If you kill the Golden Cymbal Dharma King, you will naturally not return empty-handed, and there is a lot of loot.

The 'worth' of this golden-headed centipede is not comparable to that of his son. When Xu Xian killed the centipede essence in Qiantang County, only Neidan had some use on him, but this golden-headed centipede was different.

First of all, this is a demon beast with extraordinary blood, and it has at least a thousand years of Taoism, and the inner pill in its body is definitely infinitely useful.

Moreover, her pair of magic weapons, golden cymbals, are even more valuable!

It can be said that the reason why the Golden Cymbal Dharma King is so powerful is that most of them are owned by this pair of magic weapons, and I don't know what material it is.

"Brother Xu, I have a lot of use for this centipede essence's inner dan, I will take this. How about you take his pair of golden cymbals?" Li Pan suggested.

"Naturally, it is. It's just that, Brother Li, I'm afraid you're a little bit at a loss. Xu Xian said.

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King's Inner Pill is indeed precious, and can be used to refine pills, enhance cultivation, and the like, but in comparison, this pair of magic weapons is even more rare.

Cultivation can be accumulated by oneself on weekdays, and take it slowly little by little, as long as you have time. However, magic weapons are very rare and hard to find, especially powerful magic weapons like this pair of golden cymbals.

Li Pan smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "This pair of golden cymbals magic weapons is indeed extraordinary, but well, I lack everything, that is, I don't lack magic weapons." So this golden bowl is not very important to me. ”

Lack of anything, is there no shortage of magic weapons?

Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen were stunned when they heard this.

That's crazy!

Even if Bai Suzhen is at the peak of the cultivation of the Earth Immortal, he does not have many magic weapons on his body, and he is far from daring to say that he does not lack magic weapons. Li Pan dares to say this, what does he rely on?

Could it be that he is a core disciple of a certain top cultivation sect? It's just that if his background is so strong, why did such a big change happen in the first place, he was disqualified from the imperial examination, he was unable to participate in the imperial examination for the rest of his life, and he was deprived of his fame?

Even, even Jinling Academy refused to stand up and speak for him?

It's really confusing and incomprehensible.

"This golden cymbal may be useless for you, Brother Xu. But its material is very peculiar, Brother Xu, you take it, see if you can use it for your own use, and refine it into a magic weapon such as a flying sword. Li Pan said. "Brother Xu, although your heroic righteousness has reached the level of 'moving heaven and earth', it is incomparably powerful without magic weapons. But if you can have a magic weapon in your hand, you will still have a certain amount of blessings. ”

That's true.

Xu Xian's current sword of righteousness has no substance.

It's not that Xu Xian doesn't want it, but it's too difficult to find a magic weapon that can withstand Haoran righteousness and bless its power.

If this pair of golden cymbal materials can be used again to refine a flying sword, Xu Xian's strength will naturally be improved.

"Then you're welcome. Xu Xian put away the golden cymbals.

Li Pan said with a smile: "But Brother Xu really wants to refine the flying sword, let's wait a while." Now refining the flying sword, it should be too late to deal with the East China Sea Dragon Palace. ”

Xu Xian raised his eyebrows and asked, "The people from the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea are coming soon?"

Li Pan nodded, not only was he not afraid of panicking, but he also said with some expectation: "Hmm." It's coming. ”

Xu Xian didn't ask any more when he heard this.

Come on, I didn't think about hiding anyway, just see what kind of moths this East China Sea Dragon Palace can make.

After searching, the Golden Cymbal Dharma King went to Hangzhou Mansion alone this time, and he didn't bring anything else, and the valuable ones on his body were his Inner Dan and the magic weapon Golden Bowl.

So Xu Xian and Li Pan each took one thing and separated.

The Oiran Contest is about to begin, and Li Pan, as one of the judges, has to rush to the scene to help his confidante Pothos get the position of Oiran.

Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen returned home.

Fortunately, there was only one move in the courtyard with the Golden Cymbal King, and the damage was not too great, and a hole was punched out of the wall, but the house was fine, just ask someone to repair it.

The next day, nothing changed.

After nightfall, the power of the golden crow emitted by the sun star these days finally began to dissipate, and Bai Suzhen's mana gradually recovered.

By the dawn of the second day, Bai Suzhen had completely recovered her perfect cultivation, and she was finally relieved.

Now she has the confidence to accompany Xu Xian to face any difficulties, and she no longer has to be as worried and powerless as she was yesterday.

She would rather have something happen to herself than an official.

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Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

The father and son of Qiantang Jiang Laolong have lived here for more than two months.

In the past month, Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, was not too stingy, arranged for people to serve their father and son with good food and drink, and also appropriately gave some elixirs useful for healing, so the old dragon of Qiantang River has almost recovered from his injuries.

Of course, Mo Lie, who was cut off by Xu Xian with a dragon claw, would not be able to recover.

It is not an easy task to regenerate a dragon with broken claws, and the treasures consumed are too much. If Ao Guang's own son had his own claws cut off, he would definitely spend the cost to find all the medicines he needed, but the son of Qiantang Jiang Laolong, he wouldn't bother so much.

When I first came to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, I was very happy, and I felt that this place was so dreamy, and it was the base camp of their dragon clan, which was much better than the Dragon Palace of the Qiantang River, and it was quite a bit of a taste of joy.

He even regarded himself as a member of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea.

But as time passed, he slowly recognized the reality.

The East China Sea Dragon Palace only showed superficial respect for their father and son, but in fact, they didn't pay attention to them at all, and they weren't even honored guests!

Especially when the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea didn't think about helping him reborn with a severed limb at all, and when he also put forward a condition to take away his father's position as the god of the Qiantang River, Mo Lie was no longer half happy in his heart.

Yes, only hatred!

Of course, he was not stupid enough to reveal his hatred, but just silently remembered it in his heart.

If he had the opportunity in the future, he would definitely take revenge!

The enmity of Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen, he will definitely get it back.

Donghai's insult to their father and son, he will not forget!

"Father, when will the Dragon King help us avenge us?"

Morlie looked at his severed arm and asked with an expressionless face, not showing the slightest hatred.

Compared with the perverse and arrogant Moriel at the beginning, after suffering great disasters and humiliations, it is obvious that he is much more restrained and seems to have become mature.

It's just that his eyes and temperament always give people a gloomy and evil feeling from time to time, full of negative emotions.

The old dragon's injury has healed, and he has lost the position of the water god, but his strength has decreased sharply, and he has aged a lot, and he said in a deep voice: "It should be in the past few days." Today, the fifth prince Ao Shuang has just returned from going out, and he must stay for a day or two before he leaves. ”

"That's good. Moriel nodded, his eyes flickering, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.