Although the one-eared bald evil cultivator was only a pseudo-celestial, and he was not a real martial artist of the Heavenly and Human Realm, he was also an existence beyond the realm of metamorphosis after all.

Although Ye Xiaobai was not afraid, he did not take it lightly at all, this bald evil cultivator can be regarded as the strongest person he has fought since he cultivated.

But as soon as the two fought, the bald evil cultivator didn't seem to be deceitful, deliberately showing weakness. But he didn't expect that the seemingly ferocious, boundless killing move, was so vulnerable under his own punch, it was like a devastating one.

Ye Xiaobai had some doubts in his heart, seeing that the bald evil cultivator had no movement, he immediately took the preemptive action, and in the blink of an eye, the figure had already appeared in front of the bald evil cultivator, and when he raised his hand, he punched out, and the shot was like thunder.

"Bastard boy!"

Ye Xiaobai was so fast, he couldn't hide his ears quickly, and the bald evil cultivator originally wanted to avoid his body, but he could avoid it, so he had to meet it immediately.

Zhen Yuan was surging, the blood was as red as a man, and the blood-colored palm print the size of half a human rushed straight towards Ye Xiaobai's fist. After all, this bald evil cultivator was unwilling to fight with Ye Xiaobai.

It seems that the blood-colored palm prints that can open the mountain and crack the stone, under Ye Xiaobai's punch, are as brittle as rotten wood, and suddenly shatter and turn into the true Yuan Gangfeng, stirring in the air, and the mountains and forests below him are naturally a scene of flying sand and stones.

The bald evil cultivator had a gloomy face, and his heart was extremely angry, he had never been in such a situation since he had cultivated.

In front of this kid, he seemed to be weakened, even if he cultivated to a kid far higher than the kid in front of him, holding a butcher's knife in his hand, he instantly turned into rotten wood.

Ye Xiaobai's fighting intent was undiminished, a blood-colored palm print couldn't stop him at all, and he had already killed in front of the bald evil cultivator in a hurry, and when he faced him, he raised his hand and struck a thunderous blow.

Bang!

With a roar, the fists and palms met, and in the collision of the true yuan, Ye Xiaobai only felt that his fist seemed to hit a jet of water.

Although the two were at a stalemate with each other, Ye Xiaobai found that his fist was like a red-hot fine iron, and the other party was like a piece of cold ice, and the true yuan quickly melted away when it collided, and the bald evil cultivator wanted to block it, so he had to keep increasing the cold power, that is, the true yuan.

It seems to be endless, but in fact, the consumption of true yuan is huge, and if you punch yourself, you have to use several times the true yuan to resist.

The bald evil cultivator was reluctant to fight with Ye Xiaobai in close combat, so he instigated Zhenyuan to shake Ye Xiaobai back with one palm, and once again distanced himself from Ye Xiaobai. Staring at Ye Xiaobai, the bald evil cultivator's face was gloomy as if he had touched charcoal ashes.

And Ye Xiaobai, staring at the bald evil cultivator, smiled slightly, as if he had found something interesting in his eyes.

"Your true essence doesn't seem to be so strong. ”

Although he didn't know the reason, Ye Xiaobai could be sure that his true yuan did suppress the other party.

"Yellow-haired boy, what do you think you can do like this, you have to die today. ”

As soon as the bald cultivator beckoned, a flag appeared out of thin air and was held in his hand.

The banner was about six feet tall and as black as ink, except for the red runes on the surface of the banner and a black skeleton on the top of the pole, which looked hideous and evil.

"Boy, after a while, you will become the nourishment of this "Black Demon Flag", and I will definitely extract all your essence and blood, and refine not a drop into this ghost flag. ”

Seeing that this bald evil cultivator suddenly took out a strange black flag, Ye Xiaobai's eyes suddenly jumped.

Ye Xiaobai carefully looked at the black banner held in the hand of the bald evil cultivator, and his gaze shifted to the hand he held the flag. There is a ring on the index finger.

Storage rings. Ye Xiaobai was sure that this bald evil cultivator was carrying a storage ring on his hand.

The most common storage weapon used by monks is the storage bag, and in addition to the storage bag, there are many other storage magic weapons.

Almost as long as it is commonly used by monks, such as bracelets, earrings, rings, etc., can be refined into storage magic weapons.

But storage bags are the easiest to refine and the least expensive of them all.

A storage bag only costs a few dozen medium-grade spirit stones, and the disciples of the Star Picking Sect will have one per person when they get started, which can be regarded as a benefit of the sect.

As for the storage ring, as far as Mo Fan knew, there were definitely no more than ten inner disciples in the Star Picking Sect who had storage rings.

Although the storage bag is easy to carry, it is far less reliable and safe than the storage jewelry, which is worn closely.

However, as long as it is a storage ornament, it is extremely difficult to refine, and it is not something that ordinary refiners can complete at all.

Among them, the main materials for refining storage accessories, pure gold and mythril, are not available to ordinary monks and warriors.

Although gold and silver were only materials for refining in the eyes of the monks, they were not very precious, but a gram of Mithril required several tons of silver to extract!

It is said that because a refiner mentioned a lot of Mithril and gold essence, he frantically purchased gold and silver in a small country, causing prices in the small country to plummet, and the people were struggling to make a living, and almost ended up destroying the country!

A storage ring a few feet square is worth all the property of a medium-sized family like Du Chen.

This shows the rarity and preciousness of these storage magic weapons.

For a while, Mo Fan stared at the bald-headed evil cultivator in the distance, his eyes lit up, and even the ghostly black flag he held in his hand seemed less intimidating.

"I didn't see it, this guy is still a nouveau riche!" Mo Fan's heart was surging, and there was a kind of excitement that he was about to get rich.

Seeing that Mo Fan was stunned, the bald evil cultivator thought that Mo Fan was taken by the black demon banner in his hand, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer.

Raising his hand, he waved the ghost flag in his hand, and in an instant, the blood-colored runes on the ghost flag emitted a dazzling red light, and the black qi of the Dao Dao burst out from the surface of the flag, turning into the appearance of skeletons.

Without waiting for this bald evil cultivator to do something, Ye Xiaobai suddenly stepped forward to kill, raised his hand and punched, shooting out a golden fist shadow, wanting to explore the void and reality.

The skeletons that burst out of the black flags turned into skeletons in an instant, turning into skulls one by one, and when they opened their mouths, they bit the golden fist shadow that Ye Xiaobai punched, like evil ghosts.

Ye Xiaobai's fist shadow was instantly surrounded by these skulls made of black gas, and it was instantly shattered under Qi Qi's bite, turning into a golden gangfeng, fist shadow, and the black qi dissipated.

Ye Xiaobai's heart jumped, these black qi that burst out of the black flags in the hands of the bald evil cultivator seemed to be no longer suppressed by his true yuan.

Seeing that Ye Xiaobai's fist shadow was shattered, the bald evil cultivator had a smug look, staring at Ye Xiaobai with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Boy, now I know it's too late, I said, none of you can escape, you all have to die here today, and I will refine the essence and blood of your body!"

As he spoke, the bald evil cultivator frantically urged the ghost banner in his hand, and for a while, a storm seemed to surge from the black flag, and the black banner was like a gate, and the black gas that covered the sky and the sun gushed out from the black flag, and soon covered the sky where Ye Xiaobai and the bald evil cultivator were located!

"Gather!"

The bald evil cultivator shook his finger, and the black qi that covered the sky and the sun rolled and surged, condensing, as if some monster was about to be born from the black clouds!