Chapter 415

Song Fei's hand was just stretched out in the air. Suddenly, he stopped and smiled at the old man with a flushed face and a nervous face: "senior, your heart beats so fast."

Old man Han Chan was stunned at first, and then angrily said, "boy, if you don't get trapped soon, I'll eat you raw even if I'm killed by the Peach Blossom Fairy."

"Hahaha." Song Fei looked at the old man's excited expression and laughed, which could make the old man eat flat. He was also very happy. Then he no longer hesitated, and put his right hand on the appearance of old man Han Chan, which was a light blue halo.

Then, Song Fei was intoxicated by a pleasant prompt:

"Ding Dong, found forbidden, convertible points, 1.5 million."

It is worthy of the heaven and earth prohibition that can trap the old man cold silkworm. He can have such high value, which immediately makes Song Fei happy.

"Boy, what are you laughing at?" the old man said angrily again on his nervous face. Then his pupils widened in an instant. He looked at it incredulously, and the light blue halo on his body disappeared without a trace.

Even breaking the ban requires a little nibbling. Old man Han Chan thinks that even if the Peach Blossom Fairy comes, it will take three days and three nights.

This, is this a dream?

Old man Han Chan couldn't help rubbing his eyes. Then he was surprised to find that his hands could move, but he could really move. With the old man's gentle move, his whole body left the original place and could fly wantonly in this empty cave.

"Hoo, Hoo." Song Fei only felt that bursts of broken air sound in his ears were caused by old man Han Chan shuttling around his ears like bullets.

The disappearance of blue light is true, and it is true that the prohibition has been broken. It is true that he has restored his freedom, and it can no longer be true.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Immediately, the old man's body suddenly appeared in front of Song Fei like a ghost, patted Song Fei on the shoulder and said, "boy, I don't ask how you did it. In short, I owe you a favor."

Song Fei shook his head and said with a smile, "elder, do you still count what you just said?"

"Nature counts." the old man laughed happily. It can be seen that he is in a very good mood. "I promise to give you the treasure, and naturally I will give it to you."

"No." Song Fei shook his head, "I mean, is your commitment to guide my wife to practice for a month still counted? Previously you didn't know you could get away, but now you can stand loneliness and teach my wife for a month?"

"It's only one month. I've survived three thousand years. Is I still interested in one month?" the old man laughed. "Moreover, I need three months to adjust my breath and restore my strength to the peak. This is just right for me. Let the little girl stay here at ease."

"Then I'm relieved. Thank you, master." from beginning to end, Song Fei didn't mention the treasure the old man gave him.

"Little boy, you don't have to worry. Since I promised you, I will certainly do it." the old man said in a deep voice, "teach the little girl because she is the descendant of the saint. I have the responsibility to teach her. It's different from saving me."

After that, the old man breathed again, and then a crystal clear silk seemed to spit out from the old man's mouth.

Silk? Is this a treasure? As a silkworm, you can spit as much as you want. Are you going to use this to kill me? Song Fei only felt that he had made a great mistake by not talking about the treasure with him just now.

Song Fei's expression was caught in the eyes of old man Han Chan. He was immediately unhappy and shouted, "boy, what's your expression? Do you despise my silk?"

"No, it's not." Song Fei was duplicity.

"What's the meaning of your bitter face? I tell you, how many people in the world think of my silk. Putting this silk into the cultivation world is a treasure that people can break their heads and compete for. If there is a refiner who can refine it into a magic weapon, it can be comparable to the Taoist weapon, although it is not a Taoist weapon. You despise it and kill me." old man Han Chan angrily said.

At this time, Jun wanshuang came to Song Fei and whispered in Song Fei's ear, "cold silkworm is a strange species in heaven and earth. It is very rare. This kind of creature will covet even immortals. They spit out one silk for a thousand years. Each silk is extremely valuable material and a treasure."

At this time, Song Fei also found the introduction of cold silk from the divine exchange system: the silk spinning once a thousand years of rare species of cold silkworm in heaven and earth, which can weave all kinds of silk products. The points required for exchange: 600000.

This is only raw materials, which has reached 600000 points. Needless to say, Song Fei also knows that this treasure is extremely precious. If it can be refined into silk robes, even if there are no Taoist patterns, I'm afraid it's no less powerful than an ordinary defensive Taoist weapon.

"Hahaha, the elder is joking. The younger generation is too excited about such a good treasure, which leads to some wrong emotions." Song Fei turns his face faster than the book. From the sad face of the next moment, he instantly turns into elation.

"Hum, you know." the old man snorted coldly, "it's none of your business here. You can go."

"OK, I'm leaving." Song Fei respectfully arched his hand and flew to the entrance cave. In addition to the Guanghan palace, all other magic weapons and spirit stones originally scattered all over the place were also taken away by Song Fei.

This time, when the cave came out, the sky and earth were clear. Originally, it flew around, and the terrible ice flowers disappeared.

Song Feifei flew quickly, then went out towards the entrance hole that had come in from the cold spring cave, directly through the special means taught him by Jun wanshuang, and returned to the cold spring cave in the back mountain of heihuojiao.

Just after Song Fei left, in the world where he was just now, there were suddenly eight extremely powerful thoughts.

"What's the matter? I heard the disciples say that the best Taoist weapons were born here."

"I'm also in a hurry. No, there's great power that blocked our spiritual exploration before."

"Several old men, what do you say someone provokes the coercion of our major gangs?"

"Fortunately, several talented disciples are not dead, otherwise I will frighten the interveners. Headmaster Li, someone in your sect is called Li Xiaoyao, which is very treacherous." someone said with an old voice of schadenfreude.

"Not only rebellious, but also dare to say that we are not allowed to fight a young man named Yue Tianyu. We are still a bold man." another person said in an angry voice.

"Hehe, you don't have to take care of the affairs of my Xiaoyao sect." strangely, there is more joy in the old voice representing Xiaoyao sect.

"If you know that there are the best Taoist weapons, you won't let the disciples compete for them. Damn it."

Thoughts are all over the void, communicating freely in the air. Then, a divine thought seemed to catch something, and suddenly said, "did you find that the best Taoist instruments of the palace are still in this world."

The crowd was silent, and then someone said in a surprised voice, "if so!"

"I want the Xiaoyao sect to quit." at this moment, the old voice representing the Xiaoyao sect sounded faintly. With the fall of his voice, an extremely powerful mind disappeared.

"Quit one, OK, save you one more share." someone sneered.

"Roar." just at this time, a huge roar underground interrupted the discussion. A huge cold silkworm virtual shadow suddenly appeared across the whole sky, as if it had built a bridge to the sky.

With the appearance of this huge cold silkworm, the clouds and clouds in the world changed color, and ice flowers floated in the originally empty sky.

"Cold, cold silkworm ancestor, why are you here? Aren't you trapped?" an old voice spoke, even with a trace of fear.

"I see. This is where you're trapped. You're free. No wonder we haven't detected the existence of the best Taoist weapons. It's you who's playing tricks."

The huge ice silkworm virtual shadow turned into an old white old man. A pair of eyes looked coldly at the sky, dragged Guanghan palace with his right hand, and shouted coldly, "roll, or stay forever!"

"Old man Han Chan, dare you deceive me? There is no one at the beginning?" an old man with the same white beard and white hair and a kind face appeared in the void. It was the old man who sent Murong Xue into this world. At the moment, there was a trace of anger on his face facing Han Chan.

Old man Han Chan just glanced at him, then stabbed out his right finger and gently touched old man wushizong. Suddenly, the cold air of heaven and earth gathered and stabbed old man wushizong like a sharp sword.

"Ah!" the old man wushizong screamed, "do you want to fight with me?"

"Hum, I'm not afraid of heavy losses. Come and fight, or you can sacrifice the details of the sect, and I'll turn around and run away." old man Han Chan was very overbearing, and then said to the other old leaders, "get out, or I'll be scared."

Seeing the cold silkworm old man's means, these thoughts shrank back and disappeared without saying a word.

"Hum, it's up to you little fish and shrimps to show off in front of me?" old man Han Chan said coldly, and then the whole person disappeared.

"Elder, what's the matter with you?" Dong * *, Jun wanshuang looked at the old man who had just said half, and asked in a low voice.

Old man Han Chan opened his eyes and said faintly, "nothing. You enter the ice and snow Hall of Guanghan palace to understand the feelings left by the saint. As for the magic and formula of the way of ice, I will help you improve. Within a month, I will help you step into Yuanying. Whether you succeed or not depends on your own talent."

"Thank you, master." Jun wanshuang was overjoyed.

"Swallow this?" just then, the old man handed over a trace of crystal clear liquid with a dull face, and a faint fragrance came from it.

"Is this?" Jun wanshuang's face changed greatly, and a very excited expression appeared on his face.

"Yes, this is a drop of my blood essence. I owe it to the saint. I'll repay it to you." the old man sighed and said.