When everyone in Bailugou heard the words of Master Jinyuan, they were in a complicated mood.

Master Jinyuan’s own cultivation and their Wuhuayuan’s strength are the only one in Bailugou.

Today, when facing outsiders, Master Jinyuan is so shameless about turning black and white, and making a comeback, they naturally can't stand it.

It's a magic weapon...

If Zhao Yang on the opposite side really took out a bunch of magic weapons, would he take it himself or not?

Not to mention these people, even Zhu Huai, who was standing in front of Zhao Yang, was in a complicated mood at this time.

"Why, if you can't bear it, I'll take it myself." Seeing that Zhao Yang didn't say anything, Master Jinyuan shouted softly, a small mountain flag fluttered in his hand, and a look of trying to do something.

This is the world of cultivation. Beyond the land of wealth and law, it is not easy to seek the Tao, and it is even more difficult to protect the Tao!

At this time, Zhao Yang had a clear understanding that the great way is open to the sky, and he can only compete for the best!

He flipped his left hand and a light green sheathed sword fell into his hand.

The sword is three feet and six inches long, with a bronze hilt, and is engraved with inscriptions. There are faint light patterns on the thighs and scabbards, as if it contains explosive power.

"The Green Wolf Sword weighs forty-eight kilograms, and uses Qingyuan iron marrow as the main material. The sword body carves the inscriptions of the twelve winds, increasing the speed of sword drawing by six times. The three wind-type sword techniques are sealed in the sword, which can be divided or combined."

Holding the long sword, Zhao Yang explained it one by one, and everyone's faces showed an incredible expression.

Could such attribute be - "a top-grade magic weapon, the green wolf sword?"

Top-grade magic weapon!

Even though he was in a place where clouds were flowing, Zhao Yang could still hear a few heavy breaths coming from the opposite side.

People always have greed and can control it, which is not enough temptation.

"You, you say it's the best, the best?" Master Jinyuan swallowed, spitted, widened his eyes, and shouted loudly. But this tone was unconsciously nervous and stuttered.

"Yes, how could you have a top-grade magic weapon? It must be fake." A Taoist wearing a Yuebai Taoist robe and a righteous face shouted. He didn't dare to look at Zhao Yang's eyes, but turned his head and looked at the others beside him.

"That's right, fake."

"Who has seen the top-grade magic weapon?"

"Where did your sword come from? Don't you buy it casually on the street?"

...

Zhao Yang listened with interest. The people on the other side unknowingly threw their original hypocrisy aside, completely revealing their ugly faces.

"I got this sword in the secret realm." Zhao Yang spoke, and the opposite side was immediately quiet.

His eyes swept across the face of the person opposite, and a smile surged over his cheeks.

"I got it after killing the ninth-level demon beast of Qi Refining."

Kill the ninth-level demon beast of Qi refining!

He said he killed the ninth-level demon beast of Qi Refining!

A chill rushed to the back of his head, and everyone stepped back unconsciously.

Master Jinyuan shook his whole body, staring at Zhao Yang's smiling face, and a huge sense of anger appeared in his heart.

He is playing tricks on me! He is playing tricks on me from beginning to end!

He could kill the ninth-level monster of Qi refining, but he was humble here. Is this using my Master Jinyuan as a monkey?

Should I be teased by him?

no way!

The magic weapon is mine! The top-grade magic weapon is mine!

A violent aura rose up, and his eyes instantly turned blood red!

"Entering the devil?" Zhao Yang was stunned, then grinned.

It's good to be possessed...

"You fool me! Why do you fool me!" The demon-in-law Master Jinyuan's spiritual energy suddenly transformed into black air that soared into the sky, and his face was covered with magic patterns.

"I want to kill! I want to kill!" As he roared, Master Jinyuan raised his hands, and green scales the size of copper coins were covered with them.

"I didn't expect that the little white deer valley still had a demon cultivator," Zhao Yang looked at the demon-evolved master Jinyuan and pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword: "Today Zhao will kill the demons and eliminate the demons--"

"warehouse--"

The sound of the sword being unsheathed was like a thunderbolt. The floating clouds in the sky turned into flying catkins and drifted away under the flowing light of the sheath.

The sword light comes quickly and goes quickly.

A cultivator at the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refining is just that even if he is possessed by a demon.

For Zhao Yang, drawing the sword is really just to show off.

Looking at the Lord Jinyuan, who was lying above the clouds, his body twitching and his eyes were dull, Zhao Yang's smile on his face became even brighter.

"Friends of Taoism, you Bailugou have demons..."

magic!

Everyone in the world can punish him!

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, this is something--"

"Who is a fellow Taoist with you!" Zhao Yang interrupted the man viciously, pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword again, and licked his lips with his bright red tongue: "Today is a good day to kill demons and eliminate demons..."

"Zong Master Zhao, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings--"

Zhao Yang's sword just now made the Bailugou cultivators frightened. Seeing that he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, he quickly waved his hands.

"Misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding? You are from the same group!" Zhao Yang slowly pulled out half of the sword in his hand: "We cultivators, we should kill all the devils, rather than let go..."

His long sword was drawn out, and a clear sword light was wrapped around it, and the sword energy was scattered. The three-foot sword light snatched the glory of the scorching sun.

"It's you..."

Zhao Yang pointed his sword and the monk opposite him turned pale, and he kept saying, "It's not me, it's not me..."

"That's you!" Zhao Yang turned his sword and pointed to the other side.

"Master Zhao, please spare me! Please spare me!"

"It's you!"

"It's you!"

...

Zhao Yang's sword tips one by one, making these people beg for mercy.

"It's you!"

Zhao Yang's sword edge was placed on Zhu Huai's shoulder not far from him.

"Hey... Master Zhao, come to my Bailugou today. What do you want? I, Bailugou, have this little family background. What do you like, just take it." At this time, Zhu Huai understood it and could only say with a wry smile.

"Hehe, you Bailugou have a demon cultivator..." Zhao Yang smiled, and the point of his sword had already been broken by his sword. The golden source of his cultivation was lost.

"Zheng Master Zhao, fellow Taoist Zhao, just say it if you have something to do, and we will do whatever you want." Zhu Huai begged with a bitter face.

"Yes, Master Zhao, just give me instructions."

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, if you have something to say, you might as well say it."

...

At this time, the monk from Bailuling finally realized that the person in front of him had been plotting against him.

"Okay," Zhao Yang nodded, reached out and took the iron fan collected by Master Jinyuan back, and then threw it into Zhu Huai's arms.

"A medium-grade magic weapon, exchange for all the newly acquired disciples in Bailugou this year."

"How can it be-"

"It's just the right time to kill demons and eliminate demons-" Zhao Yang pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword again.

Holding the cold moon fan in his hand, Zhu Huai's heart was full of passion.

With this medium-grade magic weapon in hand, Bailuling, you seem to have the final say, right? Besides, can you support the person on the other side?

"Since Fellow Daoist said that, then do it." Zhu Huai held the queyue fan in his hand, bent down and clasped his fists.

"Okay, then I'll leave this matter to fellow Taoist Zhu, you'll be responsible." Zhao Yang reached out and patted Zhu Huai's shoulder, swept his eyes to the Bailuling monks, and said lightly: "If anyone has any objection to this transaction, you can raise it."

carry?

Bring a hair!

Seeing that everyone was silent, Zhao Yang laughed: "Then let's just say that!"

After saying that, a sword light surged up to the sky, "Remember, give me an explanation of Qingyun Sect."

With a sword roar, the sword energy was free. Everyone felt that the sword energy was so painful that they couldn't open their eyes. When they looked at it, Zhao Yang was no longer in front of them.

"This guy-" someone said something hatefully, but was interrupted by Zhu Huai.
Chapter completed!