"Little thief, I know some means, I think I am more capable, I didn't have real combat means before, so I let you hold up a few tricks, but now I want to see how arrogant you are!"

"I don't feel how capable I am in Xia, isn't this helpless, this sect's small business is small, and the Yuan Infant Period is not enough, so I can only take it out to support the field, and I hope Your Excellency will give me more advice, don't leave your hands!" Han Mingfeng said lightly.

"Don't worry, the old man won't keep his hand, and he will still hold the head of the item to pay tribute to my junior brother!" The thin old man snorted, and then raised his hand without hesitation and took out a black giant flag.

This giant banner is not a side object, it is the same thing he used when he fought with Han Ming more than half a year ago, it was embroidered with a six-armed two-horned ancient beast, and under the urging of the thin old man, it seemed to come to life, opening its teeth and dancing claws, devouring the surrounding demonic qi in a big mouth.

"Go!" The thin old man grabbed the flagpole and repeated his old trick, once again using this magic flag as a javelin and projecting it at Han Ming.

"Don't you change your tricks, then I'll give you a different way to deal with it!" Han Ming smiled when he saw this, raised his hand slightly, and took out a simple gossip.

"Yu!" Han Ming lightly touched the gossip, and in an instant, a thick aura was stimulated, and with a slight turn, a giant gossip phantom of the size of half a zhang was formed, which slowly rotated in front of Han Ming.

When this gossip recipe was taken out, its appearance was not good, except for the faint exudation of a simple atmosphere, there was nothing special, but as soon as Fang was urged, it burst out with a rich and thick qi, and the aura was bursting.

The phantom of the gossip took shape, and the black banner had already attacked the front, but Han Ming was not surprised, but he just lightly pointed at the back of the gossip, and shouted in a low voice: "Block!"

"Buzz, squeak. A series of rotating sounds, the speed of the gossip phantom increased sharply, and a circle of special spirit patterns rippled out, intersecting together and condensing into a special ancient character.

If a monk who knows the ancient characters sees it, he immediately recognizes it, and it is the word 'block'.

The ancient character flickered slightly, blocking the front of the black magic flag.

The black magic flag is menacing, with a surging demonic energy, it is a mountain, and it can be directly pierced, the ancient characters are light and fluttering, it is even weaker than a piece of paper, light and thin, just from the appearance, the two cannot be compared at all, the black magic flag is afraid that it will easily penetrate the ancient characters.

But as soon as Fang came into contact, the situation made the thin old man frown, and the black magic banner was blocked by the word 'block', the word 'block' was like an extremely high-level defensive ancient treasure, and the black magic flag couldn't even make it fluctuate.

"Fall!" Han Ming smiled when he saw this, and with a light touch of one hand, the sound of the machine started again, and the gossip was reversed.

The gossip quickly turned around, and the word 'block' twisted slightly, first dissipated, and then condensed slightly towards the middle, forming another ancient character, but it was a 'fall' word.

The word 'fall' was like a willow leaf, slowly descending, sticking to the black giant banner with a raging demonic aura, and then it was like an invisible one, passing through the demonic qi, falling on the surface of the giant flag, and directly melting into it.

In the next moment, the black magic flag trembled violently, and the surrounding demonic qi dissipated instantly, as if it had been cut off from the thin old man, and it seemed to have its spinal cord removed, turning from a mighty magic treasure into a mortal banner, falling directly from the sky.

"How is this possible!" The thin old man was shocked when he saw this, his divine sense spread over, and he grabbed the magic flag, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, the magic flag was not destroyed, nor was there any damage, but it was cut off from contact, and now it was reconstructed, and it was easy to take it back.

As soon as his mind moved, the thin old man was about to take back the black magic flag, but at this moment, he heard a sneer from Han Ming on the other side: "Since you are here, you have to leave some marks!" Immediately, the word 'melt' fell from the gossip, and it seemed to fall on the demon flag with restrained demonic energy.

The word 'melt' dissipated on its own after touching the magic flag, but there was an extra golden flame on the magic flag, looking at the golden light, but there was no heat wave, but it was cold and faint.

If you are a monk with pupil skills, if you take a closer look, you will find that this is not actually a flame, but tens of thousands of quaint small characters, forming a special rune seal, entering the inside of the magic flag, constantly melting the formation patterns in it.

The golden flame only burned for two breaths, and then extinguished itself, and the magic flag was also summoned back by the thin old man, and with a slight probe, his face was suddenly gloomy like water, and a small half of the formation patterns inside the rather extraordinary magic treasure were destroyed, and the power was greatly damaged.

The power of the current demon flag has been reduced by more than half, although it can still be used, but it is no longer suitable for the use of the Yuan Infant Fighting Method, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is half ruined.

"What kind of treasure are you!" The thin old man stared at the gossip in front of Han Ming and asked in a deep voice, with a hint of fire in his eyes.

This gossip was urged by a fake baby, but it could destroy his magic flag with a single look, so strong, it is definitely a rare secret treasure, if he is urged by this primordial infancy, the power is unimaginable, how can he not be moved.

Han Ming looked at the thin old man's expression, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and he smiled contemptuously: "I'll talk to you." Then he gently turned his hand and put away the gossip, this is the secret treasure obtained by the eagle's nest, it is very powerful, and now he has only exerted a small half of his power, and he is afraid that he still needs to be after the Yuan Infant Period, and now use it, some of it is too mana!

Later, I want to make up a little more and talk about "The Second Immortal Fan Dao" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~