Meng Fanlin was still angry just now, but at this moment, he suddenly smiled, and Han Yuan's heart trembled and he raised his vigilance. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He would not be blinded by Meng Fanlin's seemingly innocent smile. Don't look at him as an ordinary appearance of a simple peasant child, he is a serious old monster under this skin. Although the two are not a life-and-death feud, they definitely don't mind finding a loophole to solve each other, that is, to maintain harmonious cooperation on the surface. Right now, Meng Fanlin actually smiled so happily at him, there is a ghost.

However, Meng Fanlin's request was not excessive, and Han Yuan also nodded in response: "You can get it, this is a natural thing, and it should be." But this box is all in front of me, open the box and take the treasure back to the outer door, what else do you want me to do?"

Meng Fanlin glanced at him and said helplessly: "The box is in front of me, and I can't get it." I don't know which dead man is in the hand of the key, the mine sea bronze, the falling star purple gold, you will open it?"

Forehead...... This really can't be opened. After being reminded by Meng Fanlin, Han Yuan remembered that this was really a big problem. Whether it is Mine Sea Bronze or Falling Star Purple Gold, it is a good precious spiritual mine, and one piece can create a superb magic weapon, and the hardness is naturally impeccable. Now it is used to make a chest, and the defensive formation on it may have failed for a long time, but if the hardness of the ore is put here, it will be an invulnerable turtle shell. They are all just practicing qi cultivation, although the treasure chest is left unmoved for them to bang, and they don't even think about opening a crack for three days and three nights.

Seeing Han Yuan's expression, Meng Fanlin also became comfortable: "Do you think I stayed here to sleep? If it weren't for that, the old man would have taken his things back a long time ago, where would it be your turn." In a word, you and I have teamed up to open these three boxes, and no one wants to take the contents inside. ”

This is indeed a problem. Han Yuan frowned, looked at it carefully, and put forward an idea: "Look, these three boxes are not nailed to the ground, they should be able to be taken back and opened slowly, right?"

That's a good idea. No matter how hard this box is, it can't withstand the cutting day and night. And the most important thing for cultivators is time, for the treasures of the fourth order, a few months of water grinding kung fu is nothing. Besides, when I return to the outer door, I can use more means, and I can always think of a way to solve it. When the time comes, the remaining ore can still be used to set spells.

Unfortunately, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is very cruel. Meng Fanlin rejected Han Yuan's proposal: "No, if you can take it, I'll take it early." The low-level magic circle on the storage bag can only withstand the first and second order spirit ores at most, and the density of spirit ores above the third order is too great, unless there are some special spirit ores, the storage bag will be broken the moment other spirit ores are put in. The Mine Sea Bronze is a third-order spirit ore that has been refined the day after tomorrow, and a large fist can scrap a storage bag. ”

The spiritual ore is dense. How to calculate this, only the refiner knows, and Han Yuan is not clear. However, the higher the level of spiritual ore, the greater the density of spiritual ore, which is common knowledge in the cultivation realm. Although the Mine Sea Bronze is an acquired third-order spirit ore made from a pile of second-order spirit ores in proportion, it is also a real third-order spirit ore, and with the lowest-level storage bag on their bodies, they really can't take it away. You can't go back with one person in person, right? Not to mention that you can't hold it, I don't know how many people's eyeballs will be attracted along the way, for fear that you won't be able to attract enemies.

Can't open it, can't take it away. The three bronze boxes in front of me are really troublesome to put the treasure but can't get it!

Seeing Han Yuan frowning, Meng Fanlin showed a natural smile and threw out the words he had planned a long time ago: "So the old man said, you have to work hard." Although you and I are both in the Qi training period, we always have the trick to press the bottom of the box, right? As long as you and I work together, even if we can't open it once, two or three times are enough. ”

That sounds like a good idea. Thinking that the two are also in a cooperative relationship now, Meng Fanlin himself also wants to take things, so there is no need to lie to him. Han Yuan let go of the doubts in his heart and nodded in agreement.

Meng Fanlin pointed to the palm-sized purple gold lock on the box and talked eloquently: "Look, the core is on this lock." The treasure vault of the Nine Treasures Pavilion uses a nine-fold formation structure, although it is not bad to say, but what kind of person is the old man, it is effortless to break them. The Falling Star Purple Gold is a second-order spirit mine, it is not hard, as long as it can burst out with the attack strength of the Foundation Building Monk in one place, it can be broken!"

"Well, you stand here, wait for a while to face the center of this lock, compress the spiritual power as much as possible, and show your ability to press the bottom of the box - the old man knows that you have cultivated the Ice Blade Thousand Flashes. It's a pity that this is a large-scale storm, it would be better if there was a sword technique or something...... "Meng Fanlin was commanding there, looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he had already made sufficient preparations and was ready.

"Okay, right?" Han Yuan frowned and turned his face slightly to look at Meng Fanlin. It stands to reason that this matter is very easy, it is nothing more than to take out the attack power of the bottom of the box and blast it at the purple gold lock, there is no danger at all. But for some reason, he was always a little hairy in his heart, and his eyebrows jumped several times, and he intuitively felt that danger was coming.

Han Yuan trusts his instincts. His instincts were always accurate, and he had saved him many times in the past. Although the word intuition is very subtle, it is especially credible for cultivators. Therefore, although Han Yuan obeyed Meng Fanlin's command, he still secretly raised his vigilance. Of course, vigilance is vigilance, and it has come to this point, because this intuition is ridiculous to stop. Han Yuan just kept a hand, careful guard.

Could it be that there is any mystery on this box, and if there is a formation, it will be stimulated?

Han Yuan didn't have time to think too much, Meng Fanlin had already raised his hand, and a jet-black ghost-headed long banner loomed in the air, and a thick black poisonous evil gushed out of it, turning into a black dragon and rotating around the long flag. His face was also serious, he didn't care about his previous thoughts, the frost sacrifice sword on his right hand flickered, and his left hand hit several magic seals in a row, and a cold air immediately spread in the air.

Han Yuan still kept an eye on it in the end, and did not use the "Thunderbolt", which was the strongest attack he currently had, but chose the Ice Blade Thousand Flashes that Meng Fanlin knew. The temperature around him dropped by a layer in an instant, and droplets of water condensed in the air, and then turned into ice crystal swords and surrounded the Frost Sacrifice Sword, twisting into a silver ray and heading straight for the lock in the middle box.

At the same time, Meng Fanlin's attack had also been completed. His hands were pierced with flowers and butterflies, and the long banner waved violently in the air, and the poisonous evil qi that was originally just circling and rotating immediately stirred up like boiling water, and the black dragon formed by the poisonous evil qi suddenly raised its head, as if it was looking up to the sky and roaring, as if it was about to break free and wreak havoc on the heavens and the earth.

As soon as the black dragon's body turned, it merged with the sword light that erupted from the cold abyss. One black and one white, side by side, wrapped straight to the center of the purple gold lock on the treasure chest!

However, at this moment, the ground under the feet of the two of them suddenly shook, and the light was magnificent! Countless black and red bands of light lit up from the ground, and they spun and pulled away one by one, as if a strange river of blood flowed on the dark blue ground. Wisps of black and red blood were intertwined with each other, like a big mouth, emerging from the feet of the cold abyss, to devour him completely!

This sudden change instantly plunged Han Yuan into a crisis!

Han Yuan's face changed greatly, and the corner of his eyes swept towards Meng Fanlin, but he saw that the dark blue blue charm moon crystal was still under his feet, his expression was both painful and happy, and the magic seals in his hands continued one after another, and the long banner was implicated in the evil black-red magic circle, where did he not know that he had fallen into Meng Fanlin's trap. However, at this moment, he had no way to find trouble with Meng Fanlin, who was close at hand, so he could only be forced to withdraw his mind and concentrate on dealing with the formation under his feet.

The black evil qi was thick and almost turned into ink, and the dark red blood was churning endlessly, trickling on the ground, as if it could flow into a river of blood at any time. The two breaths were intertwined, making Han Yuan instinctively nauseous, and he felt the urge to gag, as if his abdomen had been emptied.

No, it's not just in the abdomen! Being enveloped by this strange formation, the blood in Han Yuan's body boiled uncontrollably, and the spiritual power in his whole body was even more riotous, as if he was about to be roasted dry in the next second. He had the intention to escape, but his spiritual power was still controlled by the unfinished Ice Blade Thousand Flashes, and it was constantly surging towards the Frost Sacrifice Sword, coupled with the strong pressure of the magic circle on the ground, it was extremely difficult to even move his feet.

This feeling was almost like he had sprinkled Han Hui with a whole bag of Baiye White Orchid Pollen before. No, even ten or hundred packets of pollen can't describe Han Yuan's pain at the moment.

I don't know what kind of evil magic array was launched on the ground, the dark red blood light was so thick and bright at the moment, the blood of Han Yuan, who was shrouded in blood light, was boiling, and he could even see a thin layer of blood mist gushing out from the pores on his body, that is, his blood could not withstand the power of this formation, and it was actually sucked out of the blood vessels! Han Yuan's original white skin was already red, and he could clearly hear the sound of his heartbeat, a sound like thunder, but it gradually weakened.

Qi and blood are damaged, and even the strength of the heart beating is not enough. If it goes on like this, it won't be long before Han Yuan will be sucked out of essence blood and turned into a dried corpse. The more such a crisis scene, the calmer Han Yuan became, he didn't care about the anger in his heart, the hand holding the sword shook, and he didn't hesitate to break the ice blade Qianshansheng!

The spell was interrupted, and Han Yuan violently spat out a mouthful of blood, and his already pale face became even more ugly. He didn't have time to retract the spiritual power that had just surged back into his body, and as soon as the Frost Sacrifice Sword was raised, the spiritual power of the riot was poured into the Frost Sacrifice Sword by him, stabbing towards the ground under his feet.

Sword pose, thunderbolt!

As if thunder and lightning flashed, it was incredibly fast, and the silver-white sword light carried a chill from the forest, and immediately handed over with a churning blood belt under his feet, making a sharp explosion sound. Immediately afterward, with Han Yuan's feet as the center, the surrounding blood belts made violent sounds, and the black and red aura churned non-stop, gushing out like a spring/gushing, and was guided by Meng Fanlin's ghost-headed long banner to the three bronze treasure chests in front of him.