This is the only reasonable explanation!

However, it is a bit incredible. As we all know, ordinary Jindan monks know that under normal circumstances, they can only refine one natal magic weapon, and they usually choose flying swords or treasure swords.

Of course, it may also be magic weapons of other shapes, but generally they are treasures used for attack attributes. They are magic weapons of defensive attributes such as shields. Not to mention that there aren't, but it's really... rare.

This guy is so afraid of death.

Qin Yan was a little amused and crying, but it did not mean that the Golden Pill Cultivator in front of him would be easy to deal with. On the contrary, although the treasure with defensive attributes would cause him to lack attack power, the corresponding protection level would be far better than that of cultivators of the same level. It would be more difficult to kill him.

So this is a very headache-inducing opponent.

Unlucky, I thought about defeating each one, why did the first one choose him?

With Qin Yan's conviction, a hint of annoyance flashed across his face.

But now that things have come to this point, depression has no use. Even if you know that the other party is not easy to deal with, you can only bite the bullet and find a way to eliminate it.

Qin Yan complained secretly in his heart, and a trace of haze flashed across the face of the old man named Lei.

Experts can tell if there is any one. Although the two fight only once, the power of the attack just now is like an ordinary foundation-building cultivator?

Is this kid pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? He is actually an old monster at the level of Jindan. He deliberately hides his breath and wants to let himself relax his vigilance?

wrong!

The old man surnamed Lei shook his head. He had already taken action at such a close distance. In this case, the other party could not use the technique of restraining energy, so he was indeed a foundation-building cultivator.

After making this judgment, he breathed a sigh of relief. The other party might be better than an ordinary foundation-building monk, but he absolutely could not compare with himself.

"Damn little guy, I was almost scared by your bluff just now."

Thinking of this, the old man named Lei became more and more angry. When he brushed his sleeves, two black rainbows flew out from his sleeves, and rushed straight to his head.

"The magic weapon is wrong."

Qin Yan shook his head, it was just a spiritual weapon, but he still didn't dare to be careless. He stretched out his hand and slapped his waist. A disk that was neither gold nor wood suddenly appeared in his palm.

Then Qin Yan stretched out his fingers, and the disc turned and suddenly became larger than a meter. At the same time, a whimpering sound came into his ears, and in an instant, a large amount of white air emerged on the surface of the disc.

Soon two black rainbows flying over were enveloped, and the black rainbow's speed suddenly became slower and greatly slowed down.

At the same time, its original shape also came into view. It turned out to be two short spears several feet long. The light shining on the surface was extraordinary. These were actually two top-quality spiritual weapons.

He is worthy of being the ancestor of Jindan. Although he does not have the spare energy to refine the second treasure, the value of the top-grade spiritual weapon is also very valuable. Even the cultivators in the late stage of foundation building will regard it as a treasure.

Of course, Qin Yan is not bad either. The disc-shaped thing he took out was also the best spiritual weapon. After all, he killed so many powerful enemies, and there must be many such precious treasures in the spoils, even the best spiritual weapon has as many as many.

It doesn't need it normally, but it was all sorted out by Qin Yan. Now it is taken out to fight against the enemy, and it immediately shows excellent results.

The surface of this disc is just an auxiliary treasure, which is actually much more precious than ordinary top-quality spiritual weapons. Now the two short spears are wrapped by the white air he emits, and they seem a little unmovable.

The face of the old man surnamed Lei became even more gloomy. Once it might be a coincidence, one after another, but it showed Qin Yan's extraordinary strength.

This little guy is difficult to deal with. He has never met such a difficult foundation-building stage cultivator.

And it is only in the middle stage of foundation building, which is simply incredible!

But it is still too overestimated to compete with yourself.

"Idiot, just because of you, you want to trap my treasure. You really don't know how to live or die. I will let you see the terrible things of the Golden Pill monk now."

The old man named Lei's grim voice came to his ears. Before he finished speaking, his hands were already flying up and down, and several magic tricks were constantly being played.

As he moved, the extremely pure and extremely demonic energy was injected into the treasure in front of him.

Qin Yan was naturally not idle either. He made almost the same move, and then he raised his right hand and slapped the disk ahead as heavy as a mountain, shouting softly: "Qi!"

As he moved, the pure magic power in Qin Yan's dantian purple mansion also surged out. The two began to compete. In this process, there was no sword light and sword shadow, but it was actually extremely dangerous. For example, it was quite similar to the secular martial arts masters competing with internal strength.

To be honest, the battle was so intense that neither of them expected it.

In addition to the accident, the two of them had very different reactions.

The old man named Lei was a little stunned at first, but then laughed with joy: "What a fool. A mere foundation-building cultivator dares to compete with me, the Golden Pill monk. I think you are tired of living."

Qin Yan said nothing, neither panic nor happy at all, but just desperately injected spiritual consciousness and magic power into the treasure in front of him.

After a few breaths of stalemate, an incredible scene happened. Two short spears were wrapped in white mist, and they flew slowly towards Qin Yan bit by bit.

The old man's laughter stopped abruptly, and the expression on his face changed to surprise and surprise. He could hardly believe the scene in front of him. How could it be possible? This competition between magic power and spiritual consciousness, he actually lost to a mere mid-stage immortal cultivator?

"hateful."

He was stunned and seemed a little panicked. Of course, he was more disbelief and dissatisfied, so he started fighting desperately, but unfortunately he was unable to make a comeback.

Soon the two spiritual weapons fell into Qin Yan's hands, and were pasted with a forbidden talisman and put them in the storage bag at his waist.

"puff……"

The old man surnamed Lei spewed out his mouth with blood. Although the two short spears were not his natal treasures, they were still subjected to a certain amount of magical backlash under the influence of their minds. Of course, Qin Yan would not miss such a good opportunity, and he would whisk his sleeves.

A "swoosh" sound of breaking through the air came into my ears, and a blue light flew towards the other party's throat.

Taking advantage of his illness and killing him. The competition just now did not mean that Qin Yan's magic power was better than that of the Jindan stage cultivator. To be honest, it was far better than that of the purity of magic power, but the amount of magic power alone was far less than that.

Therefore, if it delays for a long time, it will be unfavorable for him, and a quick battle and decisive decision may take the lead.

So he took the opportunity to attack.
Chapter completed!