Chapter 13 Storage Bag

"Haha, I thought you had found a savior, which is even lower than your cultivation!" The young man glanced at Zhao Di and laughed dryly. You are the fourth floor and the fifth floor. Together, you are not my opponent. You'd better take it. Let me be happy and happy. Maybe I can spare your lives!"

Listening to this young man's words, he obviously took a fancy to the nun and actually had the idea of robbing sex.

"Boh! Dreaming!" The woman gnawed at the young man hatefully. With a flash of white light, a dark yellow token-shaped magic weapon suddenly appeared in her hand.

"How dare you kill people near Liuyunfang City? Aren't you afraid that high-level monks will pass by and correct you!" The girl also wanted to scare the other party so that she could have some scruples.

"Hmm! Don't think that there is someone else to save you. These days are not the beginning of the month. How can anyone pass by? You'd better listen to your uncle and have a good time with him. Maybe you can't bear to leave me after being happy!" The man was not fooled and continued to flirt.

"If you can't give up, you won't be reluctant to part with you!" The girl was unwilling to show weakness and scolded back.

"Looking for death!" The young man turned his right hand, and after the inspiration flashed, there was a foot-long fiery red sword in the palm of his hand.

"Go!" The young man shouted, and the fiery red sword flew towards the girl like a red light meteor. He suddenly turned in the middle and unexpectedly attacked Zhao Di.

Zhao Di was so angry that he quickly patted the two King Kong charms on his body, which had already been approved. In an instant, he inspired two layers of King Kong masks. At the same time, he wanted to sacrifice the fire-red sword to resist the other party's flying sword.

But it's too late. The power of this fiery red sword is far above Zhao Di's estimate. The three-layer diamond cover only slightly slowed down the speed of the fiery red sword. After reducing its small half of its power, it was stabbed like window paper. Xiao Jian hit Zhao Di's chest fiercely with Yu Wei.

Only the sound of "Dang" Fei Jin Feimu was heard. The fiery red sword seemed to be blocked by something and did not pierce Zhao Di, but it also knocked it down several meters away.

After making a judgment on the situation, the young man decided to first get rid of the inexplicable and least powerful teenager, and then slowly deal with the beautiful girl. So he manipulated the fiery red swordsmanship to pretend to attack the girl, and then successfully attacked Zhao Di.

Although he did not stab the teenager into a big hole with one blow, the other party must have been seriously injured, so he ignored it and manipulated the small sword to stab the girl.

The token-shaped magic weapon sacrificed by the girl can send out a dark yellow light mask to protect the girl's whole body. The fiery red sword was actually blocked by this light mask and could not enter at all.

The young man was not in a hurry, but kept injecting the spiritual power into the sword, consuming the spiritual power of the other party's shield little by little.

He thought that the spiritual power consumed by manipulating offensive magic weapons is definitely not as much as the spiritual power consumed by defensive magic weapons, because defensive magic weapons should protect the whole body. In addition, my cultivation is several levels higher than that of a girl, so I am naturally not afraid of competing for the consumption of spiritual power.

Although a stalemate between the two sides that continue to inject spiritual power into the magic weapon has temporarily formed, after a closer look, the light of the dark yellow mask is weakening little by little, and obviously it will not last long.

I believe that in less than a quarter of an hour, the dark yellow mask will collapse, and the girl's fate will be slaughtered by others.

At this time, the only variable, Zhao Di, who was ignored by the young man, got up. There were still a few traces of blood on the corners of his mouth. Obviously, he had been slightly injured by the small sword just now, but it was not a big problem.

But the young man didn't care. He just added a shield to himself and continued to transport his spiritual power into the red sword.

After Zhao Di saw the current situation, he immediately pinched the formula with both hands, recited the spell in his mouth, and a fireball skill hit the young man.

With a bang, the young man did not dodge, and the shield on his body only flashed a few times and returned to normal.

The fireball technique issued by a low-level monk with only four layers of gas refining can naturally not pose a threat to the shield stimulated by his eight-story monk.

Zhao Di didn't seem to give up. He kept saying spells in his mouth, and a fireball accumulated in the palm of his hand.

If he is constantly attacked by Zhao Di with fireball, the shield on his body will be broken sooner or later. The young man simply sends more spiritual power to the fiery red sword in order to fight quickly.

Sure enough, the dark yellow mask on the girl's body has become weaker and weaker, and she is on the verge of collapse. Her face turned pale at this time, and bean-sized beads of sweat fell from her forehead, which was obviously extremely laborious.

Suddenly, a loud bang exploded a fireball half a meter in diameter in the position of the young man. After a burst of smoke, the young man's clothes were burned, his skin and flesh were scorched black, and his breath was completely absent. Under his face, he could only faintly see his eyes wide open, full of astonishment.

The young man was blown up alive by a fireball! And the uncontrolled fiery red sword also fell to the ground with a crack.

The girl who was struggling to support just now was also shocked by the scene in front of her. At this time, her face was like a piece of white paper, her breath was short, her chest was undulating, and she sat on the ground, looking at Zhao Di in surprise and joy.

It turned out that when the young man was single-heartedly dealing with the girl and had no time to take care of himself, Zhao Di suddenly sacrificed more than a dozen fireball charms of all his family at the same time, killing the young man in one fell swoop.

More than a dozen fireball charms were sacrificed at the same time, which is equivalent to a dozen Zhao Di attacking the young man with fireballs at the same time. With the eight-layer cultivation of the man's gas refining period, even if he does not escape or avoid it, it is probably not a big problem if he tries his best to resist with a protective cover. However, he used most of his spiritual power to operate the fiery red sword, and did not inject too much spiritual power into the shield at all, so that he was attacked by Zhao Di.

Zhao Di was also afraid at this time. Among other things, the other party's red sword weapon could not resist it. If it hadn't been for the sword that was blocked by the Qiankun Xiaoding in the animal's leather bag, he would have died long ago. He also made up his mind that he would never do such a "bravely act for justice" in the future. If he is not absolutely sure, it is important to cherish his life.

The girl didn't know Zhao Di's thoughts. After a little rest, she reluctantly stood up, probed the young man's body a few times, and then went over to take off the leather bag around her waist and threw it to Zhao Di. Then he took a fireball to turn the young man into ashes.

"What is this?" Zhao Di played with the leather bag thrown by the girl, which was bulging inside, which was somewhat similar to the animal leather bag on his body, but he did not see the mouth of the bag.

The girl glanced at him in surprise and asked, "You haven't even seen the storage bag, have you?"

"Storage bag? So this is the storage bag. Zhao Di was overjoyed. He had heard of the storage bag, which was a kind of magic weapon in the space category, which can be said to be a must-have for monks. The storage bag can only be used by monks with a little spiritual power, and can usually put in items that are ten times or even a hundred times larger than their own size. Moreover, there is another space in the storage bag. It is impossible for other monks to judge what items are in the storage bag from the outside with their divine consciousness. Zhao Di has always been eager to have a storage bag, but the storage bag is valuable, and the Jian family can only have high-level monks in the refining period who often go out.

"If you inject spiritual power into the bag, you can use this storage bag and see what's in it." The girl taught Zhao how to use the storage bag one by one.

"I will use the storage bag. I just didn't recognize it just now." Zhao Di was a little embarrassed and quibbled. The precautions for the use of storage bags have also been clearly introduced in the classics, and he still remembers it clearly.

First, storage bags cannot store living things. Any living creature that enters the storage bag will isolate the breath and cut off life.

Second, the capacity of storage bags is limited. According to the size of the storage bag capacity, there are ten times the storage bag, a hundred times the storage bag, and even a thousand times the storage bag. Of course, generally speaking, the larger the capacity of the storage bag, the more expensive it will be.

Third and the most important point, the book repeatedly emphasizes that the storage bag is a low-level magic weapon and has no main effect. In other words, if other monks get your storage bag, they can also easily open and take out the items inside. Therefore, immortals should take good care of their storage bags, and generally do not expose them in a conspicuous place, so as not to cause death.

"Since you don't have a storage bag, this storage bag will be distributed to you. As for this little red sword, it's mine. The girl picked up the small sword on the ground, looked at it repeatedly, and collected it happily, regardless of whether Zhao Di agreed or not.

She saw that this little sword was a good Chinese magic weapon, which was worth far above the storage bag, so she took it as herself rudely.

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