A deep male voice sounded, and at some point a figure appeared next to Xia Banlian, but it was Chen Rong.
The moment she saw Chen Rong, Xia Banlian immediately retreated quickly, then took two steps back and stopped, because the person standing behind her was Tu Qianhao.
An arm was cut off by Bao Hongtu and he was seriously injured. Although he took some elixirs to heal the injury, the lost arm could never be recovered. Tu Qianhao also changed from his original high-spirited spirit to a gloomy one, which made people feel sad.
He looked even more frightened.
"You two, we have made an agreement before that each person's income in the Treasure Pavilion depends on personal fate and will not interfere with each other. Are you going to break the oath you have made before?"
“Ms.
I am also very interested in this kind of inherited writing brush. I see that Miss Xia got two writing brushes. How about I trade this fifth-level spiritual weapon with you for another one?"
A long silver whip appeared in Chen Rong's hand, and it looked as if he really wanted to exchange this silver whip with Xia Banlian.
But seeing this silver whip, Xia Banlian's face became darker and darker. If he didn't exchange the fifth-level spiritual weapon, wouldn't he admit that the brush in his hand was of a higher level? But if he exchanged it, Chen Rong would immediately understand the efficacy of this brush.
, I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep the one in my hand by then.
"Oh? It seems that Miss Xia is really reluctant to let go."
Seeing Xia Banlian's hesitant look, Chen Rong no longer needed Xia Banlian to give him any more reply. He made a gesture to Tu Qianhao while still saying something. The long silver whip in his hand suddenly rushed towards Xia Banlian like lightning.
"you……"
Chen Rong's sudden attack caught Xia Banlian off guard, and she subconsciously swung out the brush in her hand.
"bite!"
With a crisp sound, the silver whip in Chen Rong's hand was broken into two pieces!
But the brush originally held in Xia Banlian's hand turned into a sharp sword.
But it was the owner here who added a disguise formation to the brush, and made the edge of the long sword in the shape of a brush and placed it on the pen holder as a cover. Now that someone has shed blood to identify its owner, the sword can naturally return to its original state at any time.
Look.
Seeing that the silver whip that was a level 5 spiritual weapon in his hand was cut off with a sword, Chen Rong not only did not feel distressed at all, but a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
To be able to cut off a level 5 spiritual weapon so cleanly and neatly, the level of this long sword is self-evident, it is at least a level 6 spiritual weapon!
Although there are indeed many treasures in this treasure pavilion, most of them are fourth-level spiritual weapons. There are only a few fifth-level spiritual weapons. And among the sixth-level spiritual weapons discovered, this long sword is the first.
No, not one, but three!
Chen Rong's eyes fell on the other brush in Xia Banlian's hand, and then looked at Chu Ye.
Chu Ye was also a little nervous when Chen Rong glanced at him. Unexpectedly, Chen Rong glanced in the direction of Chu Ye, then moved his eyes away and continued to stare at Xia Banlian, as if he hadn't seen the brush in Chu Ye's hand.
He and Tu Qianhao had a tacit understanding and pressed hard on Xia Banlian step by step.
Although Xia Banlian had a silver sword in her hand, Chen Rong and Tu Qianhao did not dare to confront her head-on when they faced her, but after all, it was difficult for them to defeat four hands with two fists, and Xia Banlian was not as good as Chen Rong and Tu Qianhao at the ninth level of the Martial King.
The opponent quickly fell behind.
"Senior Sister Gu!"
Xia Banlian, who was at a disadvantage, suddenly shouted loudly, and the person she called was none other than Gu Miaozhu of Burning Moon Palace.
"Senior Sister Gu, I also ask you to come out and uphold justice. I am willing to give you another writing brush as reward."
Nowadays, among the masters of the ninth level of King Wu, only Gu Miaozhu and Wan Hongxuan have not taken action. Wan Hongxuan, Chen Rong and Tu Qianhao are all from the same sect. It is already very rare not to help his fellow sects to snatch the brush in her hand.
He can't be expected to stop Chen Rong and Tu Qianhao at all.
Then, the only one who can save her is Gu Miaozhu. As long as Gu Miaozhu is willing to join forces with her, the loss of a writing brush is acceptable. Now that the steps have been found for Gu Miaozhu, she can also get a long sword with a sixth-level spiritual weapon. I want to come to Gu Miaozhu
Definitely won't refuse.
However, what Xia Banlian didn't expect was that Gu Miaozhu just glanced at her and had no intention of moving at all.
The sixth-level spiritual weapon is indeed a good thing, but Gu Miaozhu is not willing to have a grudge against two masters of the ninth level of the Martial King at the same time for such a sixth-level spiritual weapon that cannot be used perfectly immediately. In this inheritance hall, if he is not careful, he may...
Eternal disaster.
Gu Miaozhu's reaction was completely beyond Xia Banlian's expectations.
This...how could anyone resist the temptation of a level six spiritual weapon?
However, Xia Banlian had no time to think about it anymore. At some point, the skin on her body was covered with black spots. By the time she realized it, her fingers had begun to become numb, then her wrists, arms, and eventually her whole body became stiff.
Can't move even half a minute.
"Bang!"
Tu Qianhao's fist as big as a sandbag hit Xia Banlian hard on the head. Blood immediately spattered and brain matter overflowed. Just a moment ago, she was a beautiful beauty, but in the blink of an eye, her head turned into a crushed watermelon.
The two brushes in Xia Banlian's hands also became the trophies of Tu Qianhao and Chen Rong. Even the contents of her storage ring were taken out by the two of them and divided into pieces before grabbing Xia Banlian's body collapsed on the ground.
After burning them all, they went on to look for other treasures.
Seeing the skilled looks of Chen Rong and Bao Hongtu, Chu Ye couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. Judging from their appearance, they didn't care about each other's status for the sake of the treasure. As long as their strength was not as good as theirs, they would not take the initiative to hand over the treasure.
Yes, there is only one word for killing.
But why didn't they come and snatch the brush in their hands?
Could it be because...Chu Ye glanced at Qin Se who appeared behind him at some point, could it be because of her?
Qin Se was unaware of Chu Ye's gaze, or she was aware of it and didn't want to explain the reason to him. She just looked at the bare second floor and walked down without any nostalgia.
"There should be nothing good here. I think the owner of the inheritance hall should come out."
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"Little guys, the second game is a small benefit for you. You juniors come to fight for my ancestor's inheritance. Of course I will not be stingy. Next, there is the last game. Let's see who of you can win.
Come to me, ancestor, and get my inheritance! Little guys, the entrance to the inheritance has been opened, ancestor, I am waiting for you!"
As the old voice sounded, the ground in front of the statue on the first floor of the Treasure Pavilion suddenly collapsed, revealing a bottomless pit. Standing at the entrance of the pit, it seemed that you could still feel the darkness coming from the pit.
The breath and the cold wind.
Is this the entrance to inheritance?
Why does it look like the entrance to hell? (To be continued)