Upon hearing this, A Fei and his men couldn't help but tremble. The cost of refining a magic weapon is too high!

Lao Zhang is completely a robbery!

But they took the initiative to send it up and were willing to be robbed by him. As the four sea kings, they are the king among the sea owls, but they are going to be robbed by others. If they are spread, they will be laughed at by others.

"When I was training troops, I liked drinking tea. Give me a set of tea sets."

Lao Zhang smacked his lips. It was too hasty to come to this world of Three Thousand Doors, and he didn't have time to bring a set. He didn't drink tea for many days, and he always felt that something was missing in his mouth.

He thought to himself that it would be great if he could refine space spiritual weapons, it would be convenient no matter where he went.

"Tea set, it's easy to say!"

When A Fei heard this, he relaxed, afraid that Lao Zhang would make another request, so he quickly waved his hand, "I'll send it here soon!"

After saying that, he hurriedly left with Haishi and others. If he was always trying to squeeze him out, he would really lose everything.

Lao Zhang squinted his eyes and smiled. Seeing so many good things, he couldn't help but rub his hands. There was no trace of supreme appearance, he was like a profiteer!

"I made a profit, I made a profit in this order!"

He couldn't help laughing. Refining weapons is not a difficult task. To become spiritual weapons, the most important thing is Su Han's process of injecting ghosts. He looked at a bunch of things and looked through them happily to see if there was anything he liked.

Dongshan Island can be said to be the most secure place in the world of Sanqiandaomen at this moment.

Su Han was immersed in his own world practicing martial arts in the training ground, and everyone else was busy with his own affairs. Even Chu Tian and others dared not run around and healed their wounds with peace of mind.

But at this moment, Rashomon encountered a great enemy!

Boom-

The violent mysterious energy directly exploded the gates of Rashomon, splitting into pieces!

Canjian held the sword in one hand and stepped up, followed by three sword ancestors, who were also astonishing as the momentum.

"I can break Rashomon's defense with one sword!"

Can Jian sneered and looked up, "Hemlock! Haven't you come out to meet your old friend yet!"

A loud roar made the air boil.

The Rasho Sect immediately rushed out, stood in two rows, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, and their faces were full of tension, as if facing a great enemy!

They had already prepared and knew that someone would come to the door. During this period, the world of Sanqian Daomen was not peaceful, and there were disputes and killing everywhere. But they never thought that it would be the head of the Sword Sect and the ancestor.

"Remaining Sword!"

Hemlock dragons and tigers walked out of the hall, with a burly body, like a mountain, staring at the broken sword, full of murderous aura, "What the hell do you want to do!"

He knew that someone would come to cause trouble for Rashomon, but he didn't expect that the remnant sword would come with the three ancestors of the Sword Sect. It seemed that life and death were unpredictable today.

Hemlock had a cold face, with his hands behind his back, and secretly made a gesture. The disciples behind him immediately understood, then retreated quietly, and hurried out from the inner hall.

"What to do? It will naturally kill you."

He laughed, "Chu Feifan has given you a chance to survive, but you don't cherish it. Now, I'll give you a trip so that Chu Feifan won't take action and you will die even worse."

The Canjian was not polite at all. Rashomon's defense was very powerful, but today he came with three living dead ancestors, and hemlock was hard to beat.

Not to mention, this is the person Chu Feifan wants to kill, can he survive?

He looked at the buildings around Rashomon and deliberately sighed: "This Rashomon has been passed down for hundreds of years and can reach the third place. It's really not easy. It's a pity that your ancestor died two years ago, otherwise it would be a little more trouble today."

Canjian sneered, without any slightest taboo: "There will be no Rashomon in the future."

"Hmph, the sword, you are a dog, and you are a sense of superiority?"

The hemlock was full of anger, his face was already ashen, "Do you think the Sword Sect can protect itself? The evil demons are in power. These three thousand sects will only cause disasters and blood flows into a river. Wake up!"

“So what?”

Canjian smiled a little crazy, squinted his eyes, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand, "Everyone is dead, so what? As long as I am still alive, this sword sect will be there. As long as the sword sect is still there, then the world of the three thousand sects will eventually be my world!"

Hemshaw sneered, and suddenly understood Canjian's ambition, and even more disdainful. With a wave of his hand, the strong wind roared: "Then I will kill you first!"

As soon as the words were finished, bursts of air sounded, and the hemlock instantly flew over, with his fists as a door blocking everything, and he raised it hard, causing a storm.

"call out!"

The remnant sword waved the sword and immediately entangled with the hemlock, fighting wildly. The three ancestors of the Sword Sect were even more crazy and rushed directly towards the disciples of the head sect and started a massacre!

"Puff——!"

However, in one encounter, several disciples were dismembered by a sword and blood splattered!

"Damn it!"

Hemlock was furious. How could those disciples resist in front of the ancestor of the Sword Sect?

"Hahaha, you can't stop it, accept your fate!"

The remnant sword held the hemlock and smiled coldly, "Today is the day when the Rashomon dies!"

"I kill you!"

Hemlock furious.

At the same time, when Hei Tu heard the movement at the back of Rashomon, he was about to rush out, but was stopped by a disciple.

"The Master of Black Soil!"

The disciple was pale and panicked, "The master of the sect has an order to ask you to go to Dongshan Island to ask for help immediately. If my Rashomon disaster is destroyed, please ask the leader of Heitu to cultivate Hou Yanyan and regain the majesty of Rashomon in the future!"

This is the original words of hemlock, which made him bring to Black Soil.

Hei Tu's face turned even more ugly when he heard this: "No, I want to save the head!"

"This is the order of the leader. Please ask the head of Heitu quickly. The big ship is ready. The ancestor of the Sword Sect is about to come in!" The disciple's eyebrows were full of anxiety.

Hei Tu trembled all over and had to grit his teeth: "Go!"

The three ancestors of Canjian and Jianshen Sect have all come. Even if he goes, what's the use?

He immediately took his disciples to board the big ship from the secret pier in the back mountain, and hurriedly wanted to escape.

"Where to escape!"

A loud shout followed by a sword light, as if it came from Jiutian, and it was extremely sharp. Before the disciples behind him could react, they were cut in half by the sword energy!

Hei Tu's face changed drastically. When he looked back, he saw that an old ancestor of the Sword Sect was chasing him. He immediately shouted: "Go! Go at full speed!"

The big ship was speeding rapidly, and the ancestor of the Sword Sect came to chase after him, swinging out sword energy one after another. Heizu could only activate the mysterious skill to resist, and was shocked to make a bloody flower burst out in his chest and fainted directly.

The big ship fled quickly, and the ancestor of the Sword Sect could not catch up with him. He had to give up and turned back to Rashomon.

"Master! Master! Save people quickly! Save people quickly!"

The disciples on the ship were all so scared that their faces turned pale and their bodies were trembling. They didn't expect that Rashomon would encounter such a catastrophe.
Chapter completed!