After seeing the sword cultivator in green clothes making a copy with a blank jade talisman, he kept the original copy. The old man in gray clothes yelled angrily: "Give me a copy of this information too!"

The green-shirted swordsman didn't even glance at his old friend out of the corner of his eye. He was going to have some fun! Who has time to talk to you?

The top priority is to get the soul flame!

After he handed over the information, he looked at Yin Dong eagerly, his eyes burning.

Yin Dong smiled and did not embarrass him.

The idea of ​​forcing the monks present to hand over the information they brought about the world of Daotian was very creative, and he was willing to go all out and not hesitate to offend all forces. He was really a ruthless person.

There is no need to become enemies with such people for the sake of a soul flame.

Moreover, the method that Qingshan Sword Cultivator thought of was something he had not thought of just now. It is very likely that he handed over the soul flame after Qingshan Sword Cultivator took out the information he carried.

In short, this information must be more detailed than he expected.

"Senior, this is the soul flame. You can check first to see if it is ownerless."

Yin Dong was very happy and moved a soul flame from the whirlpool ruins, floating above his fingertips, burning quietly.

This soul flame is pale, with a hint of death ashes.

It is not the original flame brought from the demonic realm, but the soul flames containing the energy of the dead that are spawned after the pure white soul flame absorbs the energy of the dead.

The flames floated quietly in the air, seemingly without any terrifying aura fluctuations, but they gave people a feeling of extreme danger.

"Senior can also take it away, check it and then put a mental brand on it. However, after leaving, it may get out of control, maybe it won't. I am not responsible."

Yin Dong smiled lightly, gave a friendly reminder, and threw the soul flame to the sword cultivator in blue shirt.

He thought that the sword cultivator in green shirt must have some taboos and would not believe his words, so he would take the flame away and collect the soul flame only after he was sure that there was no problem.

Unexpectedly, the sword cultivator in green shirt also had a cheerful temperament and immediately said: "Then I'll cheer up now."

Yin Dong said with some surprise: "Senior, why don't you check it carefully?"

"I'm a sword cultivator, and I've reached the point where the sword's heart is transparent. I don't sense anything wrong with this flame, so there's no point in checking it. Either, there's really no problem. Or, your kid's technique is too clever, I'll check

Not coming out."

The green-robed monk was no longer as manic as he was when he drew his sword and struck violently. He was very polite and explained patiently.

Yin Dong smiled, this swordsman was really straightforward, he would say whatever he wanted.

He smiled and said: "Senior is joking, how many kilograms do I have? How could I have any clever tricks that would prevent even a strong man like you from finding out?"

"No, in front of you, there are not many people in Long Pavilion who dare to claim to be strong, and they are not enough for you to kill."

The green-shirted swordsman sighed with emotion, and had a very good impression of Yin Dong. While putting a spiritual imprint on the soul flame, he chatted with Yin Dong.

Yin Dong laughed and said: "Senior is digging a hole for me. If the people in Long Pavilion hear this, they will have to fight to the death with me!"

"Are you scared now? If you give in now, Longge won't fight you until death?"

The green-shirted swordsman smiled with interest,

After a pause, he added: "Also, don't call me senior one after another, which will make me panic. Call me Jian Chi, or call me Jian Ge to save face."

Bitch brother?

Yin Dong laughed sullenly, but he was still not being mean, and shouted in a decent manner: "Brother Jian Chi, is the situation of Dragon Pavilion included in your information? Which force in the Daotian world do they belong to?"

The green-shirted sword cultivator said in surprise: "Eh? How dare you, you actually know that Dragon Pavilion was founded by people from Daotian World? Not many people in the cultivation world know this news today."

Yin Dong’s enigmatic smile, who knows?

He just said this casually to see if there was a chance to throw some dirt on Long Pavilion.

I really didn’t expect that the Dragon Pavilion was actually founded by Master Daotian, and his intentions were obvious...in order to seize the opportunity and destiny of the Dragon Nest.

The green-shirted swordsman didn't know which ancient sect he came from. He knew some secrets that had been buried by the years. There was a trace of mulberry and loneliness that was too thick to be resolved between his eyebrows.

Even most of the monks present looked horrified. It was obvious that they did not know the details of Dragon Pavilion.

For a while.

The whole world is quiet here.

The wind whistled from the deep jungle and swept across the sky and earth, picking up countless flowers and leaves, flying and circling in the air, and then flew away with a few butterflies.

Blue Star's extremely cold climate has continued to worsen, the temperature has been dropping, the storm has stopped, leaving a lot of freezing rain in the sky to form strands of ice.

When the wind blows, these ice threads are swept away and fall on people's faces like ice knives. Even some weak monks will feel a biting chill.

The swordsman in green shirt walked away for a while, and a lot of ice fibers fell on his body, and even his eyebrows turned frosty white.

After the spiritual imprint on the soul flame was completed, the ice threads falling on his body evaporated instantly and disappeared.

"It's so...comfortable!"

In the silence, the sword cultivator in green robes let out a sigh of satisfaction. The old man in gray robes and other cultivators were extremely moved when they heard this, and looked at Yu Wenqing with green eyes.

This guy still has two spots, so he must get them!

Yu Wenqing's expression was also very strange, and his eyes wandered on Qingshan Jianxiu and Yin Dong.

It stands to reason that the sword cultivators in green shirts are not even a bit stronger than the soldiers in the military. They can defeat them more than 18 times. However, it is not so difficult for the soldiers to collect soul flames!

How long did it take for Qingshan Sword Cultivator to start collecting spiritual flames?

Could it be that Yin Dong really did something to the soul flame, making it more difficult for the Qing-shirted sword cultivator to collect the soul flame?

As expected, no one who hangs out with Ling Fan is honest and obeys the rules.

Yu Wenqing sighed inwardly and took the blame for Ling Fan, feeling extremely happy.

Today, not only did I get rid of the bad energy I had accumulated for a long time, but I also obtained a detailed information about the Daotian World. Although it was all due to Yin Dong, he still had some merit!

The next step is to consider how to maximize the benefits of the remaining two soul flames.

"Everyone doesn't have to wait here anymore. The soul flame has been confirmed by this sword-crazy brother. He intends to fight for the remaining two of each, so hurry up."

Yu Wenqing smiled

As he said that, he shamelessly called out "Brother Sword Chi", not caring about the eyes of others at all.

Why do you all look at me like this?

He and Yin Dong are both Ling Fan's brothers, so aren't they brothers? There's nothing wrong with him taking Yin Dong as his elder brother!

Thinking that this boy still had two quotas in his hands, Qingshan Jianxiu pinched his nose and recognized this brother, and said with a smile: "Brother Yuwen is right, we should all go, don't waste each other's time here.
Chapter completed!