Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

Ji Bai responded to him softly.

"Shanxuan, you..."

"Want to know how I got into the wasteland?"

Before the leader of Yueming Sect could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ji Bai.

Seeing this, the leader of Yueming Sect nodded quickly and said, "We also tried to use a wisp of our soul to get in, but we were all repelled. Some sect leaders even tried to force their way in, but they were counterattacked."

Ji Bai pointed at Shang Qianyu and said, "Before he set off, I placed a ray of my soul on him."

Upon hearing this, the leader of Yueming Sect immediately said, "You are violating the rules!"

One year, a disciple from a small sect had a wisp of soul above the Nascent Soul stage. That year, that disciple was rampant in the Wasteland, robbing countless people of their treasures, and forcing countless people to crush their beads and leave the Wasteland.

Although that sect was sanctioned by other sects after they came out, they did not find out where they hid the treasures.

The wandering immortals in the martial arts world couldn't stand this, so they joined forces and went to the sect, only to find that the sect was already empty, as if it had been robbed.

Later, I heard that someone had seen someone from the sect on the street, but when they chased after him, they couldn't find any trace of that person at all.

Gradually, rumors began to spread that the man had obtained a spatial treasure in the wasteland that year and moved the entire sect into it.

Therefore, up to now, all sects have issued a clear ban on anyone sending their soul into the desolate land.

Any sect that is found to be in disorder will be banned from entering the wasteland again.

Song Fangle: "Rules are dead, but people are alive! You stinky boy, if it weren't for my junior brother, your proud disciple would have died long ago!"

"You are so proud of your disciple. You said he has sixth-grade spiritual roots and is in the middle stage of the golden elixir at the age of fifteen. But in the end, he was the first one to lie down!"

The leader of Yueming Sect was so angry that his head was smoking. His disciple beside him stopped him and said, "Master, it is because my actual combat ability is not as good as others. What Taoist Immortal said is right. I still need to work harder."

Song Fangle choked, and a sense of guilt immediately surged in his heart. He was afraid that he would not be able to sleep at night, and said a little embarrassedly: "That... Xiaolin, right? I'm not saying that you can't do it, I... I'm saying that your master's teaching is not good enough. If you come to our Yuedao Sect, we will definitely give you better resources!"

Yue Mingzong's hair began to smoke: "Mr. Song, don't go too far!!"

"No need, Taoist Immortal. My master treats me very well. I don't plan to leave Yueming Sect." Lin Huai said humbly.

Song Fangle admires and likes this kind of children, who are capable, humble and respectful.

He glanced at the boy who was the leader of Yueming Sect and was a little confused for a moment.

How could this guy with a bad temper and low emotional intelligence receive such a good disciple?

Finally, he straightened his face, took out a top-grade sword from his storage ring, and handed it to Lin Huai: "This sword is for you."

Seeing this, Lin Huai wanted to push it back, but was stopped by his master: "Take it, this guy's things are all good treasures, you must take it!"

Lin Huai paused slightly, bent down and took the sword, saying, "Thank you, Taoist Immortal Venerable."

Song Fangle tilted his head to look at his junior brother and asked worriedly, "The disciples said they heard the cry of the blood-flame python deep in the forest. You escaped from it, so you didn't get hurt, right?"

Ji Bai said calmly: "No."

Song Fangle breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the leader of Yueming Sect and said, "Without rules, there can be no court. In the final analysis, our Yuedao Sect still violated the rules. When the wasteland reopens next year, our Yuedao Sect will not participate..."

Before Song Fangle could finish his words, a series of tinkling sounds interrupted him. Everyone turned around to look at the Immortal Venerable Shan Xuan who made the sound. The next second, they were blinded by the flash of golden light and closed their eyes unconsciously.

Song Fangle was the first to see what was happening in front of him. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped to the ground. It took him a long time to come back to his senses: "Junior brother, you...you...whose sect did you rob?!"

He looked at the pile of magic weapons in front of him, all of which were of high quality, and shook his head quickly: "No. Didn't I see you in the past ten days? Did you kill your way into the Demon Realm and plunder it!? "

Shang Qianyu frowned unhappily when he heard this.

What does it mean to go to the demon world? If Master really wants some treasure from the demon world, would it take so much effort?

To put it bluntly, someone will lead him to the treasure pavilion to choose things, and he can take whatever he likes. It doesn't matter if he takes everything in the treasure pavilion.

However, these scraps of metal in front of me were not taken from the treasure house.

Sure enough, the next second Shang Qianyu stopped and saw his master said in a flat tone: "Blood Flame Python's."

Song Fangle reacted extremely violently, his eyes widened even more, and his voice was so loud that it lifted the roof off: "What!!! What did you say!!?? What did you say this is???!!!"

All the disciples covered their ears, only Ji Bai looked indifferent.

The disciple at the side whispered to the Cricket Master: "Master, do you practice Lion Roar Kung Fu?"

"Don't think I didn't hear it!" Song Fangle turned his head to look at the disciples who were talking.

Several of Guoguo's disciples immediately shut up.

Ji Bai: "These are the Blood Flame Python's things, they look useless. Distribute them to the sects participating in the Wasteland Land this year, and you can handle the rest on your own."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Junior brother, wait a minute!" Song Fangle stopped him hastily, the shock on his face still showing: "How did you snatch the treasure from the Blood Flame Python?"

Ji Bai said calmly: "Kill him and you will get it."

Song Fangle:! ?????

Yueming Sect leader: ! ! ? ? ?

All disciples: !!!!

Only Song Fangle and the Yueming Sect's leader knew the Blood Flame Python's truly terrifying power. Back then, their master had teamed up with the Great Immortal to seal off the Blood Flame Python.

Moreover, half a year after sealing the Blood Flame Python, the Great Immortal, who originally had tens of thousands of years left to live, passed away early!

Even the Great Dao Immortals could not suppress the blood power of the Blood Flame Python, and could only join forces with others to seal it in the wasteland. However, only the Junior Brother in the middle stage of the Mahayana Stage was able to kill the Blood Flame Python, and also took away the treasure that it had collected for who knows how many years! ! ?

Not only did he take them, he also said that these treasures that could be sold at sky-high prices at random "seem to be useless"???

Moreover, not only was he not injured, he also looked relaxed, as if the Blood Flame Python was nothing to him!

The disciples present had only heard of the name of the Blood Flame Python, but the roar that day was separated from the safety barrier set up by the middle stage of the Mahayana, and even though it was tens of thousands of miles away, it still resounded inside the barrier, shocking people's souls, and was enough to let them understand how powerful the Blood Flame Python was.