Feng Jue was secretly happy. If he didn't like it, I would stop giving it away. Anyway, I've had enough pretense.

"Thank you very much."

Lin Yun reached out and took out the Silver Moon Mask and praised: "It's really great, I like it very much."

What kind of trick is this?

He said it was valuable and then took action. He really thought he had no temper!

I can't bear it anymore.

Feng Jue was going crazy in his heart, but he still smiled and said: "It's just a small object. It's fine if junior brother likes it. Senior brother will break the mirror soon, so this thing is of little use to me."

Not big... not big... not big, he glanced at it silently, comforting himself over and over in his heart.

But no matter how small it is, there is only one in the world, and it was made by the Mo family.

Feng Jue left crying in his heart. He would never say that he had a temper again. What a shame, he almost knelt down in front of his junior brother.

"Senior brother actually gave me a sacred weapon!"

Lin Yun rubbed the music mask, his face couldn't hide the joy, but he still couldn't help but couldn't believe it.

Holy weapon!

It was made by the Mo clan, and it was the only one in the world. Even a strike from the king might not be able to shatter the vital points of his heart. It was simply a supreme weapon.

"Xiao Zi, don't speak ill of my senior brother in the future." Lin Yun warned.

"This bad old man must be faking it, I can see through it at a glance." Xiao Zi was extremely sure.

"Pretend? Then the price is too high, isn't it? This is the sacred weapon of the Mo clan, the only one in the world." Lin Yun didn't believe it. This sacred weapon called Silver Moon Mask was too rare, and even he couldn't bear to part with it.

Give it away.

"Hmph, what's so great? It's not rare in this place..." Emperor Tutian, who was rarely confident, muttered in a low voice. The treasures of the Mo clan are still very rare to her.

She even drank wine from the Mo clan back then. In ancient times, the Mo clan was famous.

Purple jade flute, funeral flower sword, silver moon mask.

Lin Yun stared straight at the mask. From now on walking in Kunlun, at least he would have this outfit.

After a long time, he put the mask away.

We still have to consider the matter at hand, Lin Yun thought to himself, I am afraid there will be a lot of trouble in three days.

However, three days were enough for him to digest the martial arts insights of the Road to Heaven, and his cultivation should be promoted to the sixth level of Tianso.

Senior brother cannot embarrass him by giving him such a big gift. It is not Lin Yun's style to hide away when trouble comes.

If you are not worthy of your position, you will be jealous of others.

Then let’s see who dares to be jealous!

Lin Yun's eyes flashed with brilliance and sharpness. This was his style.
Chapter completed!