The figure disappeared, the star hammer fell in the air, and with a bang, the rocks penetrated the sky, and the plants and trees flew. (I have an advertisement for my personal Taobao men's clothing store: shop62349453 points taobao.com/, there are play and some couple outfits, pants, etc., and you can enter by modifying the dots in the URL)

"It's gone." Qin Yun was shocked. The hidden way of the Taoist who seized the treasure was used again, and also disappeared out of thin air and disappeared.

At this moment, Qin Yun knew that this must be a struggle.

He also possesses the technique of concealment, and his cultivation is higher than his own, even much higher than the previous masked man. At least he is in the late stage of foundation building. I hope he does not have good magic weapons, so Qin Yun has no confidence in his heart.

Generally speaking, among small sects, it is a great thing to have a middle-grade magic weapon in foundation building. Only high-grade magic weapons can be afforded by large sects.

Only when you reach the realm of the Valley God can medium-grade magic weapons be popularized, and top-grade magic weapons can also have one or two pieces. As for treasures, they are treasures that can only be possessed by the wind, and even the mysterious female is hard to obtain.

Not to mention spiritual weapons, in some small sects, only the head of the sect can have a low-grade or medium-grade spiritual weapon. Ming Xinzi, the head of the Mingyue Sect, has only one high-grade spiritual weapon, which is his whisk.

Not to mention the immortal weapon, only those holy lands that have been passed down for tens of millions of years can be owned and cannot be used easily. They are usually only used to suppress luck and make the holy land immortal for thousands of years.

This foundation-building monk has a strange technique, and his hidden effect is exactly the same as the Taoist who seizes treasure, which makes Qin Yun feel three-pointed alert.

Qin Yun was surprised, and this monk was surprised. He found his hidden technique in a cave. After practicing it, his whereabouts were wandering and his figures were strange. With this auxiliary Taoist technique, he did a lot of activities to rob families, and even his fellow disciples did not know it. It can be seen that he attached great importance to this Taoist technique.

Unexpectedly, today he met a person who also knew how to hide his skills, and a hint of retreat in his heart, but the successive treasures on Qin Yun made him very moved.

Treasures, something that can only be possessed after reaching the wind control. Every man is guilty of being guilty of possessing a treasure. Such a small foundation building stage is really unbearable.

If both of them know how to hide, it depends on who is more skillful in the hidden art between them, who reveals the most legs, and who has the shortest time to hide, then the other party will seize the opportunity and give a fatal blow.

Qin Yun held his breath and concentrated his mind. He also used the hidden art, but he had not moved and his spiritual sense was released. The spiritual sense comparable to Xuanpin was his real killer move. He believed that this person who also knew the hidden art would definitely show his foot under his powerful spiritual sense.

Sure enough, after about a cup of tea, Qin Yun's spiritual consciousness found that a small grass bent slightly, not far from him, and he immediately judged that it must not be blown by the wind, but someone passing by.

The star meteor hammer in his hand quickly threw it out and hit an open space not far from the grass.

As Qin Yun expected, the Star Meteor Hammer was still in the air, and a large black banner appeared out of thin air, blocking the Star Meteor Hammer's path. He fought with each other several times, regardless of the upper and lower levels.

The star-flying hammer is like a meteor, falling from the sky, with great power, but the black banner is not an ordinary item, with black air swaying on it and the roar of the wronged soul. It is a demon soldier that is refined with the soul of a cultivator.

"There are hundreds of unjust souls on this soul banner. How many innocent people have you killed? As a righteous monk, you are so cruel. What's the difference between it and the evil demons and heretics? No wonder you have to cover your head and face and dare not show your true face. Today I want to practice the way for heaven, eliminate harm for the sake of reputation, and destroy your soul banner."

Qin Yun felt so happy. Usually, the elders of the sects bully the small sects under the name of practicing the way for heaven. Today, it was finally his turn.

"What are evil demons and heretics? You decent disciples are also robbing families. What is the difference between them and evil demons and heretics?"

Qin Yun was shocked. This sounded different from his ears: "You said you were your decent disciples, then you are not a decent disciple. Could it be that you are from the Demon Sect?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you are dead today." A black flying sword appeared behind Qin Yun out of thin air and attacked him in a hidden place.

While the two talked, they both determined the other party's location. When the man attacked Qin Yun, Qin Yun also attacked the monk, punched him and attacked his flying sword. The deadly golden needle secretly flashed behind her and headed straight for the back.

"You are despicable." The monk looked back and sweated coldly on his forehead. It was this golden needle that had just taken the life of a monk. How could he be negligent about the treasure-level magic weapon?

After wrapping, a red silk quickly faced the deadly golden needle, as if it could be infinitely longer, wrapping the golden needle layer by layer, causing Qin Yun to temporarily lose control of the golden needle.

"How is this? Is this a magic weapon? Is it also a treasure weapon?" Qin Yun couldn't believe his eyes. A treasure weapon was taken away by someone like this. It was so easy that he couldn't accept it.

"Hmph, you think you are the only one with treasures. You're fussy, so you'd better get to die."

"Collection of my treasures, right? Let's see how I deal with you." Qin Yun developed a slight anger at this demon cultivator who was hiding in the dark. He attacked him and also collected his treasures. The clay Bodhisattva still had three points of anger, let alone Mr. Qin Yun.

With a big hand, Qin Yun turned up a white jade bottle from the storage bag, "If the tiger doesn't show its power, you think I'm a sick cat. If you collect my treasures, you will also collect your treasures." Qin Yun pinched the bottle cap, kept spelling in his mouth, and pointed his right hand at the red silk.

With a sound of brushing, the red silk wrapped around the deadly golden needle quickly shrank, and was about to be taken away by Qin Yun's jade bottle.

"Don't think of success." The man snorted, kept chanting a spell in his mouth, trying to take back Hong Ling.

However, Qin Yun's jade bottle is a medium-grade treasure, specially used to collect magic weapons. Its function is much monotonous than that of the Hong Ling, but the power of collecting magic weapons is twice as powerful as that of the Hong Ling.

"Cover." Qin Yun shouted loudly, and Hong Ling quickly shrank, broke away from the monk's control, and put it into the jade bottle together with the deathly golden needle. "Hehe, I'll fight, I'll ask you to pay your wife and your soldiers."

"You bastard, let me come back to Huntian Ling."

"Why do you speak like a sissy? You don't have any door?" Qin Yun felt a little confused.

"You are the girl, look at the fight." The man seemed angry, and another black knife flew out. The knife was full of murderous aura, and it was obviously another magical treasure.

"It depends on whether you have many treasures or mine." After taking over Huntian Ling, Qin Yun felt happy and took out another golden mace, which was also a low-quality treasure.

With a loud bang, two treasures collided together, and the fight was very enjoyable.

When fighting, each has different means. Some rely on the ability to control a magic weapon, some rely on the power of a magic weapon, and some rely on the prohibition of magic weapons, but few people win by relying on the number of magic weapons. This first of all, the requirements for family background are higher, and it also tests the cultivators' ability to control magic weapons.

Qin Yun's spiritual consciousness is comparable to that of Xuanpin, with strong essence and blood. He took out a small golden sword from his arms, spewed out a mouthful of essence and blood, and threw out the treasure golden sword. There was still a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth. Qin Yun smiled slutty and said, "Come on, let's fight again if you have the kind."

At this moment, the two of them no longer hide their traces. This kind of Taoist technique can only achieve unexpected results when sneak attacks. When the enemy is prepared, the sneak attack has lost its best advantage. Even the killer will retreat silently and find a better opportunity.

"I see how much essence and blood you have." The masked monk picked up two thick and beautiful figures, took out a small bottle and a screen from the storage bag. The blood from the bottle flew out automatically and scattered on the screen. The screen quickly magnified and blocked the golden sword outside. It turned out to be a rare defensive treasure.

"Hell, let's see how you break my mountain and river screen picture."

"It's time to try to know if it can be broken." Although the Wujin Spear, although cracks appeared in the suitability of the corpse dragon, it is still a medium-grade treasure, and it is a very special one-time attack magic weapon. It can only be activated once with a mouthful of essence and blood.

Qin Yun sacrificed his black golden spear and in the blink of an eye it penetrated the picture of the mountain and river screen.

The monk was shocked. Although the black gold spear was a medium-grade treasure, its power was comparable to that of a top-grade treasure. The medium-grade defensive treasure Shanhe Screen Picture also resisted the attack of a top-grade treasure.

"Oh no, Xiaoyao Fan." The monk was also shockingly rich in treasures. As soon as he had damaged a screen of mountains and rivers, he took out a top-grade treasure artifact Xiaoyao Fan. I saw Xiaoyao Fan put it against the flying black golden spear, blocking it and sweeping it backwards.

The two of them used magic weapons to fight, which seemed complicated and chaotic, but in fact, under the control of their spiritual consciousness, several treasures flew out in an instant, attacking and defending, and defending and attacking, all completed in the blink of an eye.

After Qin Yun inherited the property of Taoist Treasure, although he had not obtained a single spiritual weapon, he obtained a lot of treasures, and the three grades of the upper, middle and lower levels were as many as dozens of treasures.

When he saw the masked monk sacrificed the top-grade treasure, he was not willing to be outdone. He also sacrificed the Dhara Sutra of the top-grade treasure. It was comparable to the Xiaoyao Fan and was comparable to the Qihoo.

One treasure after another flew out, and blood was spewed out. Until later, the essence and blood in the masked monk bottle were used up, and he could only use his own essence and blood to drive the treasure, and began to vomit essence and blood in big mouthfuls.

"I see when you can endure it."

"He vomited so much essence and blood, and he must be almost exhausted. He just needs to hold on for a while."

The two of them had their own thoughts, and no one was willing to give in. Dozens of treasures in the sky were flying back and forth, not giving in to each other.

"Hmph, your spiritual sense is not as good as mine, and you don't have enough control over treasures. You'd better surrender. I won't kill you."

"Don't think about it."

"Then don't blame me for being polite." Qin Yun shouted loudly, and dozens of treasures pressed towards the masked monk.

The masked monk accidentally was attacked by Qin Yun with a small magic weapon. He hit the masked monk with a fierce blow in his chest and flew backwards, and even the cloth covering his face fell down.

Qin Yun couldn't help looking at his face.
Chapter completed!