When Wei Li heard this, his face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly knocked to the ground, and even said thanks: "Thank you to the master, thank you to the master~"

Everyone looked aside, and their hearts were envious: look at the people, after a trip to nine deaths, they got a high-grade magic weapon in the blink of an eye, and they don't have to enter such a terrifying place as a glacier again. Tsk, the benefits of the Blood Sword Gate are really good.

Subsequently, Wei Li stood aside, and not all of the dozens of Jindan late-stage masters came compulsorily, and after thinking about it, a few people from each sect walked out of the team and chose to leave. After all, nothing is important compared to one's own life. Although they knew that if they could survive the Glacier Valley group, their strength would be greatly increased, and they would even get some magic weapons that they couldn't even think of.

But then, after all, it's just in case.

After a lot of effort, most of the number of people went to half, and there were only four or five Jindan masters left by each faction, and when they were integrated, there were less than fifty people in addition to the six faction Yuanying masters.

Lu Chensen smiled coldly, and said to those Jindan late-stage masters who chose to leave: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, everyone is coming from the same way, on the way back, don't have different intentions, want to kill people and seize treasures, and go back to the West Soil." Got it?"

When those masters heard this, they all nodded again and again.

Wei Li was extremely grateful, he knew that Lu Chen was worried about his safety.

Wei Li didn't guess wrong, Lu Chen said a little, he was indeed afraid that Wei Li would be attacked halfway. From his point of view, being able to escape from the canyon among the six people, this Wei Li is not only strong, but also not simple-minded, and has a talent to create.

Mo Fang and the others glanced at Lu Chen, and they all saw his intentions, Han Hao laughed and said, "The Lord of the Lu Sect is really sympathetic to his subordinates, and admires and admires him." ”

The cultivation realm is cruel and bloody, everyone is selfish, and although they are their own subordinates, few people will worry about their safety.

Han Hao's sycophants were sent up for free, and Lu Chen knew in his heart that since the beginning of Moyun Mountain, Han Hao's tendency has always been the Blood Sword Gate, and the intention can be known without thinking.

Ignoring Han Hao, Lu Chen surrounded him, took out the defensive jade room infused with mana, pinched it in his hand, grabbed another handful of spirit pills and threw it into his mouth, greeted him, and walked towards the entrance of the canyon step by step.

Everyone followed and looked at each other, ready to follow......

Fan Yun has been observing Lu Chen's actions, and he has seen it from beginning to end, but he has also changed his opinion of this "liar". The crystal eyes like jewels stared straight at the back, and the "aunt" grabbed Ji Bao's ears and said, "You tell me honestly, what have you been doing with that kid hiding in the back mountains in the past few years?"

"Practice. Ji Bao, who is still quite burly, is not afraid of magic weapons, not afraid of demon beasts, but afraid of Fan Yun's weak and boneless slender jade hands, he grinned in pain and exclaimed: "Xiaoyun, you light, we are refining weapons." ”

"Refining, high-grade magic weapons?" Fan Yun let go of his hand with a snort, and asked in a low voice: "Idiot, to be honest, how many high-grade magic weapons has he refined? ”

Ji Bao rubbed his ears, smiled, and said, "It's not much, it's just a few hundred." ”

"Hundreds?" Fan Yun was dumbfounded.

The two of them did not conceal their words, and when the monks who did not leave behind them heard this conversation, they were stunned: "What? Hundreds of high-grade magic weapons?

His gaze slowly turned to the proud figure that disappeared in the wind and snow, and everyone couldn't help but feel that the figure slowly grew larger in their field of vision, as majestic as a giant mountain.

"Hundreds of high-grade magic weapons, it's too perverted. An old man in a fox fur coat shuddered and exclaimed.

Immediately, a middle-aged monk from the Blood Sword Sect who chose to leave patted Wei Li on the shoulder and said, "Brother, I really envy you." The master of the door values you so much, so let's bring my little brother more in the future. ”

"Oh~ Brother is too polite. Wei Li hurriedly replied, the corner of his eye cast on Lu Chen's back, extremely reverent.