"Huang Man."

The man named Huang Man turned the long sword in his hand, and the mana flow reflected the sword body. His sharp eyes looked past Li San to the Soul Reverend Banner behind him.

Li San touched his cheek, and the pale blood turned into his hand.

This guy is a tough guy.

It's no longer the ruthless charlatans he dealt with, nor the strange people who possess some supernatural powers.

When asked who he resembled when facing this person, Han An's figure flashed in Li San's mind.

You can stop him if you try your best to stop him, but why bother to stop him?

Li San took half a step to get out of the way of Hun Banner's body, not wanting to fight with him.

The man said nothing, walked towards the soul flag and stretched out his hand to hold it.

Tong Kong shrank suddenly, and when he was about to pull out his arm, he saw the flesh and blood on his palm disappearing quickly.

A cold light flashed, and the arm was broken in response, causing the magic power to seal the blood. His face was pale, he couldn't care about anything else, and he left as if running away.

Zhou Qiang opened his mouth wide and said in surprise: "I thought he could take away the treasure."

Li San was also amazed: "He is indeed a powerful person. He is the only one who has saved his life in the past half month."

…

An autumn rain and a cold.

Pedestrians on the street put on extra clothes.

After the initial freshness, no one came to get the soul flag anymore without overestimating their abilities.

Li San also enjoyed his leisure time. Even though rumors were spreading, he turned a deaf ear and stayed on Dahuai Street.

At dusk, figures walking slowly under the setting sun gradually approached.

"Amitabha."

The proclaimed Buddha name made Li San couldn't help but look at the person in front of him.

His face was like a crown jewel, his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were lowered. If it weren't for that shiny bald head, one would have thought he was the son of a noble family.

The monk's hands are clasped together, and the Buddhist beads are wrapped around his left hand.

But what is different from ordinary monks is that the beads look white and gray and are not made of sandalwood.

The monk's robes on his body were all gray, and the gloomy color did not have any solemn appearance.

"The donor is polite and the young monk realizes the Dharma."

Li San performed a nondescript Buddhist ritual. If the monks from Huaifeng Temple saw it, they would probably look at him angrily.

"I wonder what Master is here for?"

Jue Fa did not correct Li San, but nodded slightly: "Amitabha."

"The young monk came to slay the monster, but found that the monster disappeared. He came looking for the breath, only to find that it had been covered by the donor."

Li San pulled the bear skin on his back: "The bear skin was given to me by a black-robed Taoist priest."

"The donor has good luck. He must have met an expert."

"I'm really ashamed. The young monk is not good at studying. The magic he applied to you is only half-assed."

Regardless of how much the monk saw, Li San didn't find it strange at all.

Following Juefa's gaze, Li San found that Juefa was also looking at the black flag.

Li San frowned. No matter who the Taoist Master was, he was always wearing Taoist robes.

The treasure must be in the hands of a Taoist. It would be a bit weird to let a monk take it.

However, Monk Juefa was very kind, so Li San felt that he needed to remind him: "Master, this is the treasure left by the Taoist Priest. It is very fierce."

Juefa walked over slowly, reached out to touch the bones around the soul flag, and shook his head slightly: "The most famous sect for refining the soul flag is the Blood Evil Sect, which requires extracting raw souls and condensing evil energy to fill the original mold."

The dense white bones turned into powder and disappeared with the wind.

"I didn't expect that the young monk would see the magic weapon 'Soul Flag' today."

"Now that I have seen hell, how can I not enter it?" Juefa touched the main pole of the soul flag and immediately grasped it tightly.

…

[Whether to bind the new banner master]

Hatannai Tushan-kun slowly opened his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes seemed to want to break through the darkness in front of him.

After waiting for a long time, someone finally came who could resist the evil spirit leaking out from the magic weapon. He would not be like the previous ones, who were devoured flesh and blood and gave birth to soul just by touching the soul flag.

"Monk?"

Tu Shanjun didn't think so and nodded: "Yes!"

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Chapter completed!