Chapter 489

The stone wall sword carving of the golden sky sword formula also disappeared without a trace.

Several bald middle-aged people were overjoyed and immersed in the joy of getting the treasure of Wujian stone, infinite YY!

But others, at this moment, are confused and forced, and their looks begin to change.

They all looked at it as a joke just now.

Seeing and hearing the scenes of Xu Mu and several bald middle-aged people, they all felt that Xu Mu was cheating.

It's a little funny.

It's cheating!

But now, with the disappearance of the second stone wall sword carving, they have to take it seriously.

Holding grass, is there really such a treasure as Wujian stone?

Holding grass, is that silly formula just now true?

Wujianshi, such a precious treasure, is a big killing weapon that can't go anywhere if you put it in this ancient sword training ground!

No, I'm so sorry for this trip!

Every Friar's face was greedy, and some of the advanced casual practitioners even showed their fierce eyes.

Gradually, they instinctively moved their steps and leaned towards the bald middle-aged people.

As for the prestige of the sword Saint family?

In the face of fortune, not to mention the sword Saint family, even if you are the son of the fucking emperor of heaven, you can't!

When Xu Mu noticed this scene, he was very happy. Yes, what he wanted was this effect and this rhythm!

With a look of fear on his face, Xu Mu quickly reminded several Muggles immersed in joy and whispered, "predecessors, something bad..."

"What's the matter?"

The bald middle-aged revived, said casually, but soon his eyes saw the monk leaning towards him.

The eyelids jump, the mind is tight, and the scalp is numb!

The bald middle-aged man's heart is worse, and his face is gloomy.

Other middle-aged people, too, showed vigilance one by one and quickly leaned together. They also put away the Wujian stone in their hands.

"Everybody, what's up?"

The bald middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice, and a fairy sword flashed out in his hand.

There are many monks coming.

However, those who really dare to realize the idea of sword stone are actually only a few forces and a few casual practitioners with advanced cultivation.

A middle-aged man in a black robe sneered, "Jin Dashun, don't pretend. We all see everything just now. Wujian stone, what a precious treasure, don't you contribute and let everyone get light?"

Touch your sister's light!

The bald middle-aged man scolded secretly with cold eyes. He stared at the black robed middle-aged man and shouted, "Wang Zifeng, Wujian stone is from my sword Saint family. How dare you think of it? It's your guts. If your palace master knows, he will peel your skin!"

The black robed middle-aged Wang Zifeng laughed at the speech and said sarcastically, "fool, do you think I'm afraid of your sword Saint family in the dark demon palace? Don't be silly! Besides, there seem to be several Wujian stones. There are so many Taoist friends here. You're too greedy to take so many and don't hand over one?"

A bald middle-aged man's mind sank and his intuition was going to die.

Treasure moves people's hearts. It's a crime of public anger. It's hard to be good!

If it is in the outside world, the bald middle-aged believe that anyone who dares to move them must think twice before acting. However, now, in the upper ancient sword practice field, the name of the sword Saint family is only, just a name.

Damn dark palace!

Sooner or later, Jianzu will destroy you and unify Xiling!

The baldheaded middle-aged scolded, and the other middle-aged sword saints also scolded the dark devil palace.

The three top forces in Xiling have been competing secretly for more than two days. There was a gap before, but now it is more serious.

"Yes, there are so many Wujian stones. Hand them over!"

"Hehe, we don't ask for more, just four!"

"Yes, just four. Leave one for you!"

"Jin Dashun, you have to think clearly. There are only five of you, and we, ha ha..."

"If you don't hand it in, you'll lose face. It'll end badly..."

Many monks spoke.

There are people from the dark devil palace, bawangzong, and several powerful scattered repairs in the background. Parents and grandparents are overhaul, and they are happy and not afraid of the sword Saint family.

Suddenly, Wang Zifeng's eyes fell on Xu mu, who was watching the play. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "little brother, there should be wujianshi there?"

Xu Mu hurriedly showed his expression of "I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm so afraid", and hurriedly said, "predecessors, I only got six Wujian stones and gave them five. Now there's only one. If you want, here... Here you are!"

Xu Mu "flustered" threw out an ornamental stone and threw it to Wang Zifeng.

The rest didn't react at all, "Wujian stone" fell into Wang Zifeng's hands.

Wang Zifeng himself was stunned.

Hold the grass!

Fuck!

I fucking just asked casually, really casually!

You just handed over the Wujian stone?

This... This is really NIMA

Cool!

After being forced, Wang Zifeng was ecstatic. Several monks in the dark devil palace couldn't laugh. Uncle, it's so easy to get a sword stone. It's great!

The bald middle-aged Jin Dashun, a few middle-aged people, was furious.

Glared at Xu mu, and his nose was crooked.

Sir, you silly, Wujian stone is such a precious thing. Can you cherish it? Can I just ask you if I can?

But they instinctively ignored it. Xu Mu just gave them five!

As soon as Xu Mu's neck shrunk, he directly stepped back a few steps, far away, and said with a bitter smile, "I'm just a little man, predecessors, you continue!"

Continue your second uncle!

Jin Dashun nearly vomited blood. Seeing that Xu Mu retreated to Wang Zifeng and others, he was so angry that he hated Xu mu.

Wang Zifeng noticed the eyes of others looking at Wu Jianshi in his hand, coughed gently, put it away unchanged, and said to Xu mu, "Taoist friend Gao Yi, don't worry. As long as my prince peak is here, no one else can move you. Hum, Jin Dashun, look at the little brother Wang moniu. Look at you again. Five Wujian stones, five pieces. You don't take out a fucking one! Don't be too greedy!"

Jin Dashun bit his teeth and said, "Wang Zifeng, you've got a Wujian stone. Don't get out of here!"

Wang Zifeng skimmed his lips.

Stupid thing, if I leave, will I become a thorn in the flesh? It's dangerous to eat meat myself. It's safe to drink soup together!

Wang Zifeng said with awe inspiring righteousness, "do you want to understand the sword stone for yourself? I'm for all Taoist friends. Hum, Jin Dashun, hand over the sword stone and spare you!"

JINDA blew up.

Several middle-aged members of the sword Saint family were also furious. Looking at Wang Zifeng's eyes, they wanted to take zizifeng's cramps, peel his skin, drink blood and swallow his bones.

"Do you want to hand it in?"

Bawangzong, an immortal, smiled coldly and took a step forward.

The dark devil palace has got a treasure Wujian stone. Their overlord clan is still empty.

"OK, I'll hand it in..."

Jin Dashun bit his teeth and spit out a few words, making an attitude of taking things from the magic weapon of space.

Everyone was overjoyed.

however

"I'll give it to your uncle! Die!"

Jin Dashun suddenly showed a grim smile, and then a strong white light flashed in his hand.

That's a rune!

A sword shaped seal character!

The talisman seal burst, and the terrible sword Qi burst out. It swept away towards the people. The earth shaking roar echoed. Several monks were seriously injured and vomited blood in their mouth.

At the same time, the five of Jin Dashun seized the opportunity, found a hole, and ran out crazily while everyone was dealing with the sword talisman.

"Everyone, let's go!"

Jin Dashun's voice sounded loudly.

The figure disappeared into a mountain path in the cave.

The other four swordsman families were middle-aged, too. Each one had a way and disappeared without a trace.

The people retreated from the attack of the sword amulet, became angry one after another, roared one by one, and chased the five people of Jin Dashun.

"Hold the grass and dare to run!"

"Hum, can you run away?"

"Death! This is death!"

"Don't talk about it if you find them. Just kill them!"

"Kill!"

Roars echoed in the mountain path.

Whether Wang Zifeng or others have ideas about wujianshi, they all chase after them. Those people have good ideas. There are many people in the cave. However, if they meet Jin Dashun, kill and destroy the corpses, there will be no future trouble.

Those who can enter the Taoist temple are talented, proud and ambitious. Naturally, they all have ideas about Wujian stone.

In the open cave, only Xu Mu was left.

Looking at the mountain roads, pastor Xu sighed, "dig a pit, bury some soil, several one, two, three, four, five, bald, bald, you must meet Zhuo Lenghan before you die, otherwise, my name of pit God will be buried. After it is done, please call me pit God, thank you..."

(on the third watch, ask for a recommended ticket, hehe...)