As soon as the words fell, the red-clothed young man hurriedly got up, walked to the table and picked up the cyan flying sword, and said proudly: "This flying sword was obtained by chance when my master entered the immortal pit thirty years ago. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Has your master ever entered the immortal pit?" Xuan Chuan, who was standing on the side, blinked in surprise.

The disciple put the fairy sword back on the table again, and said respectfully: "Back to the old man, the fairy pit is indeed dangerous, at that time, there were more than a dozen people who went in to explore the treasure, this fairy sword is also the only decent treasure in the fairy pit, no one wants to run in vain, so for this fairy sword to fight, and in the end both sides lost."

Only the master survived and brought this fairy sword out. So this treasure was bought by the master with his life, and I don't need to say more about its preciousness?"

The middle-aged dwarf Si Long on the side raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sneered, probably because of the wine, and muttered: "What did you get in exchange for your life, I heard a few friends say that the old Taoist priest of Heshan didn't participate in the battle at all, okay? He was as timid as a mouse, hiding in the corner, and after everyone was defeated, he quietly brought the sword out, and for the sake of insurance, he also blocked the exit of the immortal pit, this method is really despicable." ”

"You are a dwarf who is not tall, and you dare to talk in front of your predecessors, is there any evidence?" the young man in red turned red with anger, gritted his teeth and scolded angrily.

Si Long smiled unabated, shook his head and sighed: "Look at what I said is right, right? What kind of master can teach what kind of apprentice, as soon as he opens his mouth, he is vulgar, don't you think it's very unqualified?"

The young man in red glared, but because Si Long was taller than him, he could only scold angrily again: "You ......"

"Shut up for me!" Xuan Mu, who was sitting on the high chair, had a gloomy face, snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "I know that your two sects once had a festival, but that is your private matter, even if you fight when you go out, I can't control it, but in my Heavenly Demon Sect, I can't tolerate your presumptuousness! Si Long, you have drunk too much, as the head of the sect, don't you feel ashamed to be like a disciple?"

As soon as these words came out, the red-clothed disciple's eyes showed unwillingness, and Si Long was also a little embarrassed, lowered his head, and stopped speaking.

"Wei Jie, let's introduce your baby first. Xuan Mu's gaze swept over the old man who had been silent, obviously very dissatisfied with his arrogance.

Wei Jue nodded, got up leisurely, walked to the table without hurrying, pointed to the emerald green stone in the middle, and said in a calm tone: "This thing is the spirit jade that the old man personally found on the Spirit Mountain, and the old man on the nameless island has already investigated, except for the immortal stone of Xuande Gate, there should be only this one." ”

"What's the effect?" Xuan Mu looked disdainful and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"In addition to being used to test the immortal roots of the disciples in the sect, it can also be used to improve the grade of magic weapons. Wei Jie's eyes rolled slightly, and he stayed on a red gourd hanging from Xuanchuan's waist, and his eyes flashed: "Senior, this thing can at least be promoted to a big stage." ”

Xuanchuan's eyes flashed, and he took a deep look at the green stone again and nodded.

At this time, before Xuan Mu could speak, Si Long had already quietly come to the table, but because of his short stature, it seemed that he was not as tall as the table.

"The old man has already seen the flag, so he doesn't need to take it down, just say it. Xuan Mu was a little impatient.

Si Long stretched his eyebrows, and said with a slight smile: "This is the ghost soul ten thousand bone banner that I spent nearly a hundred years refining for, don't look at this flag is black, it is actually made of the skin at the neck of the spirit dragon, and the flagpole is made of the backbone of the dragon, which contains 20,000 souls, most of which are cultivated above the rotation period, and the highest of them is the soul of a monk in the Yuan Infant Stage." ”

Xuan Mu's eyebrows moved slightly, got up and came to the table, took the small black flag in his hand and looked back and forth.

Si Long touched his chin, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he silently recited a mantra in his heart.

"Roar!" An angry roar came out of it, startling Xuan Mu, who was observing carefully, but after all, he was also a master of the transformation period, he quickly stabilized, took a deep breath, and said, "This thing is good, it's a treasure." ”

Si Long blinked, and said with a sneer: "It's good if the seniors like it." ”

When the Ten Thousand Bone Banner regained its calm, Xuan Mu held the small flag in his hand, walked to Lan Feng's side, looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "Young man, can your sect take such a treasure?"

Lan Feng sneered inwardly, although this Ghost Ten Thousand Bone Banner was better than the one he destroyed before, but compared to the Horcrux, it was really an axe, and it was not worth looking at carefully.

But even so, he still showed a worried look on his face, took a closer look at the ghost Ten Thousand Bone Banner, and frowned, "My sect may not be able to take such a treasure." ”

Zhou Yueting on the side showed a look of surprise, she didn't believe that Lan Feng was the kind of person who was willing to suffer, the three-flavor fruit was so important to him, and he had just given away a treasure, how could he suddenly retreat now?

After a little hesitation, Lan Feng suddenly spoke again: "However, our sect master once caught an invisible creature on the edge of the Wanzhang Cliff, and it is still locked in the lock demon tower in the sect, and I don't know if that thing is a treasure or not." ”

"The creatures of the Burning Immortal Valley?" Xuan Mu pondered for a moment, his eyes suddenly became brighter, and asked, "But the corpse spirit?"

Lan Feng shook his head as if he didn't understand, touched his chin and said, "The juniors don't know, and the master hasn't mentioned it." ”

"In the Valley of Burning Immortals, there is only one kind of creature that can exist, and that is the corpse spirit. Back then, when my younger brother and I had just established the Heavenly Demon Sect on Nameless Island, the corpse spirits in that valley had rioted and killed many monks near the Wanzhang Cliff, causing panic in the cultivation world for a while. ”

When Xuan Mu said this, he suddenly paused, his deep eyes flashed slightly, and he stared straight at Lan Feng for a moment, his eyes were like lightning, and he said, "How is your master's cultivation?"

"Are you asking our master?" Lan Feng's eyes showed doubts, but he was actually delaying time, thinking inwardly about what Xuan Mu's purpose was in asking this question.

His cultivation has now reached the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, and the three people who are competing with him for the treasure here, the highest cultivation is Wei Du, which is comparable to his real cultivation.

From the attitude of these people towards him and the tone of his speech, it is obvious that his true strength cannot be seen, so he must now say a reasonable cultivation, not too attention-grabbing, but also have the ability to catch the corpse.

"Isn't your master the head of the sect, do you need to think about it for so long?" Xuan Mu's face was gloomy, carefully observing the changes in Lan Feng's face to prevent him from lying.