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When He Chengfeng was killing happily and preparing to kill the other five stars and nine sons, a sudden shout came from below: "Brother, flash up!"

Without waiting for He Chengfeng to react, a familiar but horrible voice sounded.

"Wan Jian Guizong!"

More than 10,000 sword shadows fell from the sky, and the next moment, the sky was blue, and He Chengfeng, who was oppressed by endless murderousness and sword power, was ferocious. His whole action slowed several times, and he forcibly retreated, and more than 10,000 sword shadows completely hit the remaining five people.

"Puff..."

The bladeless sword shadow kept passing through the bodies of those people. The five people had blood holes one by one, which made people palpitate, while Pei San below had a smile and sweat on his forehead.

"Bum-bang..."

The sword shadow without a sharp sword had not faded through the bodies of the five people. It hit the woods below, and a lot of dust was rolled up in the woods, covering He Chengfeng's eyes.

After a cup of tea, the dust gradually dissipated, and the woods below actually formed a large pit dozens of meters deep, 100 meters in diameter.

Xingchen Jiuzi's bodies were all lying in the big pit, and Pei San did not know when they had flown into mid-air.

"Wow!" He Chengfeng was still palpitated at this time. If it hadn't been for his quick escape, I'm afraid that there would have been countless blood holes on his body now. I'm afraid his whole body would have become mud like the nine stars below.

"This..." He Chengfeng couldn't laugh or cry.

Pee San scratched his head and grinned: "Just now, I saw that you hit it well and your hands were a little itchy, so I wanted to try the power of Wan Jian Guizong, but I didn't expect it to go too far, hehe."

Looking at Pei San's pretended to be simple and generous face, He Chengfeng couldn't wait to strangle Pei San. How could he tease people like this? A careless person may be implicated. After his chest fluctuated and his breathing gradually calmed down, He Chengfeng said with a bitter face, "Brother Pei San, when did your ten thousand swords have become so strong? It seems that there are more than ten thousand flying swords. Just now, it scared me half to death, and even the sun was almost covered.

"Hey, pay attention next time." Pei San smiled, and Xingchen Jiuzi's whole body was smashed into mud. Pei San, who wanted to search his body, stared at He Chengfeng: "Well, Brother Chengfeng, do you think Xingchen Jiuzi has any treasures? Why don't you turn it over for me? I just used Wanjian to return to the sect and lost my strength.

"Come on!" He Chengfeng directly broke Pei San's little Jiujiu and took a look at Pei San. Pei San was just a little sweat on his forehead. How could it be as serious as Pei San said? Still out of strength? Can you still be so rested in the air?

"Fortunately, because you killed all the other eight disciples, Chen Wutian did not doubt me now. This time, as a disciple of the inner door, Chen Wutian handed over most of his treasures to me. As for Xingchen Jiuzi, he just got some elixir." He Chengfeng smiled.

"Oh! By the way, how many elixirs do they have? Pei San thought and asked.

He Chengfeng frowned and thought for a moment, "It's just 5,000 pieces of Dan."

"Five thousand grains of return elixir!" Pei San's eyes widened, "Is it all?"

"Uh...is it less?" He Chengfeng looked at Pei San in surprise.

Pei San curled his lips and said, "Your sister, 5,000 grains. I've never seen 5,000 pills. Come with me to see if there are any left."

"That's terrible. Xingchen Jiuzi concentrates on the proof, so he has not practiced the side door left road such as mustard seeds for storage. It seems that the 5,000 pieces of return elixir this time have been smashed into scum by your ten thousand swords." He Chengfeng was very indifferent.

Pei San's chin was about to fall down, and his heart was crying: "Why didn't you tell me? Otherwise, I can't be so impulsive! Five thousand grains are still good! Can you change two pieces of Taoist instruments?"

"Three pieces." He Chengfeng thought about it.

"..." Pei San wants to speak and stop. Is He Chengfeng short-sighted? At this time, he was deliberately angry and thought about it. Pei San showed his profiteer-like eyes and looked at He Chengfeng: "Brother Chengfeng, Chen Wutian gave you most of his treasures. What is there?"

"Don't look at me like that. There is no big return of elixir, but there are some materials prepared by Chen Wutian for Xingchen Jiuzi. This time, I want Qimen to refine for Xingchen Jiuzi, so that they can refine nine pieces of magic clothes for their nine people. As for me, it is to refine the Chiyan sword and strive to quench the Chiyan sword to the level of the lower Taoist weapon. !" He Chengfeng shrugged his shoulders.

Pei San pulled his face down, and he was not in a good mood.

"Hey, brother Chengfeng, you just refine your red sword. Why don't you give me all the materials that Xingchen Jiuzi is going to refine the Taoist weapon?" Pei San rubbed his hands.

"It's not good." He Chengfeng thought about it.

"What's good? Where is it?" Pei San has begun to turn over He Chengfeng. He Chengfeng smiled bitterly. Although Pei San has experienced the change of heart in Qingyi, he is still like this, which really makes him envious.

"O, in the Xumi mustard I refined, don't worry. It's okay to give it to you after we get to Qinggang City. Anyway, I'm useless. As long as there is a red fire sword, I'm enough!" He Chengfeng smiled and looked at the fiery red sword in his hand, as if looking at his wife.

There is a saying among the testimonies that the original weapon is like a wife, the best Taoist weapon is the mother, and the best Taoist weapon is the ancestor!

The two cleaned up the mess made by Pei San. Finally, the ground was flat, but this tree was all gone. When Pei San was worried, the grass demon on the bun unexpectedly moved.

The grass demon twisted his body and finally untied the knot. Then he pinched his waist and laughed in the woods. After a while, the surrounding trees were a little yellow, and the grass demon's body was greener. The next moment, the grass demon actually relied on the mana impact of his body without practicing his skills. Directly promoted to a worry-free situation!

"Brother Pei San, what is this?" He Chengfeng stared at the grass demon with a vigilance on his face.

Pei San patted He Chengfeng on the shoulder and said carelessly, "Oh, my son, your sister, this is Uncle He Chengfeng!"

When the grass demon was adapting to the pleasure of breaking through the realm, he was suddenly ordered by Pei San. He stood up in a hurry, arched his hand respectfully at He Chengfeng, grinned and said, "Hello, Uncle He Chengfeng, my sister!"

"What!" He Chengfeng shouted loudly, and his fighting spirit was surging. The grass demon was blown down directly there. His figure disappeared in front of Pei San and He Chengfeng.

Pei San hurriedly unfolded his spiritual power. If the living eldest son lost him, he would be bored again. As soon as his spiritual power dissipated, Pei San felt the power of the grass demon one meter in front of him, and the grass demon trembled.

"Come out, eldest son." Pei San whispered, and then glanced at He Chengfeng: "What do you think is more serious than a monster? My son's name is Cao your sister, and he didn't offend you!"

"Uh..." He Chengfeng shook his head embarrassedly and said apologetically, "Well, grass... Damn it, I'm sorry, uncle is a little anxious. By the way, what kind of fun uncle you want to give you one or two!"

"Really?" The grass demon got up and asked innocently.

He Chengfeng saw that the grass demon was also really cute and nodded and said, "Uncle He Chengfeng will never speak empty words!"

"Let's have a Chinese Taoist weapon!" The grass demon rubbed the back of his head.

He Chengfeng's expression stagnated and looked at Pei San. Pei Sanzheng squinted and shook his head. He Chengfeng brushed his sleeves and flew into the air, leaving a sentence: "Father than son!"