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"Cough cough..."

Ling Yan coughed to hide his embarrassment..

Hua Yuerong took a slight breath, but the smile still persisted.It seems that this is something that has been doomed since she was born.

"I don't know what exactly Elder Hua is talking about? How could the demon world spy on the things on the Heavenly Sacred Peak?"

Ling Yan transferred the embarrassment just now, and glanced around, no matter how he looked, no matter how he looked, he felt that there was nothing attracting the demon world, right?

"Hehe, yes, of course there is, it's just that it hasn't come out now!"

Huayue smiled delicately.

"Just didn't come out??" Ling Yan's brows were slowly locked together... In his heart, he seemed to have guessed something...

"After the decisive battle, the number one expert will gain the favor of the heavens and the peerless treasure that descended from the heavens...the demon world has been peeping at this thing for a long time..."

Hua Yuerong's lips were always curled up, her charming smile was like her signature, after saying this, she stepped back gently, and bowed to Ling Yan...

"Elder Ling, Yue Rong still needs to report this matter to Senior Brother Xue. This matter cannot be neglected. Yue Rong has the courage to ask Elder Ling to send his disciples to garrison around Tiansheng Peak earlier. Yue Rong will leave!"

After all, Hua Yuerong's body gradually dispersed, her appearance was dim, and in a blink of an eye, her whole body turned into a sharp red sword. The sect rushed forward.

Like flowing clouds and flowing water, with a hint of eagerness.

"This Hua Yuerong is a woman after all, although she tried her best to conceal it..."

No matter how stupid Ling Yan is, he can naturally see some clues...I don't want to, this vicious woman is actually like this...

As soon as the person left, before Ling Yan could retract his gaze, Mo Bifang's voice began to ring in Ling Yan's ear again...

"If Xinhai Yunge continues to win the first place in this year's Fengyun Jue, I'm afraid that magic weapon in their sect will take shape..."

"Elder Mo, it seems... I have many wonderful stories that I have never heard of..."

Mo Bifang's words caused Ling Yan's brain to spin rapidly again, and he lowered his voice to a very low level, and said slowly.

Looking at the radiant and majestic barrier in front of him, his eyes were slightly rippling.

"Xinhaiyun Pavilion has won the No. [-] Fengyunjue for seven consecutive times...Since that genius became the master, Xinhaiyun Pavilion has been completely reborn and beat all the heroes. The No. [-] Fengyun Jue for seven times allowed them to win seven The next day, as a reward from heaven, seven peerless treasures entered the pouch of Xinhai Yunge, do you know what this means?"

"With seven powerful magic weapons, I'm afraid that Xinhaiyun Pavilion is invincible, no one can stop it..."

Ling Yan said in a daze, saying that this is one treasure, it is enough to be proud of the world, but there are seven treasures in Xinhaiyun Pavilion..."

"That's not the most important thing!"

Mo Bifang shook his head.

"Ok?"

Ling Yan was puzzled.If just one gift from heaven can attract the prying eyes of countless Xiaoxiao and other sects, let alone seven. Although Xinhaiyun Pavilion is strong, at least it is not strong enough to fight against the whole world, right? ?Ling Yan still understands the truth that everyone is innocent, but pregnant with Bi is guilty.... Seven pieces are enough for a strong man with countless worlds to flatten the Xinhaiyun Pavilion.

"Since the Fengyun Jue received the heaven-sent rewards, all ten sects of cultivation have worked hard. In the previous dozens of Fengyun finals, the rewards were either panacea or rare medicinal materials. All of them are extremely precious. Although precious, they are far less than the heaven-sent prizes. , but, just nearly 300 years ago, Xinhaiyun Pavilion won the first Fengyunjue No.1, and the reward... is no longer a pill, nor a medicinal material, but a magic weapon!"

"What kind of magic weapon?"

Ling Yan asked urgently, his voice was slightly louder, but luckily there were no disciples around him.

"A helmet, the grade is unknown!"

Mo Bifang, who was 'sitting in command' at the head of the sect's large formation, his soft and cold voice wafted in Ling Yan's ears...

"A strong helmet?"

(Brothers, you have been wronged, happy Dragon Boat Festival!! The 2K Klan is really shameless!!)