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"Decisive enough!" Lingyun praised, but his eyes were ice-cold. He touched his nose, "However, am I that scary?"

Hearing this, Ling'er and Qin Feng both chuckled.

"Sigh!" Lingyun let out a deep sigh, and looked at the middle-aged man with a regretful look, completely confused.

"How can there be someone in this world who doesn't care about their life and lives so much, and why would they take poison and commit suicide?!"

You have eighty mothers-in-law, a concubine, and a two-year-old. Now that you're dead, who's going to take care of you?!

If I were to die in front of this prince, it would be very difficult for me to do so! "

Hearing this, the corners of Qin Feng's and Ling'er's mouths twitched. Their faces were full of black lines. Aren't you a saint who is extremely merciful?!

Are you trying to say that you are the embodiment of goodness and justice?

As he said that, Lingyun crouched down, and nimbly took the Qiankun bag from the middle-aged man's waist, and then searched his waist. He also took out a Qiankun bag and a highly poisonous dagger.

"Two low level Cosmic Bags?" Ling Yun looked at the two Cosmos Sacks in his hands, and disdainfully curled his lips: "A Martial King, this is too poor!" This dagger is not bad; it's a third grade spirit weapon. "

The Cosmic Bag was also divided into three levels: high, medium, and low. Different from the Universe Ring, it was something that only a high level martial artist or someone with extraordinary status could afford.

However, not only was the Cosmos Sack inconvenient to carry, the space was also much narrower than the Universe Ring.

Most importantly, the space was unstable, it couldn't withstand a powerful attack.

For example, Lingyun's low grade Qiankun bag from this middle-aged man's body. If a Martial King used his full strength, he would be able to destroy it, and the items within would flow into the void.

Even if they weren't attacked, low-level Cosmic Bag would sometimes lose things.

Even though he said that, with a wave of his hand, Ling Yun kept the two Cosmic Bag into the Violet Ring. He played with the small and exquisite dagger, and gently twirled it twice on his finger tip.

Then, he gently tossed it towards the back of the middle-aged man's hand. It pierced through his palm.

"It's pretty sharp!" Under Ling'er and Qin Feng's speechless gazes, Ling Yun nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he looked at the hand that was gradually turning blue and purple. He reached out his hand and grabbed his arm, but the hand actually seemed extremely stiff.

Logically speaking, a Martial King expert should not have been able to become stiff even after a few breaths of time.

This could only be said to be due to the poison in the dagger. Lingyun said: "This poison is not bad, it is enough to cause a martial king who was caught unprepared to say that it has a numbing effect."

After that, the poison spread throughout his entire arm. At this rate, it would reach his heart in less than a minute.

Qin Feng silently swallowed his saliva. If this dagger had stabbed into his body, he might have already lost his life.

"Crack!"

Lingyun pulled out the dagger, and carefully put it into the small and delicate sheath. With a flick of his wrist, a few jade bottles appeared in his palm, and he handed them over to Qin Feng.

"For me?" Qin Feng asked as he pointed to his own nose.

His eyes were burning with passion as he stared at the dagger. This dagger was indeed a killing weapon!

"You don't want it?" Lingyun's brows twitched, and smiled lightly: "Then forget it." As he spoke, he prepared to withdraw.

"Who said that!" Qin Feng immediately grabbed it with his other hand, while clutching his Qiankun bag with the other hand as he said like a thief: "You don't need spirit stones, right? Let me tell you, I don't have any Spirit Stones! "

"…" Lingyun lifted his forehead with his hands, was this brother that kind of person?