"Whoever dares to touch me is killing himself!"

The old man scolded angrily again, and his other hand slapped directly on Situ Jin's back, Situ Jin only felt the Yuan Ying in the dantian tremble violently, and almost collapsed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, many monks had already rushed over, and they were all stunned when they saw this scene.

"Who is that madman? Dare to touch the Situ Sect Master and seek death!" A middle-aged man who had received Situ Jin's favor in the past, with a flattering look on his face, his body flashed out of the crowd, pulled out the flying sword at his waist, and stabbed at the old man quickly.

The old man's expression was as usual, his eyebrows were raised, and the flying sword trembled violently uncontrollably, and after a while, he broke away from the middle-aged man's hand, and the sword turned around, as if there was an invisible big hand, holding the flying sword and stabbing straight into Situ Jin's chest.

"Poof!"

Situ Jin, who was trapped by Yuanying, had no power to resist at all, leaned forward, blood foam spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his face was colorless.

"You ......"

The middle-aged man who was holding the flying sword just now had a big change in his face, and he didn't care about the magic weapon that was robbed, and his body slowly moved back, eager to leave this place immediately.

You must know that his cultivation had already broken through the middle stage of the Jindan last month, but this old man took away his flying sword without much effort, and he was by no means incompetent.

Situ Jin was seriously injured, and he felt that the spiritual power in his body was almost about to be sucked out, and if he didn't take any more measures, his Yuan Infant would probably be devoured by the old man.

His face was hideous, his eyelids lowered, he looked in the direction of the cuffs, and blinked.

When the monks saw Situ Jin's painful face, many wanted to go up to help, but when they saw the flying sword stuck in the middle-aged man's chest and the weird smile on the crazy old man's face, the feet that had just been raised retracted again.

Seeing that Situ Jin's Yuan Infant was about to be devoured, at this moment, a small black coffin suddenly appeared at his cuffs, and the moment the coffin lid was opened, a green light flashed.

Just when everyone was dumbfounded, Situ Jin's body suddenly disappeared in the hands of the old man.

"It can slip away under my nose, the coffin has some origins. ”

The old man's hand was lowered from mid-air, staring at the remaining strip of black cloth in his hand, his eyes flashing.

"It's worthy of being the treasure of the Seven Star Sect, if it's really extraordinary, that speed is simply dozens of times that of teleportation, right?" A middle-aged man with a few forehead lines on his forehead showed a look of envy in his eyes.

"Zhao has heard people talk about this thing before, as long as you know the trick, you can reach anywhere in an instant, it should be a teleportation magic weapon. A young man standing beside him blinked, staring at the place where the green light had just disappeared.

"The height of a sect is often determined by the rarity of the magic weapon, the Seven Star Sect not only has such a teleportation magic weapon, but even the Yin and Yang Bottle that disappeared two hundred years ago is in his hands, it seems that it will not be long, and it will surpass the Tongtian Palace. ”

"No, isn't that yin and yang bottle still floating in the air?"

"Hey, it seems to be oh, Sect Master Situ only cared about running for his life and left the baby behind. ”

A young disciple with thief eyebrows and rat eyes stared at the red bottle in the air, and whispered to a red-faced middle-aged man beside him: "Senior brother, that treasure is in the air, before everyone can react, let's grab it first and hand it over to the sect master, there will be a big reward." ”

......

The old man's white eyebrows moved slightly, listening to the discussion of everyone, turned around, his eyes swept over everyone's faces in turn, suddenly laughed weirdly, tiptoed a little, jumped up, grabbed the crystal clear red bottle in mid-air in his hand, and put it into the dirty cloth bag in front of him.

The young man who had just said that he was going to snatch the Yin Yang bottle, seeing that the treasure that was about to arrive was taken for himself, raised his sword eyebrows, and said loudly to all the monks behind him: "Fellow Daoists, this person is a madman, and he snatched such magic weapons, are you willing?"

Many people at the scene coveted this thing, and they were coaxed by the young people, and they all showed ruthlessness and took out their powerful magic weapons.

"No matter how strong he is, as long as we join forces, it is impossible to defeat him, right?" The young man saw that everyone was eager to try, staring at the dirty crazy old man with bad intentions, and then shouted triumphantly: "I will rush first, you will follow!"

As he spoke, the storage bag patted it, and a gray flag emitting red light was already in his hand, and he galloped towards the old man with a cruel smile.

Behind him, followed by a mighty group of people, one by one, with a fierce momentum, holding magic weapons and rushing wildly.

"The old man doesn't have time to play with you little rabbits, and if I don't go back, my fugurine will go crazy again. ”

The old man nervously glanced at the tumbling whirlpool, and with a wave of his big sleeves, a gust of wind suddenly appeared out of thin air, and suddenly the sand and dust rose everywhere, and the leading dozen monks could only stop helplessly because they were blinded by the wind and sand.

"Rush, this is a trick, rush through this piece of sand and stones, and you'll be fine!" the leading young man shouted, closing his eyes and continuing to rush forward.

"Senior brother, stop!" a red-faced middle-aged man suddenly rushed out of the crowd and grabbed the young man's arm.

"What's the matter, Senior Brother, that's a once-in-a-century treasure, if you get it, the status of our Xuanyue Sect will be able to rise to a new height. The young man frowned and shouted loudly against the wind and sand.

"There is a dead end in front of you, are you crazy?" Although the red-faced middle-aged man covered his eyes with his hands, he could still feel the gloom on his face from his tone.

"Dead end?" The young man paused, and the foot he had just taken suddenly retracted, and he looked back in surprise: "What do you mean." ”

At this moment, the yin wind suddenly stopped, revealing the whirlpool of water and fire that was close in front of him.

The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes, and when he saw the whirlpool, he instantly gasped, pulled the young man over, pointed at the whirlpool and scolded: "See, you almost killed everyone!"

The young man turned back again in the direction pointed by the middle-aged man, and the moment he saw the whirlpool, his face suddenly turned pale, and he swallowed his saliva fiercely, unable to speak.

"The crazy old man doesn't seem to know that this is the place of death, the wind just now, it must be the curse in this whirlpool that sucked him in, let's leave quickly, right?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, he shook his head quite jealously, and took two steps back again.

"That baby ......" The young man bit his lip, sighed lightly, and said helplessly: "Alas, what a pity!"

Everyone shook their heads, the once-in-a-century peerless magic weapon was destroyed by a madman like this, can you not regret it? Especially for the kind of monk who regards the treasure as his life, it can be said to be heartbreaking.

After everyone left, in the woods next to Fanghu Mountain, a middle-aged man walked out, he straightened his clothes, looked at the rolling whirlpool, and frowned.

"This person's cultivation is very hidden, Situ Jin is like an ant in his eyes, if it weren't for his madness, he must be a peerless master, but he was sucked in by this whirlpool, he is really jealous of talent. However, Lan Feng also died in this whirlpool, and he was not skinned and cramped by me, and his bones were crushed, which was really cheap for him. (To be continued.) )