Tang Xiaoguo gradually approached the porcelain bottle. The ghosts had already been forced to retreat far away by the Guidan Pill. There was no barrier between her and the porcelain bottle, but she still walked forward slowly without any intention of accelerating. Jin Zhanpeng hung at a subtle distance behind Tang Xiaoguo, without any intention of reaching out to stop people, nor was he going to take the lead in grabbing the porcelain bottle.

Jin Zhanpeng's 100th anniversary was not in vain. He could see at a glance that Tang Xiaoguo was actually seducing him to take action. Although the ghosts have retreated now, it seems that he and Tang Xiaoguo are the only ones in the center of the field. But if they take a little turn, they will understand that those ghosts are afraid of Tang Xiaoguo instead of him. If he came forward rashly, Tang Xiaoguo would definitely have a way to restrain the breath of the pills and trap himself in the surrounding of the ghosts. At that time, the ghosts will not blow up the temple? It is hard to say whether he can live from here, and what else can he rob the porcelain bottle!

Every time Tang Xiaoguo took a step forward, his breathing was a little heavy. Jin Zhanpeng was not fooled, but she was not surprised. The young master was not a fuel-efficient lamp at first sight, so how could he submit so easily? Since Jin Zhanpeng didn't take action, she was the only one who took action herself. The time-efficiency of the elixir was limited. If she couldn't seize the time to grab the porcelain bottle, she wouldn't be able to take out the second Ghost Pill.

He secretly glanced at Jin Zhanpeng, and Tang Xiaoguo threw out a piece of red silk as soon as he pinched the magic trick. After leaving the hand, the red silk slowly rolled towards the porcelain bottle. There is no doubt that this was just a test. It was Jin Zhanpeng's reaction, and it was also the reaction of the Yinling. God knows that the Yinlings can do something earth-shaking to protect the porcelain bottle.

The ghosts showed reluctance in their eyes, but their bodies were caught by the power of the Ghost Pill and remained motionless. Jin Zhanpeng shook his head, and a frisbee flew out in a rotating manner, sweeping the red silk away. The red silk turned in the air, turned around and rolled towards the porcelain bottle. Jin Zhanpeng waved his hand gently, and the frisbee made a strange turn in the air, blocking the red silk again. Tang Xiaoguo's hand technique suddenly changed, and this time the red silk actually took the initiative to face the frisbee. With a few twists, he wrapped the frisbee tightly and pulled it aside.

Taking advantage of the change, Tang Xiaoguo flew forward and made a move to grab the porcelain bottle. Jin Zhanpeng waved his hand, and the spiritual sword came out, with dazzling silver light, piercing Tang Xiaoguo directly in front of him. Tang Xiaoguo was ready, and a light swirl away from the direction of the flying sword. Then he accelerated his speed again and rushed towards the porcelain bottle from another angle.

Jin Zhanpeng was not panicked at all, and the flying sword flashed a few times and blocked Tang Xiaoguo and couldn't make it. His cultivation was far above Tang Xiaoguo. In his opinion, Miss Tang's little thoughts were really a bit clumsy. It was not difficult for him to block Tang Xiaoguo. The only thing he feared was the large group of ghosts watching the fun beside him.

However, the porcelain bottle was close to him, and Jin Zhanpeng's thoughts became lively. He didn't dare to let him watch the Yin Ling and get the porcelain bottle. If he was trapped inside, it would be no joke. However, if he could use Tang Xiaoguo's hand to bring the porcelain bottle over, he would still be quite sure to run away with the porcelain bottle.

If he could grab the porcelain bottle by his own means, of course it would be better than going back to seek help from the head coach. As a person as big as Jin Zhanpeng, he really didn't want to cry to his father for anything, which would have nothing to do with his glorious image. He had no choice but to want the porcelain bottle and had to go to his father, but at this time, Tang Xiaoguo took out the Gui Dan, which increased the risk of Jin Zhanpeng, but also gave him the opportunity to get the porcelain bottle by himself.

The Sect Master Jin was calculating in his heart, but he remained calm on his face. In order not to make Tang Xiaoguo suspicious, he naturally had to act in the whole set.

"Junior Sister Tang, I'm afraid I can't take away what you want with just these tricks!" The master of Jin's true nature plays a thriller who is proud of himself. Of course, he appears vividly.

Tang Xiaoguo was too lazy to pay attention to him and was thinking hard about what good things there were in his bracelet.

There are quite a few things on her, and many of them can be used for fighting, but there is really nothing suitable for snatching things.

"Let's fight first!" Miss Tang actually had no confidence in the fight, she just simply didn't like Jin Zhanpeng's appearance.

A spiritual sword roared towards Jin Zhanpeng, followed by several colorful talismans.

Jin Zhanpeng took out a stick and easily blocked the flying sword, but was a little unprepared for the talisman behind him. He hurriedly took out a shield to protect him. The shield was indeed extraordinary. After a few loud bangs, the talisman was blocked. Jin Zhanpeng was not seriously injured, but was a little dirty.

"Huh? So you can't do it?" Tang Xiaoguo was a little surprised. Could this young master Jin be the silver-like gun tip?

"Try this again!" Miss Tang became addicted to throwing the talisman, and a handful of talismans hugged their heads and faces and smashed them down at Jin Zhanpeng.

Jin Zhanpeng was obviously panicked at this time. In Tang Xiaoguo's opinion, this Senior Brother Jin was used to being pampered and had no combat talent. He could not let go of spells due to the rules. He suddenly couldn't play. His cultivation level was not low, but his ability to adapt to the situation...

If he could cast spells, with Jin Zhanpeng's cultivation level, it would be a shield to resist these second-level talismans. But now he could not release the shield, and he just didn't have a suitable defensive spirit weapon, or if he pretended not to use it, the scene suddenly became awkward.

The Master Jin was in a state of trouble and blocked most of the talismans, but he was inevitably approached by several fish that had escaped the net. A ball of gorgeous fireworks exploded, but Jin Zhanpeng did not suffer much damage, but he couldn't help but stagger, and his spiritual power in his body was uncontrollably stagnant.

Jin Zhanpeng's spiritual power was not smooth, and the spiritual sword that blocked Tang Xiaoguo was dimmed, but he was still trying hard to support it. However, the Frisbee-shaped spiritual weapon he released first was really out of his mind.

Jin Zhanpeng's Frisbee lost control, and Tang Xiaoguo immediately felt that the red silk had been lifted out of force.

"Good opportunity!"

Tang Xiaoguo's eyes lit up. While avoiding the entangled spirit sword, he controlled the red silk to throw away the flying disc, and gently rolled up the half-arm-high porcelain bottle, found a gap and flew back to her.

Tang Xiaoguo smiled and reached out to catch the porcelain bottle. Suddenly, an extremely dangerous feeling passed through her heart!

"I'm fooled!" Tang Xiaoguo's heart was enlightened: "This guy is too sinister!"

The originally dull and dull spirit sword instantly emitted the ultimate light and slashed hard towards her forehead with huge power. After enduring for a long time, the young master finally took out his real skills. This full-strength sword brought his suppressed anger and blocked the entire space in front of Tang Xiaoguo.

Tang Xiaoguo looked at the sword's coming, and she knew that she could not take it down, and there was no way ahead, so retreating was the only choice. However, once she retreated, it was equivalent to handing over the porcelain bottle. Of course, she didn't believe that Jin Zhanpeng really dared to cut this sword, but she wouldn't use her head to bet on Jin Zhanpeng's control. She had already left a way for you behind. What would you like if you didn't return it?

Retreat!

Tang Xiaoguo had to retreat, but the spiritual sword was unreasonable, forcing her to retreat again and again. Tang Xiaoguo was unwilling to accept it, and still tried to control the red silk and followed her with the porcelain bottle, hoping that after the spiritual sword stopped attacking, she still had a chance to get the porcelain bottle, but at this time she saw Jin Zhanpeng passing her with an ugly corner of his mouth.

Jin Zhanpeng reached out to grab the porcelain bottle. Tang Xiaoguo would not be willing to let go, so he tried hard to control the red silk to hide aside. Jin Zhanpeng failed to catch the porcelain bottle, but grabbed a corner of the red silk. His smile remained on his face, and his spiritual power slightly changed, directly erasing the connection between Tang Xiaoguo and Hong silk.

The red silk lost control and was just a red silk. Even if it was a spiritual weapon, it could no longer wrap the porcelain bottle. It could only watch the bottle fall off and fall towards the ground. Jin Zhanpeng was only two steps away from the place where the porcelain bottle fell. He took two steps forward lightly, reached out and grabbed the bottle again.

Tang Xiaoguo had been forced to retreat several feet away by the spirit sword, and was no longer able to stop Jin Zhanpeng, so he had to use his last move with hatred. A golden light suddenly burst out from her body several times that of the previous one, which was the remaining energy of the Ghost Pill that was stimulated by her.

The light flashed and the ghosts hiding aside were screaming in pain. After the screaming, they came to their senses and found that the energy that had always made them feel fear suddenly disappeared. The ghosts were boiling the pot and rushed towards the place where the porcelain bottle was.

The distance water cannot save the near thirst! The location of the porcelain bottle is now carefully designed by Jin Zhanpeng, and it is too late for the ghosts to stop him.

Not only was the Yin Spirit too late, but the other one was too late, that was the third young master Qi who had been playing soy sauce. Qi Mu's cultivation level in Qi Refining Stage was so invisible here that he had never joined the battle, and Jin Zhanpeng didn't care. When Jin Zhanpeng rushed forward, he followed far behind and tried to find an opportunity, but the sudden outbreak of Young Master Jin caught him off guard. Now there is no possibility of trying to stop him anymore.

Qi Mu sighed in his heart. It seemed that he was going to miss the porcelain bottle this time. In the final analysis, it was because he had not had enough cultivation and had successfully penetrated into the enemy, but he still couldn't capture the opportunity in his hands.

Qi Mu watched Jin Zhanpeng's hand get closer and closer to the porcelain bottle, and watched Jin Zhanpeng's eyes squeeze out crow's feet, and watched him suddenly stretch out another hand from the ground...

"What? Where did you get the hand!" Qi Mu was shocked, his eyes wide as big as a copper bell: "How could a hand stretch out from the ground? And... what a familiar hand is this!"

If he remembered correctly, he had held this hand tightly and acted coquettishly a few days ago.

What a cute hand that was!

That was a flawless hand!

But why does this hand appear here?

Time could no longer tolerate him thinking too much, but the hand grabbed the porcelain bottle before Jin Zhanpeng, and then threw the porcelain bottle away without hesitation. The direction he threw out was in front of our third young master Qi.
Chapter completed!