Lin Yi pointed at the sword, and raised his hand and formed a sense of righteousness. He drew his sword like lightning, slashing out eight swords in a row.

These eight swords slashed in eight directions in the room, and eight crisp sounds came. In the blink of an eye, the magic array in the coffin shop was removed.

As soon as the magic circle left, the strange aura that lined around the coffin shop disappeared.

"Okay, you can leave."

Amei was shocked so much that she besieged her for decades. In a blink of an eye, she was demolished by the boy in front of her.

At this moment, she was even more suspicious of Lin Yi.

"Plop!"

Amei knelt at Lin Yi's feet, kowtowed three times, stood up, rushed out of the coffin shop without looking back, rushed into the crowd, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The coffin shop fell into silence. Amei was excited and in a hurry when she left, but she didn't take anything away.

The book was still on the table, the silver on the counter was still there, and the huge coffin was still hanging against the wall. She walked in too hurry, as if she was running for life, and she had never taken anything away.

The scent of her body remained in the dim room.

The vulgar dragon was very disgusted with this fragrance. It sprayed out two mouthfuls of ice mist in a row, completely dispelling the scent of the people.

Lin Yi let out a long sigh.

This woman named Amei has a level of cultivation that is between Lin Yi and Lin Yi. If she really starts, Lin Yi will be confident to beat her. But once she fights, the movements here will inevitably attract the attention of everyone around her. This is not Lin Yi's original intention.

He came to collect precious materials, and he didn't want to cause trouble before the materials were collected.

He stepped forward to the giant coffin hanging near the wall, and reached out and tapped it gently. There was a sound in the giant coffin, and the echoing sound indicated that the coffin was empty.

The spiritual consciousness penetrated into the coffin, and the result of the spiritual consciousness being transmitted back also told Lin Yi that the coffin was empty.

"It's really strange. I felt the breath of tiger jade ginseng from this huge coffin, but why is the coffin empty? Could it be that tiger jade ginseng is hidden in the coffin?" Lin Yi said to himself.

Holding the coffin lid with his hand and gently lowering the coffin, Lin Yi wanted to open the coffin lid.

However, at this moment, Lin Yi was alert to the surrounding spiritual sense and suddenly felt a slight fluctuation coming from the coffin shop.

This fluctuation is very weak, like a breeze waving the spider web, which will make anyone care about.

But intuition told Lin Yi that someone used his spiritual sense to lock the coffin shop.

Lin Yi immediately sent the giant coffin into the lotus space, and turned his body and appeared on the street outside the door.

Among the shops around, several shopkeepers looked at him.

From their confused eyes, it can be seen that they were shocked and the female owner of the coffin shop who had never left the house, had walked out of the coffin shop for the first time today.

Not long afterwards, another boy walked out of the coffin shop.

The boy naturally aroused the curiosity of the shopkeepers around him.

Lin Yi looked as usual, walked on the street, identified a direction, and walked quickly.

As soon as Lin Yi left, someone came to the coffin shop.

The group of three people was headed by a scholar wearing a snow-white scholar's shirt. The scholar had a face like a jade crown and a cold star. The jade tree was in the wind and was elegant and elegant. The scholar held a folding fan in his hand, a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looked at the coffin shop.

"Brother Lin, are you right? What you feel is that the so-called rare and elusive aura really comes from this inconspicuous coffin shop?" The scholar in white asked an old man beside him.

The old man was wearing a regular green long gown, chicken skin and crane hair, his eyes were muddy, and his hands were placed in his sleeves, looking like a accountant.

Bo Lin smiled and said, "Young Master, there is absolutely no mistake. Although my cultivation level is not very good, I spent my whole life cultivating my spiritual sense and perception. No matter how rare the breath of the spiritual plant is, I can't hide my perception."

“That’s true.”

The scholar in white nodded.

He reached out and patted the shoulder of Shutong beside him, and smiled and said, "Xiaoqi, go in and take a look and ask the owner if there are any spiritual plants to sell?"

The Shutong named Xiaoqi was fifteen or sixteen years old and had a terrible head and a pair of eyes that were particularly flexible. He agreed and walked into the coffin shop.

"Boss, do you have any rare plant for sale in your store?"

Shutong's voice was loud, and the shops and customers in the surrounding shops could hear it, all of whom were looking at the master and servant as if they were idiots.

"Hehe, strange things happen every year, and this year there are a lot. I don't have to visit the serious medicinal spiritual plant shop, but I have to go to the coffin shop to buy spiritual plants. They are really three top-notch."

"Shh! Sigh a little. Do you know who the scholar in white is? That is the saint of the holy place of the piano, Lan Xieao, is very evil. Let him hear you sarcastic about him behind your back. Be careful that he will light the sky lantern for you."

Suddenly, there was no movement around immediately.

Lin Yi, who had returned from the crowd, crowded with his eyes and looked at the master and servant.

After hearing the discussion around him, he thought to himself: "It turns out that this scholar in white is the saint son of the holy land of the piano, and Lan Yuxian's senior brother Lan Xieao."

Lan Xieao is very famous among the young monks of the Shengwu Continent.

Although he ranks in the top ten of the Holy Martial Arts List and has extraordinary cultivation, what makes him famous is his evil spirit.

It is said that he killed dozens of demon generals on the battlefield of the Eastern Demon Slaughtering Demons with his own strength. At that time, his realm had just broken through to the warrior.

In that battle, he was not only injured, but also surrounded by demons. However, he killed all the demon soldiers and generals who surrounded him with his own strength.

In that battle, he used all his energy in his body and used his hands and feet to fight fiercely with the demon soldiers and generals. It is said that in the end, he even used his mouth and teeth.

The human soldiers who rushed to rescue him saw him bit off the neck of a demon general with his teeth, and his blood sprayed him all over his body.

Later, when the military doctor bandaged his wound, he refused. He was covered in wounds and covered in blood. He smiled evilly and said, "Don't touch the wound on my body, nor do you wash away the demon blood on my body. I want to let my body taste the taste of the demon blood."

It can be said that Lan Xieao is the only saint son who has been to the battlefield of the Demon Slaying Battlefield among the many holy places in the Holy Martial Continent.

He can dress himself up as a handsome handsome young man, become a dirty beggar on the street, transform into a bright and lit-hearted casino, spend a lot of money, and walk onto the battlefield of the two armies with a sharp sword in his hand to kill demons.

Among the younger generation of monks, Lan Xieao has become a legend, a peak master who is no less than Chen Canghai, the first Martial Martial Martial Continent.

No one would have thought that Lan Xieao would appear here and appear in front of an inconspicuous coffin shop in Black Witch City.
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