Xiuxian: I have an equipment bar

"Huh~"

As Shi Peidu exerted his strength.

Zhang Yan saw that the other party actually took out a set of knives from somewhere.

This set of knives was just a show.

Everyone felt a huge pressure.

"This knife..."

"Why does it feel sinister?

It doesn't look like a normal thing!"

The moment they saw the other party's set of knives, many cultivators felt a chill all over their bodies.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Senior Brother Shi would even use this set of magic weapons. The other party is finished!"

When the cultivators in the upper realm saw that Shi Peidu actually took out this set of magic weapons, they all showed excitement on their faces.

"Although this is only a set of third-level magic weapons, this set of magic weapons has reached the top of the third level!"

"It is only one step away from reaching the level of fourth-level magic weapons!"

"The most important thing is that this set of knives is the torture instrument of the Yuhua Dynasty!"

"It is said that it is specially used for castration!"

"Since its birth, I don't know how many people have been castrated. They are covered with bloody and evil spirits, and they are extremely vicious. As long as they are injured by this set of knives, their yang energy will be damaged, and even their offspring will be damaged. Therefore, the name of this set of knives is also called the root-killing knife!"

Someone around Shi Peidu recognized this set of knives and immediately came up to flatter.

Of course, it is called flattery.

In fact, it is mainly to put some pressure on Zhang Yan.

But unfortunately, facing the other party's flattery, Zhang Yan is still indifferent.

The other party's set of knives has a total of thirteen knives, each of which is extremely sharp and carries the power of Yin Sha!

If an ordinary Jindan period encounters this set of knives, it is really a cry to the sky and the earth.

But it happened that the other party met Zhang Yan.

"You have a magic weapon, but I don't?" Seeing the other party showing his magic weapon, Zhang Yan sneered.

He waved his hand.

Then a sword sounded.

Then a fiery red flying sword came out from his sleeve.

"Is this your magic weapon?"

"Hahaha!"

"It's so funny!"

After seeing Zhang Yan's magic weapon, everyone couldn't help but show a trace of mockery.

Which of the magic weapons in the hands of the people present was not an extremely powerful third-level magic weapon?

At least it must be a top-grade magic weapon.

Even a third-level peak magic weapon.

And what about Zhang Yan's magic weapon?

It turned out to be just a third-level middle-grade magic weapon.

This is not to say that the third-level middle-grade magic weapon is not good. In fact, for ordinary Jindan early stage cultivators, the third-level middle-grade magic weapon is already a very good equipment.

But, it is also said here that this is for ordinary cultivators.

Is Zhang Yan an ordinary cultivator?

Obviously not!

He is a cultivator who came from a small world.

And he was also the strongest cultivator among the cultivators who came up to kill.

If only the Jindan stage is counted, even in the entire human race Dao League, he is also the best.

But such a person's magic weapon is just a third-level middle-grade magic weapon.

To be honest.

This is a bit cheap.

"Heh, a mere third-level middle-grade magic weapon, you actually want to deal with me?" Shi Peitu saw Zhang Yan's third-level middle-grade flying sword, and his face showed an angry look.

In his opinion.

Zhang Yan was extremely disrespectful to him.

After all, he was also the tutor of the seventh prince of the Yuhua Dynasty.

His strength was extremely extraordinary.

But the other party only took out a third-level middle-grade flying sword.

This was obviously looking down on him.

Looking down on the seventh prince.

Looking down on the Yuhua Dynasty.

As the saying goes...

The master humiliates the minister and dies!

At this moment, Shi Peidu's face became more and more ugly. He directly mobilized all his magic power. Thirteen knives turned into tens of thousands in the sky, trying to kill Zhang Yan directly.

However, facing the overwhelming knives.

Zhang Yan just sneered.

His own flying sword just spun in the sky.

It's strange.

Those seemingly fierce knife afterimages, when they touched his flying sword, were like tofu and were smashed to pieces.

"Pah pah pah~"

Even.

The flying sword was not satisfied with smashing the afterimages.

It actually flew directly into the vortex of knives, like a bloodthirsty beast, constantly hunting everyone.

"Bang bang bang!"

The collision sounded.

The remains of the knives were stirred out.

They fell to the ground.

At the same time.

Shi Peidu's face suddenly turned pale, and then a mouthful of old blood sprayed on the ground.

"You are too weak." Zhang Yan sneered and looked at Shi Peidu.

"You!"

Shi Peidu wanted to die at this moment.

Not only because of Zhang Yan's insult.

But also because of the opponent's terrifying strength. He only used a third-level middle-grade flying sword!

And he also used a set of third-level peak magic weapons.

But even so, he did not defeat the opponent.

Not to mention defeating the opponent.

He did not even let him use the opponent's true strength.

"You..."

Shi Peidu wanted to say something.

He opened his mouth, but spit out a mouthful of old blood again, and fainted directly.

"Shi Peidu?

Shi Peidu?"

"Why is it that you can't do it now?" Seeing that Shi Peidu had fainted, Zhang Yan sneered, and then looked at the people around him. He said softly: "Since Shi Peidu is no longer able to do it, let's end this matter."

"You..."

Everyone looked at Zhang Yan.

Although the cultivators from the upper realm were somewhat unwilling.

But there was nothing they could do.

After all.

This was the rule they had set.

Since they lost.

Then they could only follow it.

Otherwise, they would really have no face in the sect in the future.

"Okay, since Senior Brother Zhang is so powerful, then we will naturally say goodbye." At this time, a cultivator on the opposite side stood up, took a deep breath, and said politely to Zhang Yan.

After he finished speaking, he called for help.

He lifted Shi Peidu up and prepared to leave.

And at this time, Zhang Yan's flying sword trembled slightly, making a series of light sounds, and then stopped everyone.

A sword.

Stopped hundreds of people.

However.

These hundreds of people faced a sword, but they didn't dare to do anything beyond the limit.

They could only look at Zhang Yan with reluctance: "Brother Zhang, what else do you want to do?"

"Yes, we all admitted defeat, why don't you let us go?" These cultivators from the upper realm saw Zhang Yan actually using a flying sword to stop them all, and immediately asked with dissatisfaction in their hearts.

"First of all, you didn't admit defeat, but you were defeated by me."

"Secondly."

"What did we say at that time?"

Facing these people, Zhang Yan was not afraid at all, and said softly: "You forgot, I will help you recall, we said that if I win, you will give up 20% of the resources in the upper realm. What, you lost, and you still want to deny it?"

"You dare not even deny my debt!" (End of this chapter)