Chapter 383 A Few Idiots

"It turned out to be really golden black iron!"

A surprised look appeared on Shui Wuhen's face, and he shouted loudly.

"These idiots!"

The faces of the two elders, Xian Ye and Wu Tianzi, above the void, became extremely ugly. The value of the golden black iron is too great, and it is not too much in this sea sect.

And at this time, whether it was Zhan Batian, this tomb Chenglin, or even Sun Wuxiu on one side, the expressions on his face became so ugly.

Gold black iron.

This is known as a holy product in weapon refining.

Even in this Canghai Sect, a fist-sized golden iron requires fifty or sixty thousand points to obtain, that is to say, the value of the golden iron held in Qin Feng's hands is all Enough to exceed the sword Jing Zhongyue they exchanged for.

Such a good opportunity slipped away in their hands like this, or they gave up on their own initiative, which made them feel like they were going crazy when they thought about it.

"Qin Feng... You dare to plot against me!"

Zhan Batian's whole person went crazy.

His face flushed, and his eyes looked at Qin Feng almost like fire.

It's not just him, Tomb Chenglin and Sun Wuxiu both have the same expressions.

"Chong!"

The waterless halberd moved violently and let out a long cry.

With a crazy arc on his face, he sneered strongly:

"Zhan Batian, Tomb Chenglin, Sun Wuxiu... This is what you brought for yourself, this golden black iron, you gave up yourself, do you think anyone has forced you?"

Following Shui Wuhen's words, a terrifying aura instantly circulated.

The directly suppressed space formed a great stagnation.

It even made it difficult to breathe.

"Shui Wuhen... don't deceive people too much!"

Feeling the breath of Shui Wuhen's body, Zhan Batian's expression couldn't help changing.

Although Zhan Batian has recently made a breakthrough, from the eighth level of the true spirit realm to the ninth level of the real spirit realm, his strength is against the sky, but compared to the madman-like existence of Shui Wuhen, he is still far behind.

Especially Shui Wuhen's fighting method, it is simply life-threatening. Thinking about it, he feels cold all over his body and does not dare to fight against it.

"Hey, Zhan Batian, you guys are really shameless. No one forced you to change what you wanted to do. Now you regret it. How come there are so many good things for you to choose!"

Lie Yan's beautiful eyes revealed a contemptuous light and said with a sneer.

"Humph……"

Seeing the surrounding disciples, they kept throwing strange eyes. For a while, Zhan Batian and others couldn't talk anymore. They just looked at the golden black iron in Qin Feng's hands, and they felt a pain in their hearts.

And these golden black iron, if added together, is enough to create a supreme magic weapon. For a time, Qin Feng happily included it into his storage ring.

Looking at the tyrannical dragon sword on his body, he had a new idea. After waiting for the time to come, this tyrannical dragon sword should be tempered with the help of this golden black iron...

"laugh"

A group of disciples began to move forward again.

At this point, the team started to slow down a bit.

The Demon Wood Snake King is a lesson from the past and has to be guarded against. At this time, many disciples began to look at Qin Feng from time to time.

Judging from the last incident of the Demon Wood Snake King, Qin Feng's perception is really terrifying.

"Breathe... breathe..."

Qin Feng didn't pay any attention to the gazes around him.

At this time, he constantly mobilized the vitality around him to nourish his body.

I felt that strands of vitality slowly entered every inch of the muscles, and a strong sense of comfort was generated in the bottom of my heart.