ghost master

Wang Xiaopang released his spiritual sense and saw that a group of people came to the entrance of the cave, so he quickly retracted his spiritual sense to avoid being discovered by the group of people.

Spiritual consciousness, if you can release it, others can receive it.

Wang Xiaopang swiftly put the Forbidden God Cable and Burning Soul Incense on the ground into the storage bag, while Han Lin glanced at the corpses lying on the ground, and threw their storage bags at Wang Xiaopang with a flick of his sleeve. Xiaopang, but Wang Xiaopang yelled "ahhh" twice, and slapped the storage bags flying over.

"My father said you can't take things from dead people! It's disrespectful! It's also bad luck!" Wang Xiaopang put on the blindfold on his face while running towards the hole he dug.

Han Lin's face turned black, killing and seizing treasures abound in the cultivation world, who knows if there is any magic weapon suitable for Wang Xiaopang in the storage bags of these people?Besides, this group of people deserved to die, so what's wrong with their storage bags?Still respect?

Han Lin really wanted to teach Wang Xiaopang a few words, but the group of people had already entered the cave, and Wang Xiaopang had only got halfway through the cave, so he raised his foot and kicked Wang Xiaopang's ass with a cold face, kicking him off. Into the hole.

"Ah!" Wang Xiaopang yelled in a low voice, touched the kicked buttocks and turned to look at Han Lin angrily, but saw that his face was covered with haze, so he didn't dare to say anything. He took out a talisman from his bag, read a few words silently, and sealed the entrance of the tunnel.

As soon as Wang Xiaopang's end sealed the cave, the group of people walked into the cave. Wang Xiaopang held his breath and hid in the small cave, not daring to breathe, and pricked up his ears to carefully listen to the movement outside.

"Devil and ghost aura are very strong. It seems that this is the source of the turmoil in this area." A man said, "But someone was one step ahead of us and kicked these demons' lairs."

Then there was a rustling sound.

"Oh! This person is the alchemy cultivator!" This time it was another man who spoke, and his voice sounded very familiar. Just as Wang Xiaopang was wondering who the voice belonged to, Han Lin put his lips to his ear side.

"There are five people outside, Tian Zixuan and Chen Mulin are there, and the other three are disciples of Ao Shizong." Han Lin said in a low voice, and then realized that Wang Xiaopang wanted to stretch out his hand to scratch his ear, so he immediately pressed his hand: " Do not move!"

There is a disciple in the Proud Sect who is close to forming alchemy. At this stage, the five senses have become quite sharp, and the cave where Wang Xiaopang is hiding is closely separated from the cave by a thin stone wall. As long as Wang Xiaopang moves a little Any movement, even if it's just the slight friction between clothes, could be noticed by those people.

[Itchy ears...] Wang Xiaopang said in his heart that Han Lin was too close to his ear when he spoke just now.

Han Lin was a ghost, so he wasn't afraid to make noises, so he stretched out his hand to help Wang Xiaopang scratch his little ears, and Wang Xiaopang felt better, and continued to listen to the sound energetically.

Knowing that Chen Mulin and Tian Zixuan were outside made Wang Xiaopang very happy, he even wanted to go out and say hello to them, and then go back to the sect together.

In the cave, Chen Mulin kicked the headless corpse of a demon cultivator with a slightly dignified expression: "The five people who died were all alchemy cultivators...who has such great ability?"

"It is likely to be an ancestor of Yuanying. The storage bags of these demon cultivators are still there. It seems that the other party doesn't bother to take these things away." A man said, he looked at the five storage bags who were shot by Wang Xiaopang. There was a bit of greed in his eyes: "It's just right, one storage bag per person."

What the man said immediately aroused discussion among those people. They began to talk about how to divide these storage bags. Tian Zixuan also stood aside to watch, but did not speak.

The five of them were all based on foundation building. For them, the more relics of the alchemy monks, the better, so the three people who were proud of the world had the idea of ​​taking advantage of them.

"Empty out all the things in the storage bag, and pick them in turn according to your cultivation level. Each person can only pick one thing at a time, until all the things are picked." The middle-aged man with the highest cultivation base said, putting on a very fair look: "I'm in the late stage of foundation establishment, and I have the highest seniority. Naturally, I'm the first to pick. The four of you are all in the early stage of foundation establishment. You can arrange it yourself."

The two disciples of Ao Shizong naturally agreed, but Tian Zixuan and Chen Mulin couldn't beat the three of them, even though they knew they were being bullied, they could only nod.

Chen Mulin started negotiating with the two disciples of Ao Shizong. His family is a little powerful in the world of cultivating immortals, so he dared to compete with them for position. Although Tian Zixuan knew that this was a good opportunity to get a treasure, he came from the world of mortals. , when getting along with the people of Ao Shizong these days, they are always ordered by them, with a look of "you should do these things because you are not born well", and Tian Zixuan also silently acquiesced, he has been like this since he was a child Yes, so I don't feel much indignation.

"I've chosen the last one." Tian Zixuan said to the three people in the debate, he didn't want to cause trouble for himself, the three people of Aoshizong were satisfied with his understanding after hearing what he said, but Chen Mulin wanted to speak A few words of persuasion, but kept silent, and finally said nothing.

The three of them didn't know how long they were going to fight, Tian Zixuan was also idle, so he turned around in the dark cave, and suddenly saw a broken sword falling on the ground, two-thirds of the blade was cut off. Corroded, but the hilt is intact.

The shape of the sword is very simple, obviously a low-level magic weapon, but Tian Zixuan showed a surprised expression when he saw the broken sword.

He also has such a sword, and Chen Mulin also has one, because this is the standard weapon issued by the Snow Sky Sect to the disciples of the sect.

Xue Tianzong's sword...

Tian Zixuan stretched out his hand to grab the sword on the ground, and he sucked the sword into his hand. He turned the hilt over and saw three small characters engraved on it:

Wang Xiaopang.

Tian Zixuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his head to look at the people in the cave. The three people were still arguing endlessly, while the middle-aged man was carefully examining the treasures, thinking about which ones he would choose later. No one noticed his situation. .

Tian Zixuan resisted the violent heartbeat, quickly threw the sword in his hand into his storage bag, and then continued to walk around the cave without changing his face, but his eyes became sharper, silently searching for something that should not appear. Something else in this cave.

It was half an hour later that Chen Mulin decided on the order of selection with the two disciples of the Proud Shizong. He even had a small fight with one of them, and finally won the third place.

The five of them began to choose treasures. The best thing Chen Mulin picked was a set of formation disks. As long as the formation disks were thrown out, a trap formation would be automatically generated, which could be used for fighting, escaping, and saving one's life. Tian Zixuan chose it A red umbrella is a defensive spiritual weapon that can withstand a blow from a monk in the alchemy stage.

After several rounds of selection, there was only one jade flute and a pile of spiritual stones left. This flute has been checked by several people, and there is no spiritual power fluctuation on it. It is just an ordinary flute. Don't bother.

"The spirit stones are divided into four parts, and the flute is counted as one part, so you can still choose one round." The middle-aged monk said, and then put a pile of spirit stones into his storage bag first.

The other three naturally also picked the spirit stone, and finally the flute fell into Tian Zixuan's hands. Tian Zixuan didn't say a word when he was bullied, but silently put the jade flute into the storage bag.

After dividing the treasures, the five men began to collect the materials for the mission. Finally, they smashed the cave to pieces, chopped down stones to block the entrance, and then left with the sword.

When they were far away, Han Lin slapped Wang Xiaopang on the head with hatred, and cursed: "Did I kill those demon cultivators for those five people?! Those spiritual weapons should belong to you!"

Wang Xiaopang was lying in the dark hole with his head drooping, and he regretted it a little, but when he saw that those storage bags were stained with blood, and thought that it was the magic cultivator's things, he flew away as soon as he rejected it.

Han Lin was so angry that he would forgive Wang Xiaopang for being lazy and being stubborn with him, but this time it was a real loss. The storage bags of the five alchemy monks would help Wang Xiaopang at this stage. How big will it be?If he was still alive, he wouldn't be so angry. He has a lot of channels to give Wang Xiaopang a bunch of better treasures. The problem is that he is empty now, so he can only give Wang Xiaopang things in this way.

Because he was so angry that Han Lin put on a sullen face and scolded Wang Xiaopang again: "You mud that can't support the wall."

Wang Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Han Rin to scold him like this, anyone would feel uncomfortable being scolded like this, so he buried his face in the soil.

"I'm sorry..." Wang Xiaopang apologized to Han Rin in a crying voice, but Han Rin scolded him and cried.

As soon as he cried, Han Lin's face became even more gloomy: "How old are you still crying, I will tell you a few words, don't cry!"

Wang Xiaopang felt uncomfortable being scolded, but Han Lin told him not to cry, so he had to wipe his tears with two dirty little hands, but his chest was blocked by emotion, so he choked for a long time and couldn't stop his tears.

Han Lin frowned sullenly, and waited for Wang Xiaopang to finish crying, but Wang Xiaopang's sobbing sound upset him, so he thought and thought again, conjured up an ice bead and stuffed it into Wang Xiaopang's mouth .

"Okay, master will give you an ice bead, so stop crying." Han Lin said coldly, although his tone was bad, but he was indeed coaxing.

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"Hmm..." Wang Xiaopang had ice beads in his mouth, his tears were dim, and he raised the back of his hand to wipe his nose.

"Go out." Han Lin ordered a little helplessly.

"Hmm..." Wang Xiaopang began to crawl along the burrow, wiping his nose with his sleeve from time to time, until he got out of the long burrow and finally calmed down.

"There is a stream not far away, go there and wash your body." Han Lin said to Wang Xiaopang who was in a panic.

"Oh." Wang Xiaopang obediently followed Han Lin's words, and when he got to the creek, he took off his clothes and cleaned up. While washing, he suddenly remembered something, and immediately his body trembled, his face turned pale, and he hesitated It took a long time before turning to look at Han Lin.

"Master... tell you something..." Wang Xiaopang stood naked in the sparkling stream, clutching the towel nervously with both hands, with an uneasy expression on his face.

Han Lin expressionless: "Say."

Wang Xiaopang shrank his body, and said falteringly: "That... handsome man... is gone..."