In the hall, every disciple of Wanjian Sect was chasing a magic weapon to conquer it. These magic weapons include folding fans, wooden fish, scrolls, brushes, and many styles. Yun Piaoyan, who was in contact with Jiang Lin, was now joining forces with the male cultivator who was standing behind Chi Jianzi with her, and suppressing a jade Ruyi.

It was a jade Ruyi as black as ink, carved with two Pixiu patterns on it. The powerful aura emanated from the jade Ruyi, showing its extraordinaryness. Chi Jianzi blocked the stairs to the second floor. When he saw who dared to snatch the magic weapon that the disciples of Wanjian Sect were conquering, he slashed it directly with a sword.

The cultivators who wanted to rob were immediately split in half. After a few times, the jealous cultivators typed into the battle for other magic weapons and could avoid these disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. After all, although the magic weapons chosen to subdue these disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect are good, they still have to have the life to enjoy them.

Jiang Lin just entered the hall and saw clearly the situation in the hall. A monk grabbed a brush that was constantly struggling in his hand and rushed towards the door of the hall. Obviously, this monk was lucky and had a more powerful magic weapon in the shape of a brush, but he had no way to sacrifice and refine it in such a chaotic situation.

Therefore, the monk could only wrap his brush with spiritual power, forcibly suppressing it from struggling, and prepared to rush out of the hall and find a quiet place to sacrifice this magic weapon. However, although he was lucky, he grabbed a magic weapon when he came in. However, the other monks were not very lucky, so the monk followed him with several monks who had not grabbed the magic weapon and came to him.

Jiang Lin, who had just entered the hall, undoubtedly blocked this opportunity and left the hall and found a place to sacrifice the way for the monk who had grabbed the magic weapon. So he took a look at Jiang Lin in the late stage of the Golden Pill. The monk who had grabbed the magic weapon did not hesitate at all, and the long sword in his hand slashed directly at Jiang Lin.

"Looking for death." Jiang Lin, who had suddenly seen Yun Piaoyan and was a little dazed in his mind, had no idea of ​​snatching the magic weapon. He just wanted to find an opportunity to ask Yun Piaoyan about something. This attack that wanted to leave the monk without any hesitation undoubtedly made Jiang Lin furious.

Jiang Lin moved his body sideways and avoided the sword that the monk slashed over. When the monk was a little surprised, he was a monk who was a monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul with all his strength, but was actually dodged by a monk who seemed not old in the late stage of the Golden Pill.

The muscles on Jiang Lin's right arm squirmed for a moment, and then punched himself and rushed to the chest of the Nascent Soul cultivator. A blue light rose from the Nascent Soul cultivator. This was a protective magic weapon. He felt that his master was in danger and took the initiative to raise his defense to protect his master.

However, if the rising blue light is generally able to withstand the full-strength attack of a Nascent Soul monk. However, in front of Jiang Lin's fist, the defense raised by the protective magic weapon was like paper-paste, and was instantly shattered by Jiang Lin's fist.

Knock! At the moment of tearing apart the defense of the magic weapon, Jiang Lin directly hit the chest of the Nascent Soul cultivator. A sound of bone cracking sounded, and a large piece of the Nascent Soul cultivator's chest sank. The Nascent Soul cultivator's eyes suddenly protruded out, and the excitement of his snatching magic weapon remained in his eyes, as well as the surprise of Jiang Lin avoiding his sword.

Touch! The Nascent Soul-stage monk who rushed over quickly flew backwards again. After hitting a few monks who had no time to hide, he hit a pillar in the hall and slid off the pillar. The blood foam spit out from his mouth was mixed with fragments of internal organs. The eyes of the Nascent Soul-stage monks turned into disbelief and unwillingness.

The monks who saw this scene couldn't help but be shocked, and looked at Jiang Lin as if they were looking at monsters. Kill a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul with one punch. Although there were many monks present who could do it, Jiang Lin's cultivation level was only in the late stage of the Golden Pill, and he had not yet reached the Nascent Soul Stage. Therefore, these monks who could do it also had a different look at Jiang Lin.

"Boy, if you destroy my body, I will definitely not let you go." All the monks were stunned for a moment. A Nascent Soul more than three inches tall flew out of the body of the early-stage Nascent Soul monk who was killed by Jiang Lin and had a slump of his chest. He rolled up the storage bag on the monk's body, and the brush artifact in his hand that he wanted to escape from the shackles of spiritual power, and then his figure suddenly disappeared.

The body of the early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who was originally lying on the ground and was shattered by Jiang Lin's punch instantly shriveled and turned into ashes. Obviously, the cultivator's soul just now knew that this body had been killed, so the soul used the last trace of connection with the body to forcefully remove all the essence of the body and perform a blood shield.

"I'm waiting for you." Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly. The constant fighting sounds and the floating bloody smell made Jiang Lin feel a little irritated. This is also the main factor that Jiang Lin can fight back so fiercely after he discovered that someone had murderous intent on him.

However, what Jiang Lin did not expect was that the other party was really a character. At the critical moment, the hero cut off his arm and directly abandoned his body. He brought the storage bag. He had not yet sacrificed the magic weapon for refining, so he left the Blood Shield. Although the Blood Shield used the essence of the body this time, he would still seriously damage his vitality if he did this.

"What's wrong with Junior Sister Jianqing?" The flying sword and Yu Ruyi who were pulling her trembling, the male cultivator who was originally standing behind Chi Jianzi found Yun Piaoyan distracted and looked at the door of the hall. He also turned his head in confusion and looked at him and asked.

"Oh, nothing. Brother Jianqing, let's continue. This Yu Ruyi is a top-grade magic weapon in magic weapons, and it is also a rare magic weapon with both offense and defense. After conquering, the senior brother's strength will definitely be able to go to the next level." Yun Piaoyan, or Jianqing now, shook his head with nothing smile.

"Yes, although it is just a top-grade magic weapon, it is not a treasure weapon, but such a magic weapon with both offense and defense is no worse than a top-grade magic weapon. If it can be conquered, it will be a great thing. But the sword in my hand is good. After this Yu Ruyi is conquered, I will give it to you for junior sister." Jian Qing said to Yun Piaoyan with a gentle smile.

It is very difficult to find a satisfactory magic weapon in the cultivation world. Even the magic weapon that is refined by a cultivator above the Nascent Soul stage will have shortcomings in one way or another, let alone these magic weapons made by weapon refiners and used by other monks.

Therefore, the desire for a good magic weapon is very great. After all, without elixir, you can find a place with rich spiritual energy to study hard. Without a good magic weapon, even if you fight with a weak monk, you will fall into a disadvantage. This is also the reason why there are many monks rushing in once some ruins and secret realms appear, even though you know the danger.

Because as long as you obtain some magic tricks, magic weapons, elixirs, advanced rare treasures from these ruins and secret realms, you can instantly match the results of a monk's hard work for decades or even hundreds of years. How can you not let the monk go crazy?

"So strong, I don't know if it's safe to be hugged by him." He grabbed a hand of the building that he had stolen from the hall. Bai Meier stared at Jiang Lin with watery eyes, as if Jiang Lin hooked her fingers, she would immediately exchange the newspaper for a charming expression.

"A very powerful punch. But there is no trace of beauty. Look at the chest of the monk who was beaten to death, so a large piece of it was sunken. He should use his fist force to directly smash the other party's internal organs and make the other party's outside unharmed. This is the perfect punch." Wen Ruyu shook the fan in her hand and looked at Jiang Lin with dissatisfaction.

Although Jiang Lin's punch was very violent and he was a second-level kill. However, in front of countless flying magic weapons, the hall continued to fall into chaos, and all kinds of shouting and screaming, and the sound of fighting was endless. The bloody smell in the hall became stronger and stronger.

"Sir Chi, should we go up to the next level? The things here are a bit too much to see?" Wen Ruyu shook the folding fan in his hand and said. On the first floor of the hall, the best magic weapon is the top-grade Yu Ruyi, which was conquered by Jian Qing and Jian Qing, and the others are low-grade and medium-grade magic weapons.

These magic weapons do not have any new gravity for people like Wen Ruyu, and the same is true for cultivators above the Out-of-body stage. Even if they are not good at refining weapons, it is not too difficult to refine one or two magic weapons at the Out-of-body stage. So after entering, the monks above the Out-of-body stage only strengthened some strange-looking magic weapons, and then stood quietly.

"Then let's go up and take a look, but more people will die after going up." Chi Jianzi, who was standing at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, glanced over the people who were snatching the magic weapon of Taoism, and then took the lead in walking towards the second floor.

At this time, the strong smell of blood had covered the first floor of the hall. The originally neat hall was in a mess at this time. Only half of the cultivators rushed in were left. There were only a dozen cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage who abandoned their bodies and escaped directly, which showed the intensity of the battle. So at this time, the floor of the hall had been stained with blood, and dead bodies were lying everywhere.

Watching Chi Jianzi and his group walk towards the second floor, the surviving monks looked at me, and I looked at you. Several of the people who snatched the magic weapon turned around and rushed outside the hall. Obviously, they had gained something and did not want to continue taking risks. The monks who had not gained something followed after hesitating for a while.

"It feels a little wrong. The best baby reminded by the jade pendant is not upstairs, but underground." Jiang Lin injected the spiritual energy condensed from the family's teachings into the jade pendant in his chest, and his brows frowned. He looked at the messy first floor hall, and then looked at the stairs leading to the second floor with a look on his face.
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