When he was overjoyed, Pound Dezong wanted to take action. Although there was too much envy and hatred for Mu Hanyan's good luck, he couldn't really let him die here, so he should be charged with murder.

"Huh, what's going on?" At this moment, Mu Hanyan's surprised voice came over.

The golden light dissipated, and Pound Dezong saw the golden cloak on Mu Hanyan again.

It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable, do you want to live? Pound Dezong hugged his head, and his hair was changed from one hand to two. The pain he had suffered on this dark cloud yarn once again appeared before him, so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

The scene that happened close to him made him even more collapsed.

"How could it be so simple? It doesn't make sense." Mu Hanyan was completely confused, and simply went on to fight his hand.

The light of pointing light energies flashed slightly, the cloak disappeared from the body, the next hand art was hit, and the golden light moved again, and the cloak returned to the body.

Mu Hanyan flicked his hands quickly, and the cloak on his body disappeared and disappeared, almost like a trick.

The Pound Zong in front was completely dumbfounded, standing there like a sculpture.

"Impossible, impossible, you can't do it, how can you do something that even the master and the elderly can't do." For a while, Pound Zong pointed to Mu Hanyan, trembling to himself. .

I remember that Master told him before his death that his thirty-six tactics actually evolved from ancient sealing techniques. If the right method is used, it should be possible to completely restrain the tyrannical force in the dark cloud yarn. From then on Can send and receive by heart.

It's a pity that the technique was too profound and mysterious. He could not find the correct sequence of the technique in his entire life, nor could he truly seal the power hidden in the dark cloud yarn, so he had to gamble on his luck every time.

When he first heard these words, Pound Zong still had a faint illusion, thinking that with his talent, one day he could fulfill the last wish that the master failed to fulfill, but over the years, repeated failures finally made him give up. .

It was for this reason that he dared to give the Cang Xuan Yun yarn to Mu Hanyan, but something he never expected happened.

Mu Hanyan hadn't noticed yet, but he had already noticed it. As Mu Hanyan played his hand tricks again and again, a light gold pattern like embroidery also appeared on her placket, and the cloak followed. It disappeared for a while, but never returned to the iron box.

He...he accidentally hit, completely sealed the tyrannical force in the Cang Xuan Yun Sha, completed the last step that Master and his elders did not complete, and turned this Cang Xuan Yun Sha into a genuine one. Artifact!

A real artifact, how can anyone run around carrying a big iron box all day? At this time, when Mu Hanyan's cloak disappeared, the piece of golden silk thread that appeared on the placket was the artifact body of Cang Xuan Yun Sha.

An illusion, it must be an illusion. Pound Dezong stretched out his finger and squeezed it hard. Sure enough, there was no sensation, it was really an illusion.

"Ah...Master, what are you doing?" Just as Pound Zong sighed in secret, Zhao Sining's howling like a pig was heard from around him.

Pound Zong looked at the fingers he pinched on his waist, his face was dusty, not an illusion, everything was real.