The power of the Xuan Seal Fan is much greater than that of ordinary low-grade spiritual magic weapons. Yuan Hong just waved it lightly, and his powerful power instantly blocked the space where Zhao Gang was. The blue light spot that passed quickly "huh" it swept away Zhao Gang with a terrified look on his face.

At this critical moment, the silver armor of the "pseudo-spirit treasure" on Zhao Gang's body suddenly emitted dazzling silver light, forming an armor phantom around him. At the same time, the crescent-sword in his hand swung a cold arc of light, and hit the blue light spot with a "puff".

boom!

A huge impact sound was generated between the two, and the earth shook, and the power of the scattered scattered affected Zhang Heng's temporary cave, causing the restriction on his appearance to shake, but the illusion array was broken.

Suddenly, the temporary cave was exposed.

"Huh? Junior Sister Mu!"

Zhao Gang exclaimed that the silver armor on his body had broken several places, and he endured a mouthful of blood in his body and his face was pale. When he saw Mu Ling'er in the temporary cave, his eyes suddenly lit up.

“Where is this…”

Mu Ling'er slowly opened her eyes, but found that she was sleeping on the ground, Zhang Heng was beside her, and the ground had just trembled.

"Senior Brother Zhao, Senior Brother Yuan, why are you all here?" Mu Ling'er's body was still a little weak, but she had enough strength to stand up. When her eyes touched the "Xuanyin Fan" in Yuan Hong's hand, her expression suddenly changed:

"Senior Brother Yuan...How could my father's 'Xuanyin Fan' be in your hands?"

Mu Ling'er saw the traces of fighting on the field and the injuries on Zhao Gang, and immediately understood a lot in her heart.

"My junior sister, I'm sorry, but I will never return this 'Xuanyin Fan' to you."

When Yuan Hong saw Mu Ling'er, he felt panicked, but he quickly returned to peace.

"What's wrong with my father..."

Mu Ling'er's face turned pale and her delicate body trembled slightly.

"Master, he was obsessed with the treacherous at that time, but now the situation is unknown."

Yuan Hong said with a plain expression, his eyes hurriedly passing by Zhang Heng beside Mu Ling'er. Seeing that the other party was just a cultivator in the early stage of God Transformation, he didn't take it seriously.

"Little Junior Sister, don't listen to him. This beast originally wanted to kill Master, but at the critical moment, the seriously injured Master escaped using the secret technique, and his whereabouts are still unknown..."

Zhao Gang's eyes were blazing, and he looked at Yuan Hong fiercely, wishing he could swallow him in one bite.

"Senior Brother Yuan, I didn't expect you to be such a person... It disappointed me so much!"

Mu Ling'er wanted to step forward to regain the "Xuan Yin Fan", but she was unable to do so. Her vital energy was empty and her injuries were not healed. She couldn't help but look at Zhang Heng beside her for help:

"Fellow Daoist Zhang... can you help me with it?"

Zhang Heng's heart moved, it would be better to take action once and break the other party's favor once, so as not to get more entanglements in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng was ready to agree.

At this moment, Yuan Hong's face turned cold and his cold eyes swept over Zhang Heng. Zhao Gang: "Today, you both must die for me..."

"Yuan Hong, don't force people too much. Senior Brother Zhao and you are the same school as you for more than a thousand years. This fellow Taoist Zhang is my friend, and he has no grudges or grudges with you..."

A trace of anger flashed across Mu Ling'er's face.

"Haha, junior sister, you don't have to do anything. After I solve these two problems, I will take charge of 'Biyun Island' with you. At that time, you will become my dual-cultural partner. Why not do it?"

Yuan Hong looked at Mu Ling'er with warm eyes, without hiding the obsession in his eyes: "It's been a thousand years... I've liked you for a thousand years... Do you know if you're a junior sister?"

"Bah, even if I die, I will not follow you..." Mu Ling'er sarcastically, her eyes fell on Zhang Heng's face. Seeing that the other party had no intention of taking action, she suddenly felt a sense of sadness in her heart and her bright eyes were dim.

"Can you really put your hope on this kid?"

Yuan Hong held the "Xuanyin Fan" in his hand, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but look at Zhang Heng a few more times, and found that the other party was not afraid from beginning to end, and even looked like he was watching the show.

"Paila"

Yuan Hong aimed the green iron fan at Zhang Heng, and a powerful force rushed towards him. The green light on the fan condensed to a point, as if waiting for the moment of explosion.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng finally moved. He saw him reaching out his hand and holding a green feather fan. As soon as the fan came out, a blue ripples swayed, causing a throbbing of the spiritual energy around him.

The unique pressure of the spiritual magic weapon dissipated in all directions, causing Yuan Hong's expression to change slightly:

"Feng Ling Fan?"

If it was just an ordinary "wind spirit fan", that would be fine, but the one in Zhang Heng's hand was very different from the legendary low-grade "spiritual magic weapon".

If you look at it twice, you will find that the feather fan in Zhang Heng's hand is not as soft as it appears, and there is a silver edge that looks like a metallic color.

There was a blade on the edge of the feather fan, which flashed with a heart-shaking cold light

There was a depressing aura of destruction on the entire feather fan.

Was it ~

Suddenly, a "thunderous" lightning light was generated on the Feng Ling Fan, and the green ripples around it were accompanied by lightning arcs.

"This is a bit like the mid-grade spiritual magic weapon 'Wind and Thunder Fan'? But the appearance difference is huge!"

Zhao Gang, not far away, saw the lightning caused by the feather fan in Zhang Heng's hand, and said in surprise, but he couldn't guess any of them.

Of course, the feather fan in Zhang Heng's hand was obtained from "Taixuan Zhenren", but after eighteen years of condensation of the essence of heaven and earth in his body, the quality has been significantly improved. Moreover, Zhang Heng also used his own thunder and lightning magic power to temper the wind spirit fan, making it possess the attributes of lightning.

This fan has been renamed "Feng Lei Fan" by Zhang Heng, and is the same as the medium-grade spiritual magic weapon "Feng Lei Fan". Although this fan is still of a low-grade spiritual magic weapon, it has the ability to fight in close combat. The sharp blade on the edge of the fan is a manifestation, which is obviously Zhang Heng's masterpiece.

With the blessing of Zhang Heng's virtuous spiritual energy, the feather fan in his hand emitted a gust of wind and thunder. Thunder and lightning suddenly flashed over the deserted island, and the strong wind roared, and a dark cloud even formed in the sky.

Hoo~

The blue ripples were accompanied by a thunder arc, rippling around Zhang Heng's body. The powerful power climbed like a rocket, and immediately overshadowed the "Xuan Seal Fan" in Yuan Hong's hand.

In fact, the "Xuanyin Fan" in Yuan Hong's hand is almost at the level of the medium-grade spiritual magic weapon, and its power is no worse than Zhang Heng's "Wind Thunder Fan". However, with the blessing of Zhang Heng's Void Refining Spiritual Aura, the power of the Wind Thunder Fan is obviously one or two higher than the other party.

"Fellow Taoist, the grudge between me and my junior sister and Senior Brother Zhao doesn't seem to have much to do with you. You don't have to fight with me because of this, right?"

Yuan Hong suddenly felt relieved. He couldn't figure it out. A cultivator in front of him in the early stage of God Transformation could actually defeat him with the low-grade spiritual magic weapon in his hand.

You should know that the "Xuanyin Fan" in his hand is not among the ordinary "spiritual magic weapons", but is an extremely rare existence in the "Zhou Dynasty" - inherited spiritual treasures!

As the name suggests, inherited magic weapons are passed down from generation to generation, and they can only be used by monks under specific conditions, such as special bloodlines, special martial arts, and even special races.

Every inherited spiritual treasure on the "Zhou Dynasty" has great power and unknown secrets. In the hands of specific monks (monster beasts), it can exert the power of "spiritual magic weapon" far beyond the same level.

Unfortunately, although Yuan Hong possessed this inherited spiritual treasure and even practiced the techniques and mantras that matched it, he did not open the true secret of this treasure, so he was unable to exert all its power.

"Well, your priest makes sense."

Zhang Heng nodded, as if he agreed.

Yuan Hong looked happy: "That's right... I have no grudges and no grudges between me. I don't have to fight each other and get hurt by the harmony. Another day I will ask for my experience in practicing with fellow Taoists."

"Fellow Taoist, don't listen to this person. He is a despicable villain. Betrayal of the Master is a good witness. Besides, you and the junior sister are also friends, so do you have the heart to bear to hurt your friend?"

Seeing that Zhang Heng seemed to retreat, Zhao Gang was a little anxious and hurried forward to ask for advice.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang..."

Mu Ling'er called out softly, and there was a hint of crystal tears in her bright eyes, and there was a little expectation on her pretty face.

Zhang Heng did not look at Mu Ling'er, his face was leisurely, but the "wind and thunder fan" in his hand gradually leaned towards Yuan Hong.

"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean? Didn't you agree with my proposal just now?" Yuan Hong looked angry, and he raised his throat in his throat with a breath. When his eyes turned, he said to Zhang Heng again:

"It's better to do this. Fellow Taoist, please raise your conditions directly. As long as you are willing to remain neutral, everything is easy to say."

Zhang Heng's eyes lit up: "You can really raise any conditions, you didn't lie to me?"

"As long as the conditions are not too excessive and I can do it, it's fine." Yuan Hong breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself that this world of cultivation really puts interests first, and the young man in front of him is no exception. I hope he will not make excessive demands.

Seeing this scene, Mu Ling'er and Zhao Gang on the side both showed concern. Both of them were seriously injured. If they lost Zhang Heng's help, they would have no power of resistance in front of Yuan Hong.

"My request is very simple..." Zhang Heng showed a few weird smiles on his face, remembering how he came to this world.

"What are the requirements? What do you need?" Yuan Hong's face was filled with joy, waiting for Zhang Heng's following.

"I just want something on you..." Zhang Heng said lightly.

"Do you want the 'Xuan Seal Fan' in my hand? This is impossible?" Yuan Hong said with a vigilant look.

"No, I want your dog's life!"

Zhang Heng's murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the thunder fan in his hand "waves" and carried thousands of lightning lights and the crazy blue waves, obscuring Yuan Hong. (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in. readnovel., more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)
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