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Chapter 66 I got the storage bag of the old man in Jimo
Green mountains and green waters.

On the bank of a large river about [-] meters wide, a young man with an ordinary face walked against the wind.

Behind the young man, a luxurious sedan chair followed closely.

The sedan chair was carried by four strong men. The four strong men were obviously good at foot strength, and their lightness skills were extraordinary. The sedan chair slid forward for more than ten meters with a little gap between the blades of the grass.

"Wang Lin, you are so brave, you dare to kill my disciple of the old man Jimo!"

A deep voice came from behind.

Wang Lin staggered, picked up the remaining spiritual power on his body, and galloped away.

Ahead, the river is surging and the road is broken.

Wang Lin suddenly turned around, eyes glistening with blood, and looked at the old man Jimo.

"stop!"

The old man Jimo opened the car curtain with a wave and walked out slowly. Behind him, four strong men stood quietly.

"Boy, how do you want to die?"

Jimo old man looked at Wang Lin like a cat catching a mouse, his steps were casual and careless.

Because, in his eyes, Wang Lin is just a little bit bigger ants, but he is a major repair in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

"Boy, with your strength of the thirteenth floor of the Qi Condensation Stage, you can definitely kill him!" Situ Nan's voice rang in his ears.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he said softly. "Senior, will you help me later?"

"Boy, your experience in fighting is too weak. You will have to experience it a few more times before you will understand the law of the jungle in the cultivation world!" Situ Nan's voice came. "Don't count on the old man, the essence of the old man's Nascent Soul is limited, if he helps you, he will fall asleep for an unknown number of years!"

Wang Lin's eyes sank when he heard that, Jimo old man was known as the outstanding person in the middle stage of the foundation establishment period, he was brutal and bloodthirsty, and every monk who fought with him died without a whole body.

This man's reputation spread far and wide.

"Old man, if you want to fight, you can fight. Where is there so much nonsense?" Wang Lin said, and slapped the storage bag, and a black flying sword appeared on the top of his head. , the wind roared, and he slashed at the old man Jimo!

At the same time, Wang Lin waved an ordinary paper talisman and appeared, and was spurted out by a mouthful of blood.

The talisman paper burst into blue light in an instant, and a blue beam of light shot directly at the old man Jimo.

"court death!"

Seeing Wang Lin's desperate counterattack, the old man Jimo's eyes turned cold, and he slapped the storage bag, and a magic weapon in the shape of a sick banana fan was sacrificed by him.

The plantain fan is good at facing the wind, and instantly becomes one person tall.

boom!
Lie Yan (raging flames) rose into the air, and a huge flame rushed towards Wang Lin along with the fan!

"Old man Jimo's deadly fan!"

Wang Lin's eyes sank, and he slapped the storage bag again while waving his hand. Suddenly, twelve flying swords flew out, and flew towards the old man Jimo amidst Wang Lin's heartache.

"burst!"

Wang Lin shouted loudly, and the moment the twelve flying swords approached the old man of Jimo, they burst open!

More than a dozen flying swords exploded, and Wang Lin felt a pain in his heart.

This is the only half of his flying sword left.

"sucker Punch!"

The old man Jimo sneered, the plantain fan was even more powerful, barely blocking the explosion of Wang Lin's flying sword, but he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and a pitch-black flying sword emerged!

The moment the pitch-black flying sword appeared, there was even black flame around the blade, making it hard to look directly at.

Seeing the murderous intent coming from the pitch-black sword, Wang Lin's pupils narrowed sharply, and he was about to strike.

Situ Nan's sigh came to Mu Ran's ears. "Boy, this sword is not easy. You can't resist it. This old man can only help you this time. After that, you will fall into a deep sleep. You don't know when you will wake up!"

After Situ Nan finished speaking, he suddenly gasped. "this is.?"

A pitch-black vortex appeared in front of him, spinning towards the old man of Jimo.

The speed of the whirlpool was not fast, so the old man Jimo slashed at the whirlpool with his sword.

There was no sound, no fluctuation, and the sword in the old man Jimo's hand was only the hilt, and the front part had disappeared.

"what?"

The old man Jimo was horrified, he wanted to back up, but found that he couldn't move.

He watched helplessly as the pitch-black vortex swirled past his waist, not only taking away a large piece of flesh and blood, it actually took away his storage bag.

The old man Jimo let out a scream and stepped back sharply.

After reacting, Wang Lin made a gesture with one finger, and the remaining dharma sword flew out, and went straight to the old man Jimo.

With a bang, it exploded beside him!

Jimo old man flew out, dressed in rags, he looked like a beggar, he subconsciously slapped the storage bag on his waist, but it was empty.

Depressed, the Jimo old man quickly grabbed a magic sword from the strong man carrying the sedan chair, and rushed towards Wang Lin.

However, the wound on Jimo's waist was too deep, and he lost his storage bag and magic weapon. How could he be Wang Lin's opponent?
In less than a few rounds, he was killed by Wang Lin.

"What will you get?"

Lei Guan was looking forward to it in his heart, Immortals against the world.

Cultivation technique?

Elixir?

Soul pet?

Magic sword?

The possibilities are endless!
Swish!
There was a soft sound, ripples in the air, and a dark vortex appeared.

A large piece of flesh and blood fell to the ground.

"What is this? The lottery draw is just a piece of meat?" Lei Guan was a little confused.

This time the lottery is over.

Lei Guan was crying, and his mood suddenly turned bad, "Hey, what the hell, the 500-point happiness index is in vain."

Just then, the sound of the system came. "Congratulations to the host, you have drawn the storage bag of Jimo old man"

Lei Guan's voice suddenly paused, and his eyes widened. "Jimo old man's storage bag? Where is it?"

Lei Guan's eyes scanned the meat carefully, and finally found a gold-rimmed bag the size of a baby's fist.

There is a golden thread on the mouth of the bag, which strings the bag together.

Lei Guan carefully picked up the storage bag, the bag was light and fluffy. "This is the storage bag? It's so light, can't it be empty?"

"System, how do you open this storage bag?" Lei Guan thought of the system.

"Hello host, to open the storage bag, the host needs to have 200 mental power, or spend 500 happiness points, and the system will open it for you directly!" The system's cold voice came, and Lei Guan's heart sank. These two requirements All a bit high wow.

"Uh, why do you have to have a happiness index for everything these days?" Lei Guan felt a little dizzy.

　Thank you for your recommendation tickets, thank you, Mr. Zuo, and me, the two book friends for your years of experience, thank you, thank you!
　　During the six-channel recommendation period, everyone is welcome to help, and the recommendation tickets are up, thank you!
　　Long Xun hurriedly went to bed and went to work at 6 o'clock tomorrow

　　
　
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