9999-level boss, smashing the 10-level dog head online

Lin Ji just brought the food to the table.

Boom—chi!

There was a sudden sound of brakes outside the medical hall.

Lin Ji hurried to the gate and waved the dust with his hand.

"Cough cough!"

He coughed a few times and took a closer look.

There was a big red and swollen bump on the sand sculpture's head, and Erya was riding on the sculpture's back, holding a nine-ringed sword in her hand, dancing vigorously.

It's just that sometimes I accidentally cut off a lot of carved hairs.

"You're going to ride alone for thousands of miles!"

Lin Ji stepped forward and dragged Erya down.

He also counted on this flightless sand sculpture to clean up for him for free, what if Er Ya was cut to death.

"This knife is fun, give it to me!"

Erya hung around Lin Ji's neck like a koala, and snatched the nine-ringed sword in Lin Ji's hand with her small hand.

Lin Ji grabbed Erya by the braid and lifted Erya up in the air.

He said with a serious expression: "Where did this knife come from?"

Even if Lin Ji is not a cultivator, he can still see that this nine-ring sword is extraordinary.

The blade is sharp and cold, and on the spine of the blade, a black dragon is cast from gold, running through the nine rings front and back.

Great value!
The owner of this knife must be either rich or noble.

If Er Ya got it by sneaking around, she would be in trouble.

"You ask about the sand sculpture you raise, why do you ask me!"

Erya kicked the cloud-climbing step, flung her teeth and claws at Lin Ji in mid-air, but couldn't touch Lin Ji.

"What do you mean, explain clearly."

Lin Ji narrowed his eyes and looked at the sand sculpture again.

The sand sculpture looked up very quickly first, and looked at the plaque on the medical hall.

Then she shrank her neck, hugged her head with her wings, trotted all the way into the medical hall, and crawled under the table like an old hen.

Jin Ling swore that he would never speak flirtatiously again.

Right now, I'm looking at the table to reflect.

"Scared like this?" Lin Ji was shocked.

"You go outside to play, what happened in the middle!"

The second time he asked Erya, his tone became more severe.

Erya turned to the sand sculpture under the table and said, "It's not this sand sculpture, who has a deep fortune. Standing outside the cornfield, he can be hit by a big knife. No one is so lucky."

"Oh! Lin Ji, you pulled my hair out, it hurts so much! Let me down!"

Lin Ji didn't look like Er Ya was lying.

After putting Erya down.

He walked to the table, squatted down, and patted the red and swollen bump on Jin Ling's head: "I don't see how lucky you are as a sand sculpture!"

"When you step out of the door, you can pick up a precious sword inlaid with gold, yes!"

Say it.

Lin Ji stood up and looked at the nine-ringed saber carefully.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that this big knife is extremely expensive. If it is sold out, it will definitely sell for a good price.

But the owner of this knife is not easy to mess with!

It's all about being rich and powerful. According to Erya's narration, the knife still fell from the sky, which means that the owner of the knife still has the identity of a cultivator.

How to deal with this big knife made Lin Ji face a difficult situation.

For a while, I was very sad...

But Jin Ling under the table was suddenly excited.

Lin Ji just stretched out his hand to pat lightly, which not only patted off the red and swollen bump on his head, but also injected a lot of immortal energy into his body.

It benefited Jin Ling a lot, and his cultivation base gradually increased.

He had an idea: "The master has insight into the secrets of heaven, and what happened just now cannot escape the master's eyes."

"Does the master like to listen to those teasing words? Understood, I will say more teasing words to the master in the future..."

The plaque of the medical hall suddenly shot a pink light, and it was patted on Jin Ling's head.

It was red and swollen, and with a sound of "pop", it grew out again.

Little Xingxing circled above his head, and Jin Ling stared at Jin Xing: "I'm careless, the master has turned into a mortal, how can I talk... I'm still scratching my head, I'll continue to face the table and reflect..."

At this time, Lin Ji turned around.

He had already figured out how to deal with this nine-ring sword.

Walking into the study, Lin Ji brushed like a dragon and snake, and copied it against the Jiuhuan Broadsword.

He pays attention.

He didn't know that the black gold aura emanated from the nine-ring sword and quickly absorbed it into the painting.

After the painting was finished, Lin Ji wrote a few more small characters and asked Erya to post it outside the medical hall.

Erya actually didn't want to do this, her stomach growled with hunger.

But Lin Ji told her that because her behavior of throwing Coke bottles was very bad, if she didn't post this notice, she wouldn't be given food.

Er Ya could only stand on tiptoe angrily, and took several continuous shots on the wall with her small hands.

After sticking it firmly, Erya looked at Lin Ji's notice, and said crisply——

"Hello, have you eaten yet?"

"You may have traveled the sky for a long time and accidentally lost your sword, but don't worry, your sword has been picked up by my sand sculpture."

"If you see this notice, you can take your broadsword at any time."

"You don't have to thank me, because the light of righteousness shines on the earth!"

Next to it, a big knife with nine rings appeared vividly on the paper, vivid and ready to come out.

"It's so boring." Arya sneered, then turned and went back to the house to cook.

The world in the picture.

The Dragon Slaying Knife collapsed.

He makes every day not answer, and the earth does not work——

"Boss! Please, let me out!"

"I'm not yet an adult! I'm young, I went astray, and I joined the Devil's Cult. I know my mistake! I really know my mistake!"

……

In recent days, the entire Yunhua Sect has been full of fighting spirit and glory.

Because the expert bestowed fine nectar and jade liquid, elixir and holy water, the core elders in the sect broke through repeatedly in their cultivation bases.

Profound Sky Nine Levels, Profound Sky Ten Levels can be found everywhere.

The head of the sect, Shui Shou, and the four elders, after receiving the immortal artifact bestowed by the master, their cultivation has broken through to the realm of the venerable.

In the past, even the inner disciples walked with their heads bowed in the face of the demon sect's invasion.

Now, even if it is a handyman disciple who cleans the toilet at the outer door, he walks with arrogance and arrogance.

The mood of the whole sect is quite good.

To say that the only bad one is the second elder.

He is good at drilling, opportunistic and opportunistic, and he wants to step on two boats, neither to offend the Lie Yangzong, nor to get too close to the expert, for fear of causing trouble in the future.

As a result, the elixir and holy water of that day did not belong to him at all, and he never came.

"I have to find a way! The fine nectar and jade liquid have been eaten up, but the fairy artifact is still there..."

The rest of the elders have greatly increased their cultivation, but his second elder is standing still, and he is the elder with the most trashy cultivation among the core elders of Yunhuazong.

The second elder was racking his brains thinking about how to borrow the fairy artifact from the suzerain.

This is also impossible.

After the fourth elder got the fairy artifact, he immediately returned to the cave and covered the outside with dung, so no one dared to approach it.

I can only go to the head of the sect, Shui Shou.

outside the forbidden area.

The second elder looked at those phantom formations and killing formations, and suddenly fell to his knees.

He hammered his chest violently with his fist, and every time he hammered, bloody arrows mixed with internal organ fragments would be ejected.

The cries were loud: "Sovereign! I have made meritorious service for the sect, and I have shed blood for the sect!"

"On my ass, I still have the scar from the battle with the Demon Cult eight years ago!"

"Unexpectedly, now, I have become a disgrace to the sect!"

There was a sound of wailing, and there was a pause. The second elder saw that the suzerain hadn't made any movement.

And once again let out a cry of mourning——

"They're all laughing at me for being a trash among the elders, a trash among the trash, and a shit among the trash!"

"Not only that, the First Elder and the Third Elder are still laughing at the scar on my butt."

"This is not a joke on my ass! This is clearly slapping the suzerain in the face!"