For example, Chen Feng would definitely not end up like such a miserable end.

He silently felt the strength of the imprisonment force, then raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the iron rod that was hitting down from above. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a trace of disdain flashed across.

"If this is what you call relying on, then the next thing that greets you is despair!"

As he spoke, Chen Feng burst into breath and his blue short spear in his hand slashed through the air between Gu Junlin and the magic medicine pestle!

Swish!

A blue horse trainer several feet long passed by, and his extremely sharp momentum seemed to be about to melt the void.

In fact, the blue short spear mixed with the power of Han Xuan Bingyan does have this ability.

Whether it is the momentum and pressure or the invisible consciousness, it can be cut off with one force.

For example, now, as the blue pie flashes by, a faint sound of collapse comes.

Gu Junlin trembled, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of blood, his already ugly face even more desolate.

The magic medicine pestle that was falling rapidly in the sky also swayed with it, and the huge body shrank sharply, and in the blink of an eye it turned into its original appearance.

The light golden light emitted on it disappeared without a trace at the same time, causing Chen Feng to relax and he jumped up and grabbed it in his hand.

"You're the one named Chen, how dare you?"

Gu Junlin saw this scene as soon as he came to his senses. His chest was stuffy and he sprayed out a mouthful of blood again, and his whole body was almost bursting out.

I thought I was bound to win this attack, but I never expected it to be cracked by the other party so easily.

It would be fine if the attack was cracked, but it would be impossible for him to bear the key magic pestle to be taken away.

This thing is not only a powerful tool for the enemy, but also represents a great honor because it was given to the head of the sect.

Now that it has been taken away in public, how should I explain when I return to the sect in the future?

"Don't be excited, this thing is so ugly. Grandpa, I don't care about it yet!"

Chen Feng held the magic medicine pestle in his hand and looked up and down a few times, feeling that the word "ugly" was so ugly that he couldn't help but shake his head, unable to get any interest at all.

"If the thing is back, let's give up this matter, otherwise you will die on the spot today!"

Gu Junlin gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step, his expression full of madness and resentment, as if he had lost his mind.

"Don't worry, even if my grandfather doesn't like it, he won't give it back to you. I'll just give it up! I've said killing me thousands of times, are you sure you can do it?"

Chen Feng was calm and shook his head while playing with the magic medicine pestle in his hand, as if he was in a dilemma.

"This thing doesn't look happy and is troublesome. It's better to melt it away and refine other items later!"

As he spoke, a dark blue flame rose from his hand, covering the magic medicine pestle.

"Chen Feng, I swear to you!"

Seeing this scene, Gu Junlin's eyes were bloody because of extreme anger.

"Cheng Feng, if you dare to destroy the magic medicine pestle, the Xuanyi Sect will never stop with you!"

Old Hai in the distance looked at this scene, his face also changed drastically, and he let out an angry shout.

If Duan Xinhun hadn't watched from the side, he might have rushed up.

The things given by the head of the sect personally are equivalent to the token, which completely represents the face. If the magical medicine is destroyed, it is undoubtedly slapping the head of the sect in the face.

More importantly, this object is not just a weapon, but also a symbol!

The Xuanyi School uses medicine to enter the Tao, and medicine is the most respected. Making medicine and pestle is an indispensable tool.
Chapter completed!