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Chapter five hundred and ninetieth you are not worthy(2/2)

"It seems to have changed a little."

Lin Yun looked at the Burial Flower Sword in his hand, and the natural veins on the wooden sword body, flashed with a faint light of inspiration.

Five disciples of the Yang Xuan Realm who were small in succession were not worthy of his drawing of his sword, but killing them one by one would be a little troublesome.

Since you can kill with one sword, you can also come out. It just so happens that if the burial flowers have improved after absorbing the fragrance of flowers in the past few days.

However, Lin Yun had no intention of taking the drawn sword in a while, but just looked in a certain direction.

Swish!

The figure hidden in the shadow finally couldn't help but fall into Lin Yun's vision.

"Awesome, with the power of one sword, you can kill four disciples of the sect who are small in Yang Xuan Realm. This kind of strength is difficult to achieve even some masters of the sect who are large in Yang Xuan Realm. You can be perfect with Yin Xuan Realm

I really admire my cultivation level."

The person who came was an old man, about seventy or eighty years old, very energetic. When he spoke, he had a strong smile on his face, hiding his evil spirit very well.

While talking, a sand snake about a hundred feet suddenly emerged from the ground and rushed towards the seven-colored fog flower.

Click!

But as soon as he appeared, the old man pointed out a huge hole and broke it into two pieces.

Awesome, this sand snake forest is a bit difficult to deal with if it doesn't come out of the sword. The other party can break the point, and whether it is intentional to establish authority or not, it is considered to be a little capable.

Among the casual cultivators, they should not be weak.

Lin Yun's expression was not at all turbulent, and he didn't say anything, but just looked at the other person quietly.

The old man was a little disappointed when he saw Lin Yun's expression. His attack was so thunderous that he wanted to shock Lin Yun.

But unexpectedly, the other party had no idea.

But it doesn't matter, he immediately smiled and said, "My friend, don't get me wrong. I have no interest in this fog flower. There are many powerful evil cultivators in this dry sea, and I have seen them too.

Some monsters in the top ten outside list are terrible. I think my friends should have heard of it. There is no reason to say this dry sea. It is better to make friends and join forces to enter the Star Lord’s ancient tomb?



He is indeed not interested in the seven-colored fog flowers.

He was interested in Lin Yun. Such a sect monster may be amazing. But he was somewhat proud and lacked experience in the world, even though he knew that he was not trustworthy.

I will also feel confident and can hold him in my hands at any time.

He has a way to deal with such a junior. By then, when Lin Yun dies in his hands, it will be more than Xiwuhua, and the treasures on Lin Yun are all his.

For example, that sword is very good.

The old man squinted his eyes, his smile gradually became stronger, and the greedy look in his eyes was covered without any leakage.

"You are not worthy."

The sword came out and returned to the sheath, and Lin Yun picked the flowers and left.

However, in the empty ground, in addition to the five headless corpses, there was an additional corpse cut in half by the thunder and lightning.
Chapter completed!
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