Chapter 298 Shot

A few words between immortality and the Holy Prince were full of gunpowder. Seeing that the two were about to fight, Yijie suddenly stood up and said a cold word for a long time.

"Hey, that holy prince, how many spiritual stones are there in your Kowloon white jade? The poor monk bought it!"

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As soon as he said this, everyone present looked at him strangely.

Haotian Shengzi and others are all stunned. This fake monk seems to have something wrong with your head, otherwise you wouldn't have asked such a thing at this time.

The corners of his mouth were ** twice, and he was stunned by the amazing words of a ring.

Duan Fan couldn't help laughing and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh. He was extremely uncomfortable. This guy is really too cunning. What he said just now was obviously to disturb the momentum of the Holy Prince and make him uncomfortable.

"Haha, ha ha!"

After a long time, the Holy Prince's black face slowly eased down and burst into laughter. After laughing, a pair of sharp sword-like eyes looked at Yijie coldly. OK, very good, fake monk, I don't need a spiritual stone for my Kowloon white jade chalet. If you have the ability, you can come and pick it up in person.

"Real?" Yijie's face was full of surprise, and it seemed that he didn't hear the mockery in the words of the Holy Prince. Don't deceive the poor monks."

"How could my holy prince say that it was false? As long as you have that ability, you can take away this Jiulong white jade car." The Holy Prince put his hands on his shoulders and slowly stepped down the Kowloon white jade gill, leaving the Kowloon white jade gill quietly suspended in the air.

"One ring!" Duan Fan frowned secretly and wanted to make Yijie more careful.

"Haha, thank you, Holy Prince."

Yijie ignored Duan Fan. Hearing what the Holy Prince said, his chin grinned to his ears. He didn't seem to feel the murderous spirit on the holy prince. He took out the treasure basin and pretended to spit out a breath of immortality. Zhenyuan suddenly poured into the treasure basin, and the treasure basin suddenly emitted an unparalleled suction force, pulling the nine-headed dragon of the Jiulong white jade carp, and the Jiulong white jade carblin quickly approached the treasure basin.

In the blink of an eye, the Jiulong white jade cham flew in front of a ring, shrank, and was about to be taken away by the treasure basin.

"Bold!"

The Holy Prince was furious. He never thought that Yijie would really have the ability to take away the Jiulong white jade chalet, which made him ashamed and angry. Zhenyuan's big hand suddenly slapped down at a ring.

"Your opponent is me!"

Seeing the Holy Prince's action, he shouted loudly, and the empty palm slapped the Holy Prince.

Puff! An immortal palm almost wiped the Holy Prince's scalp. The Holy Prince was furious and his face was as black as ink. At present, he was also rude and suddenly punched the immortal attack.

Although the Holy Prince's punch did not use any magic power, the power of this punch is boundless and stronger than the ordinary lower magic power.

"I was going to save your life, but it seems that it is no longer necessary."

In the face of the arrogant and domineering punch of the Holy Prince, he was not afraid at all. He was bombarded with a punch in front of him, and a loud roar came, and the world shook before.

"The Holy Prince is nothing more than that!" He was beaten hundreds of meters away by the Holy Prince and broke the energy protective light mask of several treasures before he stopped, but looking at his appearance, he did not seem to be hurt.

"That's because I killed you, and I don't need to use all my strength."

The Holy Prince snorted coldly, and his body flashed. He came to the immortal side and bombarded him with a fierce and domineering punch.

The Holy Prince's fist is domineering and powerful, like a heavy hammer bombardment, and ordinary people dare not respond to its sharpness at all.

But immortality is also nowhere to be weak.

Although there is a big gap between immortality and the Holy Prince in strength, the power is also terrible under every blow of immortality. In addition, he has an undead bloodline. Even if his whole body is blown up, he will not die, and he can recover quickly.

Therefore, the two did not win or lose for a while.

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"Ouch, my Kowloon white jade!"

A sudden scream, Duan Fan looked away when he heard the sound.

It turned out that the Jiulong white jade chave had broken free from the treasure basin and was fleeing into the distance. Looking at that speed, it was too late to beat the horse.

The nine-headed dragon pulling the Jiulong white jade carve is actually just the original god of the nine-headed dragon.

At the beginning, the strongest man who refined the Jiulong white jade chamble killed the nine-headed dragon and extracted their yuan god to refine it on the Kowloon white jade cham, which can be used as a substitute for the enemy.

The Holy Prince also got this Kowloon white jade grim with great luck.

The strength of the nine dragons of the white jade carve has almost reached the peak of the ninth level of the Hualong Realm. Any dragon can kill a ninth-level master of the Hualong Realm at will.

However, I met this freak.

Although the nine-headed dragon pulling the Jiulong white jade carve is powerful, it can't get rid of the fate of a magic weapon, and the treasure pot is specially collected for magic weapons and has a great use for making magic weapons.

If the Jiulong Baiyu cham has no control, it will only be taken away by the treasure basin. Therefore, the nine-headed dragon pulling the Jiulong Baiyu cham has to flee and dare not face a warning at all.

Yijie also forgot his head with joy just now, which made Jiulong Baiyu escape, and then made such a sad scream.

"Fake monk, if you don't take action again, you will die."

It's a pity to let Jiulong Baiyu's boat escape, but the immortal life is important. At this time, Duan Fan had to take action.

It is said that arrogant people like the Holy Prince never need help to fight, but Duan Fan is a friend of Duan Fan. Duan Fan can't see his friends in trouble without helping.

At present, Duan Fan also didn't care about the horror of the world. As soon as his mind moved, he summoned the seven-level magic tower, and Zhenyuan suddenly poured into it.

With a roar, the seven-level magic tower hit the Holy Prince fiercely.

The Holy Prince was terrified, and his body retreated repeatedly. Zhenyuan's big hand fiercely slapped the seven-level magic tower, making the seven-level magic tower buzz.

Immortal took this opportunity to attack the Holy Prince with all his strength. His violent fists fell like raindrops, and layers of ripples in the space rippled.

click, click, click!

The energy protective light shields of the surrounding treasures were all broken, and even some of the lower and medium treasures were crushed into pieces.

"Damn it!"

The Holy Prince was furious, and it was very difficult for him to face Duan Fan and immortality at the same time. Especially in the face of the seven-level magic tower, the holy prince has a feeling that there is nowhere to do.

There's nothing you can do. The seven-level magic tower is too hard. If the Holy Prince relies on his fist, he can't do any damage to the seven-level magic tower.

But the Holy Prince has just said that he doesn't need to use all his strength to kill Duan Fan and the other three. If he takes out the magic weapon and Duan Fan and does not destroy the two enemies at this time, it will be too faceless.

You know, Haotian Shengzi and others are still watching.

Although Haotian Shengzi and others didn't say anything, they must have despised him in their hearts when they saw that the Holy Prince could not even solve Duan Fan and immortality.

The Holy Prince and Duan Fan and Immortal fought equally. When the Holy Prince was secretly anxious, suddenly, a feeling of extremely dangerous arose.

The Holy Prince didn't think about it. He was punched twice and shot out at a strange angle.

Just as soon as the saint's body disappeared, a tattered basin appeared in the place where the saint just stood, and then the figure of a ring slowly appeared.

"Oh, it's a pity that he escaped."

Yijie touched his big bald head with great regret. Except for Duan Fan, this was the first time that Yijie failed to knock on a stuffy stick.

"What on earth is the broken basin in your hand?" The Holy Prince looked at Yijie angrily.

At this time, Duan Fan and Bujing also walked to the side of Yijie. The three of them became a horn and were on guard against the Holy Prince.

"This!" He raised the treasure basin in his hand. This is the root of suffering. The poor monk is kind-hearted, and that's why he brings it to him. Don't make an idea.

"Huh, dead bald donkey!"

The Holy Prince secretly scolded that if he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly just now, I'm afraid he would have been poisoned by this fake monk. The Holy Prince had an extremely keen intuition about danger. He felt an extremely dangerous feeling from the treasure basin, which made him feel terrible.

Even if the holy prince faced a ring alone, he did not dare to take the attack of the treasure basin.

It is the seven-level magic tower in Duan Fan's hand. At first glance, he saw that it was made of nine fairy crystals.

From the beginning, the Holy Prince has had the idea of robbing the seven-level magic tower. Unfortunately, with immortal interference, the Holy Prince could not snatch the seven-level magic tower from Duan Fan at all.

Now there is another ring joining. The Holy Prince wants to grab the seven-level magic tower and kill it, and he is even more reluctant to do it.

Unless Haotian Shengzi and others take action, but if they take action, the seven-level magic tower is not necessarily his. The immortal blood after killing is not the one he can have.

So, for a while, the Holy Prince stood there and didn't know whether he should take action or not.

The Holy Prince didn't do anything, and Duan Fan and the three looked very comfortable.

"One ring, your treasure pot is good. If you have a chance, lend it to me to play!" Duan Fan didn't forget to make fun of him at this time.

"You are a unscrupulous mother, do you dare to think about the treasures of poor monks? Why don't you say that you can lend me your seven-level magic tower to play? Don't worry, when the poor monk is tired of playing, he will definitely return it to you. He scolded.

"Okay, just pretend I didn't say it." Duan Fan rolled his eyes angrily. If the seven-level magic tower falls into the hands of a ring, it is equivalent to beating a dog with meat buns, and there is no return.

It was interesting to listen to the side, and it was also quickly interrupted. Yes, Yijie, I don't have a decent magic weapon on me. You are so powerful. When will you get 180 king's soldiers to play with me!"

"Get out!"

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