v4 Chapter 636： Taobao

Six hundred and thirty-sixth chapter banana treasure fan

"Good!" The bald-headed monk nodded and was preparing for the aftermath. Suddenly, a mankind rose up and slanted toward him.

Changed the warehousing, but the bald-headed monk has already reached the condensate period, naturally it is impossible to wait and see, the face flashed a sigh of anger, his hands glimpsed, a magical rush from his body, turned into an ink, turned over and greeted .

Sting...

The magic gas swallowed, the spirits flashed, and the bald monk had no blood on his face. Obviously this time he played, he had already suffered a lot.

When the old man stayed, his face could not help but reveal a bit of hesitation, but in the end it was a slowdown and stopped at the side of the bald monk.

Of course, the reason why he is doing this is not to say loyalty, but in this case, the two can only escape from each other and can only die. Otherwise, if they can join forces against the enemy, there may be a chance.

This person is worthy of being a mid-time monk, and in the moment, he has already weighed the pros and cons.

Stretched out his hand and took a shot on the storage bag. A ray of light flew out. After the hovering, the light converges, but it is actually a black iron turn.

The bald monk was more unambiguous, rubbed his chest and spewed a small fan of banana from his mouth.

Above the fan, the runes flow, this treasure seems quite extraordinary.

The two looked at each other and launched a protective mask at the same time. This allowed them to release their knowledge and find the enemy's trail.

Judging from the intensity of the attack, although it is horrible, it is obviously not an old monster in the Yuan Ying period, at least not from the body, so they are not without life.

Just, where is the enemy hidden?

In this poisonous fog, the gods were greatly restricted, and the two had to turn their heads around, fearing that they would be attacked by the other party if they were not careful.

"Oh, that... what is that?" The bald-headed monk suddenly widened his eyes and said with a frightened face.

The old man stayed and quickly looked down.

Originally, their soles were a soft swamp, but at the moment they seemed to boil the soup pot, and the cockroaches were bubbling up.

The smell of a carrion, filled in the air, the expression of the two became ugly.

At this moment they have already made it clear that the sneak attack on them is the corpse. Is this terrible guy wanting to break through?

When the old man’s eyes turned, his face showed a few charming expressions: “The predecessors knew that the younger generations had no intention of breaking into your territory, and they would never dare to be enemies with you. Please raise your hands and let us go.”

"Yeah, seniors, we are just small fish, but now there is a Yuan Ying period old blame, the intention is not good for you." The bald monk's eyes turned, but also came up with the poison of the East, as Lin Xuan just The virtue of helping the hand has already been thrown into the clouds by him.

As long as I can live, what is the relationship between shamelessness?

It’s a pity that this effort has been exhausted and it’s just a waste of effort.

The corpse is a golden dan that wants to devour two people. It is used to promote mana. Will it be foolish to let them go because of some rhetoric?

The boiled corpse in the swamp not only did not weaken, but became more and more fierce.

Hey!

One thing rises into the sky and floats into the air. The two are fixed on their eyes, but they are a big ghost. The eyes are like copper bells, the blood bowl is big, the one-footed foot on the forehead is half a foot long, and the teeth are sharp. Like the blade, it sparkles with a chilling cold.

It is the corpse of the corpse.

However, unlike the corpse that Lin Xuan has destroyed, this ghost head is that he uses a third of the distraction to cultivate, and the power of the supernatural power is far from the ordinary condensate monk who can resist!

Feeling the terrible pressure released by the other party, the faces of the two are getting paler!

"Predecessors..." The old man flashed a hint of fear in his eyes, but also wanted to speak eloquently, but the ghost head did not want to delay with him here.

In the eyelids, the red awns flashed, one big mouth, and a blood spurted from the inside.

About half a foot long, slippery and unusual, like a living thing.

The old man was shocked and naturally did not dare to lick his tongue again. He was busy with his hands and licked like a leading cane in front.

Oh...

From the crutches, a black-black dragon was flying out. This is the master of the old man who has worked hard for many years. In the past, he was always indifferent to the enemy. This time, although it is a mutant demon, it should be self-protected. Still no problem.

Just thinking like this, the wind dragon and the blood mans have collided.

First, a loud noise, and then the sound of a crack like a fried bean began to spread.

The old man's eyes widened, and in the face of the **** mansions, the wind dragons that he had sacrificed had no power to fight back, and were swallowed up bit by bit.

What is this magic?

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The corpse of Yuan Ying was certainly a small one, but never thought that a small distraction would be so powerful.

There is some regret in my heart, and it may be safer to stay with the Li predecessor.

But since I made such a choice at the beginning, I can only swallow the bitter fruit.

A big drink, the mana of the whole body is poured into the crutches, and the magic is surging. In order to survive, the old man can only try his best.

The bald monk was not idle, although he wanted to leave, but he knew that it would only be faster to die.

Biting his teeth, this man rushed out of the magic weapon in front of him.

Speaking of it, he is not high, but this banana fan is a different treasure.

On the reason, there is still a story inside.

As everyone knows, after the cultivation of Jindan Dacheng, he will travel around the world to collect materials and refine the magic weapon he wants.

This process is very hard, the magic weapon is much more precious than the spirit, and the materials for refining are also very demanding. It takes 30 years to collect it.

This is still the master of the big pie!

Some of the scattered or small families, even if some people are lucky enough to succeed, can be due to the shallow foundation, poor life, may not be able to collect the materials of the refining magic weapon.

Fairy is difficult, not only reflected in cultivation, but also all kinds of necessary resources, especially grassroots cultivation, can be said to be struggling.

I thought that the bald monk was like this. He was a lonely man. Although he had a chance to coincide with his own qualifications, he was willing to endure hardships and fortunately became a golden dragon.

However, the shyness in the bag, the next step to refining the handcuffs of the hand can make it suffer.

First, swim on the islands of the sea to find the materials you need.

However, regardless of the ore, or a variety of precious crystals, the known veins have long been divided by the various factions.

Although he is a cultivator of the condensate period, he is a lonely man, and his strength is weak. There is naturally no way to compete with him.

Not to mention precious materials with special attributes, even if it is a millennium copper essence for refining ordinary magic weapons, he has been searching for more than ten years, and he has got the size of a baby fist.

I am sad in my heart, I don’t have to say it.

In fact, if he has enough spar, many materials can be purchased in the city, even if there is no income in the ordinary shop, there will be no small gains in the auction, however, it is still the case... shy.

Depression is the only description, but it is definitely unwilling to let the masters use the spirits.

Therefore, despite the hope, he can only continue to search, go back and forth to the major islands every day, and sometimes even have to go deep into the danger, hunting the cloud beast in exchange for the necessary spar.

For a few years, one day, unconsciously, I passed a group.

The harvest is still not big, the bald monk is almost desperate, but the things of the immortal world are full of unknowns, and sometimes an inadvertent decision will bring an adventure.

On that day, he chased a second-order monster, but inadvertently, came to an abandoned ancient cave, and found a skeleton in his depths.

The owner of the cheekbone is no longer able to research, the bald monk is also interested in exploring, but the storage bag scattered on the ground next to him makes him ecstatic.

In addition to the nearly monolithic stone, as well as some bottles and cans, there is actually a banana fan.

Judging from the aura that it radiates, it is obviously a magic weapon with a low level. God is pitiful, and this time he is a big earner.

When the cheekbone touches it gently, it turns into gray smoke. Obviously, it has not been known for many thousand years. The bald-headed monk took the treasure fan and looked at it carefully.

With this ancient treasure, he is satisfied. Although he can't use his own fire to cultivate, but follow the ghosts and magical powers, after taking the essence of blood, he can also exert his power.

Coupled with the unexpected spar harvest, the bald-headed monk can't say that the wealth is thick, but in terms of scattered repair, the days are also very moist.

I still have a great future, how can I fall here?

The bald-headed monk flashed a stern color in his eyes, his hands kept waving, and the law was shot together.

After absorbing the essence of the gas he sprayed, the treasure fan rose up in the wind, and the diameter of the rune became more and more clear.

"Hey?" The ghost was attracted to the attention, and his face was a little surprised.

The repair of the other party is not worth mentioning, but this treasure fan is like a powerful look.

"disease!"

In the face of a strong enemy, the bald monk can not stay in force, the mana of the whole body rushes away, the treasure is lightly, and the two strange winds suddenly fly out of the fan.

All have a thick mouth, a dark black ink, and the distance is still far away, it will faintly emit a stench.

There is another one that is pale, and the color is like a corpse fire, making people very uncomfortable at first glance.

Needless to say, the power is no different.

The ghost head also showed a hint of dignity, but soon the corner of the mouth sneaked into sarcasm, this treasure does have extraordinary things, but the user's repair is too low, not enough.

I saw that the red awns in his eyes flickered, and the big mouth was chewing, and there was a faint and incomprehensible spell.

Then opened the mouth of the blood basin, spewing a purple mist from the inside, there was a smoldering fire, and it ran into the yin and yang wind.

Silent, three colors intertwined, the battle is endless, evenly matched, but this is only the surface.

Although the power of Shentong is similar, the gap between the two sides is not known. Soon the bald monk will show up.