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Under the cold moonlight, in the uninhabited valley, there are two people fighting each other who are forgetting their lives. All kinds of immortal techniques, talismans, and magic weapons, all the means are exhausted, and the murderous spirit is soaring.

Finally, with a brilliant flash of swordlight, and after a miserable howl, the battle was decided. One of the blue-clad friars lay on the ground, a large wound on his chest spurting blood. His face was full of disbelief, and his palms trembled as he dug into his bosom to get something.

- The immortal cultivator's methods are strange, but how could the white-clothed man on the opposite side let him succeed, and immediately rushed up to make up for it...... So, in the last scream, one arm flew high, and something fell to the ground in the palm of his hand. And after the blue-clothed man's lips moved a few times, he finally let out his last breath and died.

His eyes were still open, and his face was full of unconvinced and unwilling expressions, but he was still dead after all.

And the man in white who was the victor was not having a good time, although there were no obvious injuries on his body, but the sweat on his forehead was rushing, and his chest was panting like a cow, obviously the fight just now, especially the secret technique displayed at the last moment, was also a great drain on his physical strength. But anyway, he won! He's the winner!

The opponent was defeated, died, and lost everything from then on.

And he, will get everything from the other party, while continuing to have an infinite future!

The young man's face unconsciously showed a proud expression again, judging from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, it is estimated that he has often made this kind of demeanor in the past, but it is very compatible with his own temperament.

There was a sound of footsteps not far ahead, and the young man raised his head a little nervously, but after seeing the comer, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young master, you have won again?"

The person who came was a martial artist, about forty years old, who looked shrewd and capable. He glanced at the field and understood the situation, but he was used to it, and he didn't look too surprised.

"Of course, this time the idea is a little bit stabbed, but after all, it is not the enemy of our Lin family's 'Shura Absolute Sword'. ”

The young man in white smiled proudly, and the middle-aged martial artist knew his temperament, and immediately laughed and praised:

"That is also the young master of our family, and he can reach the mid-term realm in his twenties. Today, even those top major sects, among the elite disciples, are only like that!"

The young man in white laughed, obviously very useful to this sycophant.

"Uncle Liu praised me too much, if it weren't for the fact that my ancestors did not hesitate to spend their efforts to open up the innate for me, and there were many auxiliary means of the family at the expense of financial resources, I would not have reached this realm today...... Hehe, speaking of which, this guy is actually above the Four Heavens, and it took a lot of effort to kill him. ”

As he spoke, he nodded at the corpse opposite him with his toes, and the middle-aged man known as Uncle Liu was slightly stunned when he heard this:

"It's also a mid-stage monk, and there are a few families around here, except for you, the young master, I haven't heard of any family with such a young mid-stage monk!"

"Maybe it's Jiang Qianglong, but since he has arrived at our Changyang Lin clan's land, it doesn't matter if he is a dragon or a tiger, he has to lie cross-legged, otherwise it will be a dead word!"

Perhaps because he had almost completely recovered his strength, the young man in white finally fully showed his usual arrogant posture, he waved his hand, and said with a commanding attitude as usual:

"Let's trouble Uncle Liu to search and see what good goods this kid has on him - mid-term monk, hehe, he must have some family background, if he can send me a Qiankun bag, it will be even better." ”

"Yes!"

Uncle Liu has obviously been accustomed to this kind of command for a long time - his young master is used to being high, and of course he doesn't care about the dirty work of touching corpses. And he can also reap some benefits by doing this-some things that mid-stage monks don't look like, and they are given casually, but they are very useful to him, a mortal martial artist.

He didn't rush to examine the corpse, his eyes first fell on the half-severed arm of the grass next to him - under the palm of his hand, something was faintly pressed, emitting a rather strong magic weapon aura, which was obviously a good thing.

The young man in white next to him had actually been paying attention to that thing for a long time - what the other party wanted to reach for before he died must be something quite important, and maybe it could change the tide of the battle. He didn't rush to pick it up after the battle just now, but he was worried that there was something strange in it - the things that belonged to immortal cultivators were not simple, and all kinds of traps and plots were endless. Even if there is no special arrangement on it, if it is an item that has been sacrificed by blood, it is normal for the item to be damaged after the death of its owner, and it will explode and annihilate at the same time.

So generally speaking, if it is not in a particularly emergency situation, you may as well "dry" it for a while, and then say, don't rush to grab the loot, at least wait until the owner is dead, so as to reduce the threat somewhat. And let the subordinate warriors pick it up, of course, it is safer - although the young man in white is arrogant, he does not lack experience in the rivers and lakes, and he has killed many monks over the years, and he is also a veteran in this regard.

And Uncle Liu is not so cautious - mortal martial artists abound all over the world. Since he follows the immortal cultivator as a guard, he is a character who pins his head to the waistband of his trousers, and can only rush ahead in everything and fight with his life. If you're still cautious, don't do anything.

He walked straight over, bent down, luck in the palm of his hand, and slowly picked up the object. I didn't feel anything abnormal when I took the item in my hand, and the tentacles felt a little warm, and my heart was suddenly happy - there was no trap on this thing, and it didn't seem to be a blood sacrifice thing, so I could earn it this time!

It was only the expression of joy that remained on his face for a moment, and the next moment, when he looked down and saw the whole thing, his face changed dramatically, first with his hands and then with his legs...... In the end, the whole body trembled unconsciously.

"Uncle Liu, what's wrong with you? Uncle Liu!"

The young man in white watched his movements, and thought that he had encountered some trap, so he couldn't help but ask repeatedly. And the latter trembled for a long time, and then he trembled and responded:

"Woe to you...... Woe to you! Young master, our Lin family is about to come to a catastrophe!"

"What's going on? Hugh is babbling nonsense!"

The young man in white didn't look like he had been tricked by something, and immediately stepped in front of him with an angry look on his face. But Uncle Liu had no time to take care of his emotions at this time, and raised his hands tremblingly, so that the other party could see the items in his hands:

"This ...... This is the nameplate of a disciple of West Kunlun Mountain! He is a disciple of the Kunlun faction! We killed the people of Kunlun!"

In his hand, a jade nameplate was shining, and there was a Dao aura swimming back and forth on it, which was obviously a magic weapon-level treasure. The back of the nameplate is engraved with an extremely intricate charm pattern, as well as two rows of small letters:

"Don't take evil as small, don't take good as small. ”

On its front, there are only three shining quaint seal characters:

- West Kunlun.

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