbs. Immediately afterwards, this disciple of the Molin Sect was stabbed by Jiang Qifeng.

The bulwark that got the magic weapon over there was even more like entering a no-man's land, and the battle ended in a band of the stick.

Jiang Qifeng put away his limbs and was about to clean up the chaos in the field, but when he looked up, he saw sixteen golden characters slowly emerging from the position of Tianxin.

'Zhongzhou is restless, and the Imperial Law Pavilion is out. Three years later, a guest was established. ’

Zhong Ting looked at these sixteen big characters and muttered, "Tianxin Preaching Post!"