Chapter 2232 Wanbao Conference

"Hunting, old guy surnamed Zhang, you are so easy to fool us three brothers. Although this is the Yinyin Mountain Range, it is still far away from your main rudder of the Heavenly Corpse Gate. We will wipe you out, and there is still enough time to leave." Go, it's you who should be out of your wits..."

Hearing this, the old man's face was extremely ugly, but he knew in his heart that the other party was not bluffing, and he had no chance of winning against three monsters of the same rank. Into the attack.

Are you really going to perish here?

The old man's face was full of fear, his eyes were constantly rolling, and he was desperately planning a way to escape, but for a moment, how could he think of a good idea?

"Old man, if you tie your hands obediently, you can save a lot of suffering."

The eldest of the three heroes of the Zhong family yelled sharply, and saw that he raised his left hand, his spiritual light flashed, and a golden long spear emerged, and the arc on the gun twinkled and flickered, and the sound of crackling and cracking came to his ears.

Then the man grasped the spear, stabbing his chest like an old man.

The monster drives the treasure differently from the cultivator, and does not sacrifice it with his hands. It looks quite similar to a martial arts master.

However, with the demonized body, regardless of speed or strength, it will not be inferior to the magic weapon of monks of the same rank.

The old man had obviously fought against demonizers and had rich experience. His expression changed drastically and he reached out to slap his waist, and a bone shield was sacrificed.

The timing was just right, and it happened to seal off the opponent's spear.

boom!

The spirit glowed everywhere, and he escaped a catastrophe.

However, it was too late to relax, because the enemy he faced was not just one person.

But three brothers!

The three heroes of the Zhong family advance and retreat together, seeing that the boss has already made a move, the second and third children naturally have no reason to be idle, and each took out their own treasures.

One person wields the golden thread big ring knife, the other wields the judge's pen, and they work together like an old man to kill him.

With one against three, in just a few breaths, the old man was in a panic. If this continues, his fall will be a certainty.

"hateful!"

The old man was anxious and angry, but he was unable to recover. As time passed, his face showed a bit of despair, but at this moment, a sneer came to his ears: "A mere mortal is so arrogant, thinking that Become a demon, and you can sit on an equal footing with us immortal cultivators, I really don't know how to live or die."

Before the words were finished, a terrifying spiritual pressure descended from the sky. Although the range had been compressed, it was still enveloped within a few miles.

"Immortal cultivators in the separation and reunion period!"

The strength of the spiritual pressure caused the four of them to change color suddenly, but the next moment, their expressions were completely different.

The old man was full of surprises: "Senior saved me, junior Zhang Delei will thank you very much."

The complexions of Zhong's Sanxiong suddenly became gloomy.

"It's an old monster in the separation period, invincible, hurry up, get out of here."

Before the words fell, the three brothers retreated together in a tacit understanding.

"Go, do you think there is still a chance to go at this moment?"

A mocking voice came to the ear, and then the space fluctuated, and a monk in a green robe appeared in sight.

The spiritual pressure is overwhelming, but how did they know that Lin Xuan actually has hidden strength. After all, the immortal cultivators in the Dongxuan stage are too eye-catching, and the separation and reunion are not so eye-catching.

Even so, it is more than enough to deal with three Nascent Soul-level demons.

With a flick of Lin Xuan's sleeve, a yellow-orange fairy sword flew out. Anyway, Lin Xuan had a wealth of wealth, and there were countless magic weapons in his storage bag. It was very easy to just take out a sword to support the facade.

"cut!"

After the treasure was sacrificed, Lin Xuan immediately pointed it out, and with his movements, there was a loud buzzing sound, and the fairy sword's size skyrocketed in the halo, becoming seven or eight feet long.

"Great sword technique."

Many immortal cultivators who use fairy swords as magic weapons like this move. It is simple, practical and powerful.

That fairy sword took a turn, as if the boss of the three heroes of the Zhong family had been chopped off.

"Brother!"

The second child and the third child paled in shock, but it was too late for rescue. A look of fear flashed across the face of the boss. He raised the spear with both hands and raised it above the top, hoping to block the opponent's attack. To be fair, the reaction was fairly quick, but it's a pity. There was no use at all, there was a loud stabbing sound, and the man and the gun were split in half.

Killing the enemy with one move, the other two of the Zhong family's three heroes were so frightened that they were scared out of their wits. They didn't even dare to take revenge, so they separated and fled.

It's a pity that it was in vain. Lin Xuan manipulated the treasure and beheaded the two of them calmly.

"Thank you senior for your help. Your great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten by this junior. Dare I ask you to come here, but do you want to participate in the Wanbao Conference of our sect?" Overjoyed, he bowed to Lin Xuan, and the sound of accompanying laughter came to his ears.

"Wanbao Conference, what is that?" Lin Xuan showed some surprise on his face, and then sighed: "Mr. Lin came to your sect to visit friends."

"Visiting friends, senior, do you know any uncle in this sect?" Hearing what Lin Xuan said, the old man's expression became more respectful.

"That's right, it's a pity that Lin's friend has fallen into the hands of demonizers. As a result, it will be a bit troublesome for Lin to enter the helm of your faction. Otherwise, you might as well experience the Wanbao Conference you mentioned. " Lin Xuan replied like this.

"I see, because of those hateful monsters, my Heavenly Corpse Gate is the closest, and it is indeed heavily guarded. However, if the senior wants to go in, it is no problem for the junior to be the guarantor." There was a trace of mystery on the old man's face, and a flattering voice came into the ear.

"You mean, you lead me into the main helm of your faction?" Lin Xuan said noncommittally.

"Hehe, although the junior's cultivation base is low, he still has a small status in the sect. I can't help you with other things. It's just a matter of bringing the senior into the main helm. This small matter can still be done."

"Since that's the case, I'm going to trouble you. I really want to see the Wanbao Conference you mentioned. Is it different from the general Fangshi auction?"

"Since it is called the Wanbao Conference, it is of course different from the general market transactions. This is a grand event in our sect, which is only held every three hundred years. The participating immortal cultivators must be at least above the Nascent Soul level. Treasures are also very important, and they are basically invisible at ordinary auctions, so seniors must not miss them." The old man said a little proudly.

"Okay, fellow daoist, please lead the way."

"Senior is too polite, let's go now."

There was a gleam of joy on the old man's face, it would be of great benefit to him to be able to make friends with an immortal cultivator at the clutch level, and since the other party saved him, it would certainly not be detrimental to our sect.

So the old man clasped his hands, wrapped in gray-white corpse aura, and flew forward.