Starting from the hard-working Jindan ancestors

Chapter 221 On Sword Four, Yin God, Fanjing Temple Shows Roundness, Wuding God Religion Dudu
The innate aura is naturally obtained for Yangsan. With such an opportunity, Huang Yi is naturally happy to seek some benefits for his apprentice. After all, he is his own apprentice, and he, as a master, should also worry about it.

Weighing the 'Taiyi Gold Essence' and 'Tianchi Shentie' in his hands, Huang Yi couldn't help but feel joyful in his heart. These are treasures that he has never seen in the entire Pearl River Dragon Palace. With these two treasures, Ninety percent of them can refine a top-quality Tiangang Fumo Sword.

The lack of magic weapon is something he has noticed a long time ago. Except for those sword lunatics, a qualified monk should have magic weapons on hand to deal with various situations: attacking, defending, breaking the formation, searching for spirits, divination... And these are all Based on the background of a monk.

And if it is worse, at least the attack and the defensive treasures must be well prepared. After all, these two types of magic weapons are directly related to the life and death of a monk.There are really a lot of treasures in the Pearl River Dragon Palace, and the big brother of the Pearl River Dragon King is also very interesting, but the treasures stored in the Pearl River Dragon Palace are rarely top-quality. It was accumulated by the Dragon Lord of the Pearl River over the years. What kind of good treasures can the Golden Core monk, the Dragon Lord of the Pearl River, find, that is, to occupy the convenience of the Pearl River water system, there are quite a lot of ordinary treasures accumulated.

It was getting late outside, most of the monks were sitting cross-legged in their seats, some were drinking and having fun, some were entertaining friends, the atmosphere was not bad, but Zhang Qin, Zhang Tianshi, and Fuyu were gone. sky.

"You have already lost."

"What the Heavenly Master said is very true."

"Then how do you fulfill the reward you promised to my celestial master?" The voice was neither sad nor happy, as if he was not concerned about his own affairs, but anyone who knew him knew that this was the calm before the storm.

"Don't be annoyed, Master of Heaven, I am fully prepared to do things for Yu Tian." As he spoke, there was an extra white jade bottle in his hand, and a green shadow could be vaguely seen inside: "This is the one I found in the Antarctic Black Ice Realm. Innate wood spiritual energy, which was given to the celestial master, as for the Yuchi spiritual liquid, regardless of winning or losing, my Southern Demon Cult has a share, and after this matter, I will personally send it to Longhu Mountain." (Note that the unit, here is a , the previous text is a strand)
"Oh? Antarctic Xuanbing Realm?" Zhang Qin took the white jade bottle and asked in doubt.

"There is nothing better than this in the world. Who would have thought that a boundary like the Black Ice Realm could produce this innate wood aura full of vitality." Fu Yutian replied.

Zhang Qin nodded, as he recognized Fu Yutian's statement. With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the bottle was genuine. It is already in my own hands, and the source is not important.

"What are you trying to figure out?"

"That's fine, then so be it." The voice fell, but the person had disappeared.

Fu Yutian looked at the place where Zhang Qin disappeared, Fu Yutian was thoughtful, and then the clouds under him also moved, swayed slightly, and disappeared into the night.

"Front rice head, it's washing. Fanjing is Xianyuan, frying pan is pig, hawthorn and hawthorn." A monk with thick black eyebrows sat cross-legged on a wooden fish, spoke with a strong accent, and said.

Du Du's face looked like a black pot, but he still said: "Wuding God Sect, Du Du."

"The belly of the frying pan is a pig, and the head of the forehead rice lies down."

"Please!" "Dear!"

It has to be said that both Xianyuan and Du Du can become yin god bosses, and the skills in their hands are really not three or two, especially Xianyuan with a strong accent. , but it is not easy to "extend" Dudu.

And Du Du is worthy of being a leader-level figure in the Wuding God Sect. His magical fighting skills make people dizzying. , have never been that exhausted, if it is necessary to score a victory, in the case of no one to lend a helping hand, every ten days and a half months, it should be difficult to distinguish between winners and losers.

"The forehead is down, the belly is a pig, the tenth floor of the little monk card is almost a catty, and you step into the handle nine times?" The Buddha's dharma behind Xianyuan confronted Du Du, shouted the Buddha's name, and said to Du Du .

Du Du snorted coldly, ignored him, his body swelled up, and he went to kill Xianyuan again. Xianyuan was helpless, but he could only take over again and fight against Du Du.

Du Du also understands that it is meaningless to continue fighting now, but so what?Now that Luofu is in the upper hand, even if Xianyuan stops at this point, the monks of the Luofu sect will not say much, but I am different, if I stop here, there may be some church members who say that they are not able to work hard , leading to the defeat of the Devil's Cult, Zhang Qin didn't say stop, how dare he stop without authorization?On the contrary, at this last moment, you can't relax even more, you have to vent all your energy, even if you can't make merit, you have to fight well, prove that you have done your best, and let others have nothing to say .

Not to mention, this monk's poisonous mouth.
"The belly is a pig, the belly is a pig"

"The belly is the little monk pig who has slept before."

After fighting for dozens of rounds like this, there were bursts of smoke coming out of Du Du's body, but it was sweat from intense exercise, and the golden body of Buddha guarding Xianyuan's side was quite normal, but The cheeks on both sides seemed to be brightened, and looked a little swollen.

"You two friends, it's almost time, let's stop now." Zhang Qin's voice echoed in the mountains.

"Front forehead."

"Humph!"

Xianyuan chanted the Buddha's name, and Du Du snorted coldly, which was the end of this competition that had known the outcome for a long time.

"Master, this subordinate has a heavy trust, please punish me." After getting off the competition stage, Du Du said to Fu Yutian with a tangled expression on his face.

"It's okay, it's not your fault, let's go and rest." Fu Yutian's reply was neither sad nor happy, and it was finally relieved that it fell into Du Du's ears. Although he knew that he probably wouldn't blame him, but now These words fell in my ears, and my heart finally felt at ease.

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

"Trouble master Xianyuan." True Lord Tongmiao also greeted Xianyuan and thanked him.

"Front forehead, not Hong Kong, tsk, the little monk should be wrong." Facing Master Tong Miao's personal thanks, Xianyuan obviously seemed a little embarrassed, but the thick accent naturally made people ignore his tone Some of them are unnatural.

"Hahaha, please, master, congratulations, take Master Xianyuan to rest. Master has fought hard for three days, and I think I'm tired." There was a smile on the corner of Tongmiao Zhenjun's mouth, and it was obvious that he was in an extremely happy mood at this time. Turning his head, he heard Fu Yutian's unemotional words: "Fellow Daoist Tong Miao, please!"

(End of this chapter)