Han Yun stood calmly without moving until the monster pounced in front of him. The Sun True Fire Sword in his hand gently waved, and the extremely sharp divine gold feather easily cut the monster from his head in half under Han Yun's spiritual power that was comparable to the late stage of the Nascent Soul. The qi on his body shook and blocked the splashing dirt. The battle with a large difference in strength was so simple.

Pang~

The monster's corpse fell to the ground, and the lilac blood oozed out from the corpse, and a round purple bead fell from the heads that were cut open on both sides. Han Yun waved his hand, and the bead slowly flew to Han Yun's hand. He felt that the tentacles were warm and he could clearly feel a strange power contained inside.

"Is this the magic pill?" Han Yun said unconsciously, lowered his head and smelled it, and it actually contained a faint fragrance. At this moment, the starry sky of the spiritual purification bottle with his right hand was automatically activated, and he sucked the pill bead in one go.

Han Yun was shocked, and with a thought, his mind was immersed in the starry sky. He saw those lights rushing towards the purple beads, and then a large amount of attributeless spiritual energy surged out. Han Yun was stunned. This had never happened to the demon pill in the past. Can this magic pill be decomposed by the Spirit-Creating Purification Bottle?

With just a cup of tea, the starry sky was filled with attributeless spiritual energy, but the volume of the purple pill did not change significantly. Han Yun's heart jumped up, and he had picked up a treasure. This magic pill could actually be differentiated into attributeless spiritual energy by the Spirit-Cultivation Purification Bottle, and the spiritual energy content was probably more than ten yellow-grade spiritual medicines, and it might even surpass the mysterious-grade spiritual medicines.

Han Yun hurriedly asked the Spirit-Crafting Purification Bottle to stop the differentiation purple pill. The five attributes of the exercises were operated at the same time, and soon the decomposed spiritual energy was completely absorbed and converted into spiritual power. Han Yun opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at the misty starry sky on his right hand and said intimidly: "I don't know where this Spirit-Crafting Purification Bottle comes from. Such a heaven-defying treasure actually appears in the mortal world!"

A purple pill appeared in the palm of his hand, and the misty starry sky in his right hand also disappeared. Han Yun picked up the purple pill and said to himself without hesitation: "What a good thing. If you can get a few more, what's the point of Mahayana period!"

"Hmph, boy is so angry!" A majestic voice suddenly sounded. Han Yun's face changed. He looked away from the voice and saw a majestic white-haired old man standing quietly on the broken edge at some point. An empty sleeve swayed in the wind, and a pair of sharp eyes staring at Han Yun's magic pill in his hand and mouth for a moment. There was no doubt that he heard the bold words made by Han Yun, but he didn't know if he had seen the misty starry sky in the heart of Han Yun's right hand.

Han Yun felt cold in his heart. The one-armed old man was no other, but Duan Wan, the terrifying old ashes of the sword casting gate. Duan Wan stood there quietly, but Han Yun felt that he was taller than the sky and wider than the sea. He was just an ant lying at the feet of a giant, and even the right to escape was deprived. Han Yun felt an ominous premonition in his heart, and he had already made the worst plan, that is, Duan Wan had already recognized the Spirit-Creating Pure Bottle.

"What's your name!" Duan Wan asked lightly, and was in a hurry to take action. His face was calm, making Han Yun unable to understand the truth.

Han Yun calmed down from the initial shock and said calmly: "Han Yun!"

Duan Wan calmed down so quickly when he saw Han Yun, and a hint of praise appeared on his face, but he secretly mentioned his twelve-carefulness. He was not Han Yun, but the Flower God Door Master. On that day, the Flower God Door Master blocked him for more than ten swords in order to save the boy. It can be seen that the boy in front of him has a good relationship with the Flower God Door Master. Since this boy appeared here, the Flower God Door Master may be not far away, so he did not dare to take action rashly.

The misty starry sky on Han Yun's right hand was indeed seen by him. With his ashes, although he could not recognize it as the Spirit-Cultivation Purification Bottle, he also knew that it was definitely a rare treasure.

"What is on your right hand?" Duan Wan said lightly, with an undeniable majesty in his tone. Han Yun threw the purple pill in his hand and said lightly: "A magic pill, if you like it, I'll give it to you!"

Before Han Yun finished speaking, he felt a flash in front of him. The one-armed old man had already appeared in front of him. His tall body was one head higher than him, and his body was faintly domineering, standing there like a mountain like a mountain. Han Yun felt extremely depressed, and even the air was filled with lead, which was inhaled into his lungs. The frequency of his heartbeat was involuntarily increased. Han Yun was sure that the other party did not have the spiritual power to deliberately create an atmosphere that oppressed him. It was a kind of aura possessed by the strong. With his current cultivation level, he naturally felt like being pressured by the other party. It can be seen that his cultivation level was at least one lower than the other party, or even two large levels. The cultivation level of the one-armed old man in front of him was definitely not lower than that of the God Transformation Stage, and it was very likely that he was a pervert in the fusion stage. In front of the pervert in the fusion stage, there was no Han Yun resisting at all. The Nascent Soul Stage was like a slag in front of him.

Duan Wan was very satisfied with the feeling of depression he caused to the other party and said lightly: "Boy, don't pretend to be stupid with me. What kind of treasure is the starlight in the palm of your right hand?"

Han Yun felt a little sad and said calmly: "How can you look down on that bad thing with such a status and cultivation of the senior? You shouldn't be snatching it, right?"

"Haha, cunning boy, don't use words to make a trap for me. I don't want to use this set, and hand over the treasure immediately. I can spare you forever, and I can even accept you as my disciple!" Duan Wan laughed wildly. Masters of Duan Wan's level naturally have a very vicious vision and are very sensitive to the level of the treasure. Although they are just a glance, they also know that it must be a rare treasure. The words to accept Han Yun as his disciple are naturally not casual. Han Yun reached the Nascent Soul stage at such an age. In his opinion, he is naturally a person of high qualifications, and accepting him as his disciple is not considered a humiliating himself. The most important thing is that after he accepts him as his disciple, the treasure will naturally become a disciple who respects the master. Otherwise, it would be nice to say a fusion stage of an old person who robs the younger generation of the younger generation.

Duan Wan, as if I am sure of you, Yun Danfeng looked at Han Yun gently. As long as this kid is not in his head, he will definitely agree to himself. When there are only two ways in front of him, he is to lose his life and treasures, and the other is to only lose treasures, but he can get a master of the fusion stage as his backing. In this case, I believe the fool knows how to choose.

Han Yun smiled and said, "Senior is kidding, right? How can those broken copper and iron behold your eyes! As for you as your master, there is no need to be a master. I already have a master!"

Duan Wan's face darkened, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Your master is the old witch, the master of Flower God Door?"

Han Yun was stunned and soon realized that what Duan Wan was talking about was the woman trapped in the fantasy array. She was the master of the Flower God Door? Han Yun almost bit his tongue. Although he knew that the woman who turned into a moon and allowed him to take advantage of all the advantages was not simple, he never expected that it was the Master of the Flower God Door. Elder Duan and others respectfully said and said with fear, grandma, who was a woman with a figure comparable to a devil. Han Yun remembered that he kissed and touched her, rubbed her chest and beat her butt, and almost killed her. He couldn't help but cool down behind him and cursed: "It's so damn exciting, but unfortunately I didn't see her true face!"

Han Yun's eyes rolled, his face darkened, and he cursed at Duan Wan: "Your Madam, you dare to be rude to my master!"

Duan Wan snorted coldly and said, "There are a group of flower demons in the Flower God Dock. So what if I call him an old demon?"

"Flower Demon?" This was the first time Han Yun heard such remarks, but remembered what he saw and heard in the sea of ​​demon hunting, the behavior of the women in Hua Shenwu was indeed very strange. It was not wrong to say that they were a group of flower demons. Han Yun pretended to be angry and said, "Fuck me, how dare you scold my master, the old demon, you are the old demon, do you dare to fight alone with my master?"

Duan Wan said coldly: "I fell into your Hua Shenwu trick that day, and fought with Zhidian's bald donkey and suffered a loss. Otherwise, how could the old witch be my opponent? Where is she now? I am about to settle the score with her!" Although this guy was passionate, he was just to test whether the Hua Shen Wuwu master was nearby.

Han Yun didn't know what to do and said, "Since that's the case, I'll take you there. If you win, I'll be willing to hand over the treasure and worship you as your teacher!"

A cold light flashed in Duan Wan's eyes and said lightly: "So, that old witch is no longer on the sixteenth floor?"

Han Yun's heart skipped a moment, and he screamed in secretly. Suddenly, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes, and he shouted happily: "Master, you are here!"

Duan Wan's heart was trembling, and he couldn't help but turn around and looked around, but behind him was empty, and he secretly shouted: "I fell into a trap!" A sharp sword aura slashed behind him.

Pang!

The sword aura passed by like a horse, slashing a deep pit on the ground, and Han Yun had disappeared without a trace. Duan Wan's spiritual sense swept away, and couldn't help but be furious and shouted loudly: "Little bastard, don't want to escape from my palm!" He flew down to the deep pit where the demonic energy surged, and slashed out quickly into a knife.

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