LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
47.LOOTING ELDER JIAN'S TREASURE.
The fear in Elder Jian's eyes grew thicker.
A cunning and cruel young man…
“How terrible...”.
This was how expert Jian Fan let out his last breath.
Tan Wen Hong used himself as bait while handing the final blow to Lei Yuting.
Every step was filled with danger. The slightest mistake, the slightest doubt would mean death.
However when Tan Wen Hong was involved, all they did was as if they were dancing to his rhythm, resulting in the death of elder Jian.
Especially when Tan Wen Hong was blocking Elder Jian from realizing the true danger lurking behind him, Lightning Finger Lei Yuting.
Two Qi Condensation juniors killed a Heaven Profound expert!
If anyone talks about this, no one will believe it.
Plash!
Tan Wen Hong collapsed with his own blood.
Lei Yuting cried out in despair when she saw this.
He thought Tan Wen Hong wanted him to act as bait, but it exceeded his expectations when he took on the most dangerous role for himself.
All kinds of emotions swept through his heart, pain, warmth, and even something that Yang Ming had never managed to stir.
“Tan Wen Hong, forgive me.” Lei Yuting knelt beside him, watching his pale face.
Tan Wen Hong waved, “This is not your fault. When Baby Blood was injured, I also suffered internal injuries.”
He recalled the Blood Baby from Elder Jian's corpse, “This time, it will take more time to heal.”
His injuries were nothing much in comparison to the Blood Infant Wounds, which represented his life.
It only managed to increase the flow of Lei Yuting's tears. He now knew that the demonic creature was not a treasure, but something tied to his life.
Yet even under such dangerous circumstances, he chose to take a life-threatening blow for her.
He started to look at Tan Wen Hong with different eyes, but Tan Wen Hong himself did not care.
Tan Wen Hong pointed at Jian Fan, “Search for him. An elder of the Hell Valley must have precious items on him. ”
“Good.”
Lei Yuting used her extremely dexterous hands to accomplish this task with such skill that Tan Wen Hong could not help but raise an eyebrow,
A truly skilled bandit.
After Jian Fan cleaned up, Lei Yuting returned to Tan Wen Hong.
Throughout his life, this was the first time he had lowered his head in shame of doing something inappropriate for him.
But he did not care about the reason why he was hiding his face.
As he sprinkled the items in front of Tan Wen Hong, he continued to avoid his eyes.
The first and foremost thing that caught his attention was the storage ring and immediately found what he was looking for inside.
A light flashed and two jade slips appeared in his hands, the martial arts of the spiritual rank of the Lei clan, the Lightning Finger, and the martial arts of the Cai clan, the Wind Kick!
He knew nothing about the secrets involving the martial arts of the three clans but did not hesitate to bring them into his own ring.
All that was left were some cultivation methods, martial arts, and spirit stones.
Tan Wen Hong, as the former Demon Emperor, did not care about that and threw the ring at Lei Yuting.
“According to the rules of the bandits, half of it is yours.”
Lei Yuting shook his head, “That old man you killed. They're yours.”
“I don't want it, he doesn't have anything valuable!” Tan Wen Hong smiled and turned his gaze to the bag.
It was only as big as a palm but Tan Wen Hong knew of its outstanding qualities. It was a bag that could store living things.
And what was inside was none other than the Soul-Eating Crow.
Keeping it in his chest, Tan Wen Hong smiled happily.
It holds the greatest interest for him. Who knows, he might even discover the secret of the Purple Lightning Golden Eye.
“Tan Wen Hong, at least take his ring.”
Lei Yuting was shocked by the contents of the ring and still decided to give it to Tan Wen Hong, “I know the Tan clan is rich, and still have a choice to give it to Tan Wen Hong, but there were some spirit rank martial arts and cultivation methods in it whose value was much greater than mere spirit stones.
This will provide great help in restoring your clan. ”
Tan Wen Hong shrugged as he weighed the ring, “The trash things I have in the pile.
There is nothing rare or great about them. If you don't want it, I'll throw it away. ”
He would do just that when Lei Yuting took the ring from his hand, “How could you be such a wasteful person, not even wanting a spirit rank martial art?
How did you become a flight attendant? With the way you act, the Tan clan's money will be wasted.”
Tan Wen Hong smiled as he stuffed Jian Fan's corpse into his ring, “Time to return. The Shrouded Dragon Pavilion had some explanations to do. ”
Lei Yuting nodded and rushed to support him.
Since Tan Wen Hong was too weak, he could only lean on her shoulder, making her cheeks red in the process.
“Wait!”
Tan Wen Hong stopped to look around, “Where is Yang Ming?”
Lei Yuting looked everywhere but there was no sight of Yang Ming.
They forgot about it in the heat of battle.
“Cursed, he escaped.” Lei Yuting gnashed her teeth.
Tan Wen Hong shook his head, “No need to bother with insects.”
But then he recalled his disciple, Zhao Chen, and killing intent flashed in his eyes, “But even insects could cause trouble. Next time I see him, he's dead!”