Especially the monks who have just broken through the ranks, the mice in the storage bags can starve to death, and some are even poorer than the qi refining monks.

Han Yu also experienced this painful time in Xuanhuang City, and the spirit stones on his body had to be used one by one, but he still became a poor egg.

In order to gather the raw materials for refining the machine armor, he also reluctantly sold some spiritual flowers and plants in the secret land, and he barely managed to make it up.

Han Yu thought thoughtfully as he manipulated the golden knife and the bead to fight. Seeing that Han Yu was easily resisting the attack, the monk surnamed Hu couldn't help but focus his gaze on the golden knife, and felt a little greedy in his heart.

The reason why he used black beads to fight with the golden knife was also because he had his own little abacus. The black mist released by the black bead can quietly corrode the spirituality of the magic weapon, and it is unconsciously not controlled by the original owner. He would have waited until that moment to launch a sneak attack, and three of the Tsukiji monks would have died under this means.

But this characteristic of the black bead did not affect the golden knife, and his greed rose, and seeing that Han Yu seemed to be a little absent-minded, the corners of his mouth raised an arc.

He suddenly pinched the trick with both hands, and lightly touched the black bead, and suddenly a pitch-black liquid came out, wrapping the golden knife tightly. Then, while Han Yu had not yet recovered his senses, he flew out and took out a three-inch-long mother needle, as well as fifteen sub-needles, and threw them into the sky together.

Sixteen flying needles were sacrificed, and they were invisible in the air, and the silent Korean jade attacked.

Han Yu was already paying attention to it when he squirted out the liquid, and he also saw the flying needle he threw in the sky, and he couldn't find a trace with his divine sense, and his face couldn't help but turn cold.

I saw that he took out the ancient bronze mirror from his arms, instilled mana and threw it towards the sky, and the mirror surface of the bronze mirror blurred for a while, emitting colorful light.

The monk surnamed Hu was a little stunned in his heart, and before he could react, a colorful glow erupted wildly, enveloping an area in front of Han Yu, and actually swept away the hidden flying needle. When the flying needle is swept in front of the mirror, the colorful color turns white again, and the surface of the mirror appears to ripple like water lines.

"Quack, quack..."

The flying needle made an unpleasant noise when it was sucked in, and after losing its spiritual power, it fell to the ground, turning into a piece of tattered mortal iron and falling towards the ground.

The monk surnamed Hu's face turned pale, and he couldn't believe his eyes! His set of Shadowless Escape Needles was a complete set of magic weapons, which were refined with shadow iron as the main material. Although it is only a high-grade magic weapon, it has no trace of coming and going, and it cannot be detected with divine thoughts, and it is as rare as the soul-breaking wood that can cut off divine thoughts.

For this set of flying needles, he spent all the savings he had saved in the twenty years of Zhuji, and he also sold a few medium-grade magic weapons in the storage bag, and some spirit grass was barely exchanged.

In an encounter six months ago, he used this weapon to sneak up on a monk in the late stage of the Exorcism Alliance, and poked his head full of holes.

He saw that Han Yu was only a monk in the early stage of foundation building, and using this treasure against him was a knife to kill a chicken.

But I never thought that this guy had a strange bronze mirror in his hand, and he could catch the flying shadowless needle, and destroy this treasure in front of him!

Han Yu's face turned slightly pale, and he beckoned to take the bronze mirror into his arms.

This magic weapon was also obtained from the cave mansion, and it had been tried several times after refining, but today was the first time it was used. The bronze mirror has a miraculous effect on some hidden weapons, and it is really easy to use today.

Han Yu saw that the battlefield was already in equilibrium, and no one could help anyone, but the prohibition of the protective medicine garden made a buzzing sound, and the light kept circulating, gradually becoming dim.

With a glance, Han Yu saw that the two brothers who had been reduced to the early stage of foundation building had released jade skeletons and were assisting in the attack on the big array. Looking at this appearance, the formation is also in a cup of tea.

"A few fellow Daoists, the big array is about to be broken, if anyone can kill the opponent, I am willing to apply for a rune treasure from the alliance!" Suddenly, a familiar voice came into his eardrums, Han Yu vaguely felt a little familiar, and saw a cyan figure who was struggling to persist in the formation.

"Is that her?" Han Yu was slightly stunned.

"Forget it, what she said can be trusted. Han Yu muttered to himself, raised his head and saw the thick-eyed man, and smiled mysteriously at him.

The monk surnamed Hu was very annoyed by the matter of the flying needle, and suddenly saw the pock-faced monk smiling strangely at him, and his heart couldn't help but feel a pang.

Han Yu's cuffs shook, the Qingluo knife was already in his hand, and with a slight click of his fingers, more than thirty cyan wind blades appeared in front of him, sweeping towards the opposite side.

The monk's face changed, and he took out a black object from the storage bag and blocked the dense wind blade.

Han Yu's eyes swept away, and this was actually the shell of a rare rock turtle. The wind blade "crackled" on it, leaving shallow cut marks.

Han Yu's face remained unchanged, his hand rushed a little far away, and the golden knife roared, and it slashed towards the ghost shell.

At the same time, Han Yu's fingers flicked again, and a crimson fire cloud condensed above his head, rolling towards him.

The female cultivator surnamed Hu was a little stunned by Han Yu's serial offensive, and hurriedly put the turtle shell on top and put her hand on the storage bag, obviously trying to use some powerful means to crack the fire cloud technique.

"Brother Hu, hide!" The eldest of the twins saw that the light of the big array had dimmed, and his heart was overjoyed, and he turned around and saw the golden knife slashing towards the turtle shell, and hurriedly warned in his heart.

The monk surnamed Hu, who was facing the enemy, frowned when he heard this, this golden knife and the black bead fight are inseparable, and the power of the golden knife can't shake the defense of the turtle shell at all!

The thought crossed his mind, but he was cautious and paid a little attention to the golden knife.

Han Yu frowned when he heard the warning, and with a slight touch of his hand towards the golden knife, his figure disappeared without a trace.

Seeing Han Yu disappear, the monk surnamed Hu vigilantly took out the defensive talisman, but at this moment, the aura of the golden knife was six points stronger than just now, and he slashed fiercely.

He could only hastily instill the mana on his body into the turtle shell, and the golden knife had been cut on the turtle shell, and it was cut in two!

The monk surnamed Hu looked at the shattered shield, his face turned pale violently, and his eyes were full of fear.

Before he could recover from his shock, Han Yu's figure had already come to him like a ghost, and in horror, he poured all his spiritual power into the black talisman in his cuffs, intending to distance himself and flee for his life!

Han Yu saw fluctuations in his cuffs, and with a flick of his cuffs, more than a dozen wind blades roared out, all hitting one point, and the shield shattered. Then with a slight flick of his hand, a spider silk artifact that had been dusted in the storage bag for a long time gently swept over his fingers.

With the help of a praying mantis to cut the storage bag on his waist, the female cultivator surnamed Hu had a dull expression, her body rose to the sky while spraying blood, and the falling head was grabbed by Han Yu in her hand.

Han Yu looked at the human head in his hand, his face was full of consternation, and his face showed a hint of relief.

He had been in Xuanhuang City for a long time, and the demon monks he saw were all elites, and there were some misunderstandings about their magic weapons and exercises.

Of course, his underestimation of the power of the golden sword was also one of the important reasons for his fall, he definitely didn't expect to die in the hands of a small medium-grade magic weapon.

The guy died at his own hands, partly by his own surprise and partly by his negligence.

The golden knife and the black bead have been entangled for a long time, and subconsciously think that they have understood the power of the golden knife. Although I was wary after being reminded, I still didn't pay enough attention to it.

Negligence is really unacceptable!