The moment Yu Rong and Qi Yun appeared, all the monks' eyes were focused on Chunyang and his party.
Nervous, angry, greedy, contempt, everyone's emotions are different. Without exception, they are very concerned about Chunyang Palace's opinion. Originally, everyone secretly discussed that if someone from Chunyang wanted to seize the treasure, they would risk their lives to offend the leader of Chunyang. The treasure must be protected despite the danger. According to the normal development, it should be a powerful person. What is embarrassing is that two people came.
One is Yu Rong, who is known as the wise man in the world, and the other is even more terrifying. The nickname given to Qi Yun by the cultivators is the Sword Demon. He can dominate the world with one person and one sword, and even evil spirits will be scared to death if they see him.
Three people and one snake came to the middle of the field and saw the mysterious pagoda that radiated precious light.
Bai Yujun found that the tower seemed to be particularly mysterious and precious, and he had an urge to possess it. His head was buzzing, and his eyes were filled with treasures glowing...
Suddenly, the animal instinct deep in the soul sensed the crisis and woke up.
After waking up, I felt a little scared. It was just a magic weapon. It could absorb the soul and interfere with my thinking. If I hadn't just woken up, I wouldn't have been able to escape from going crazy for the treasure.
Yu Rong and Qi Yun were safe and sound, and nodded with satisfaction at Bai Yujun's performance.
Gan Wu closed his eyes tightly and broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
The two powerful men had no intention of waking Gan Wu up, and even threatened everyone present not to interfere. Qi Yun wanted to use this strange treasure to temper Gan Wu's Taoist heart, and see whether he would choose the treasure or stick to his Taoist heart in the end.
Gan Wu, who was sweating profusely, didn't know what happened to him...
treasure……
With treasure you can have everything, baby, that's my baby!
No...the sword is my only one!
Baby...sword...
Bai Yujun looked at Gan Wu who was sweating profusely and had his eyes closed tightly. The veins in his neck were trembling constantly, as if he was struggling with great force. It seemed that humans were still not as sensitive to crises as animals.
He turned around and looked at the monks around him.
Those who were close seemed to be experts and were not tempted by the treasure. Those with low cultivation levels all stood in the distance and stared at the pagoda with both greedy and fearful eyes.
Fortunately, the instinct from the depths of the animal soul made Bai Yujun want to stay away from the treasure. Unfortunately, humans have lost that kind of intuition for danger after evolution.
The two Chunyang bosses were stunned and forced a group of monks to watch the young man overcome his inner demons.
After half a stick of incense, Gan Wu's face became duller and tougher...
sword! I only have swords in my whole life, my way is the sword, my heart is the sword, even if the treasure is better than me, it has nothing to do with it, everything that is not what I want is vain.
A swordsman would rather break than bend!
No matter how strong or weak the enemy is, I will defeat them with one sword!
Open your eyes! Those who saw those eyes seemed to feel the sharpness of the sword. A sword energy from Gan Wu's head shot straight into the sky. In the blink of an eye, his momentum increased and his cultivation level improved greatly. The monks' eyes widened in disbelief.
Just comprehending it in a short time can improve your cultivation and your realm? Then what are we doing by taking pills every day to grab our spiritual veins?
Qi Yun and Yu Rong smiled, Chunyang would have another master in the future.
"Hahaha~ It's just a foreign object, Gan Wu disdains it!"
One sentence said that the monks present were quite embarrassed. He and others were beaten to death by someone who was looked down upon. They were slapped in the face with their bows, left, right, front and back, and they were slapped in the face until they were bald.
"So, you Chunyang Palace won't be able to steal treasures?" a monk hiding behind shouted.
The monks were stunned, and they immediately felt that the guy was very eye-catching and good at talking. His face was nothing compared to treasures. Only with treasures could he have a better cultivation environment and obtain more resources.
"This thing is a treasure in your eyes, but it is just a foreign object in our eyes. How to snatch it is your business. However, no one is allowed to implicate the people outside the mountain, otherwise they will bear the consequences."
Yu Rong spoke very calmly, as if chatting about family matters, but no one dared to look down upon her.
"Is this true?"
Some people were in disbelief and wanted to confirm.
Bai Yujun really wanted to say something nonsense, but he didn't dare to be too arrogant in front of these humans. The great gods didn't dare to touch them. They were all experts at slaying demons.
Qi Yun raised his eyelids and looked at it. He resisted the urge to draw his sword and groaned. He turned around and took Gan Wu to the top of the mountain. Yu Rong also flew over with Bai Yujun. When he reached the top of the mountain, he meditated without even looking at the monks. Gan Wu simply closed his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.
Bai Yujun looked left and right, then tiptoed behind Yu Rong to meditate.
The people in the square were still tit for tat, and the pagoda was just suspended in the middle without moving. Even Bai Yujun could tell that something was not normal. When he was discovered, he did not run away, but waited for a lot of people to come before he became more spiritual. Run away, cheat. I guess those monks can also see that they are just reluctant to part with it. There is only one treasure, and there are dozens of sects. Let's see if they take it apart or smash it one by one.
Several of the sects who had grudges against each other wanted to fight but did not dare.
Let's fight. We lost manpower and let the onlookers take advantage of us. We all swore not to fight until the end. It's very embarrassing.
Some people have also proposed solutions, but it is difficult to satisfy everyone. With so many people, no one wants to lose money.
The casual cultivators stood on the outside looking forward eagerly. You must know that there are many good luck legends in the cultivation world. For example, being automatically recognized as a master by a magic weapon and finally becoming a master leads a life of being surrounded by flowers and beauties. What else can be missed in the melee? Debao found a place to retreat for hundreds of years and came out to kill everyone.
If you can dream about it, there is definitely a story to tell.
Qi Yun took Gan Wu to familiarize himself with the stable realm of swordsmanship, but Yu Rong remained motionless.
Just when Bai Yujun was in a daze, a group of more than a dozen monks came up from the mountain. For some reason, when Bai Yujun saw those dozen people, he immediately became ferocious and wanted to go forward and kill them. It was an instinctive behavior. In this situation, Rarely, looking directly at the other person's throat.
"Snake, be at peace."
Bai Yujun's violent heart was awakened by Yu Rong, but he still showed hostility towards that group of people.
hillside.
More than a dozen people from a certain sect quickly went up the mountain. The leader was an old man with white hair. His childlike appearance was very much in line with the image of a god, but the viciousness that occasionally flashed through his eyes was unpleasant.
A young man behind the old man looked up at the top of the mountain.
"Master, can the people from Chunyang Palace let go?"
"I have told you many times to be calm and calm. How urgent are you? No matter what, just ask and you will know. Even if you cannot give, you must take the opportunity to understand the reality. Since Chunyang Palace can see it, there must be something magical about it."
"Yes, I will follow Master's teachings."
After saying that, he lowered his head and hurried on, but his eyes kept scanning the two people on the top of the mountain. Especially when he looked at Bai Yujun, he became more greedy. His palm unconsciously touched a golden ring hanging on his waist...
Bai Yujun held the handle of the knife with his right hand, his red phoenix eyes showing the rare ruthlessness of a cold-blooded animal.
The mountain wind blows, and the smell belonging to those people is captured by the keen sense of smell. Each of them has countless residual smells of monsters, and more of them are the smell of blood, the residual smell of the blood of monsters!
