Chapter 4703: Not working

Sect Master Chao and Master Mei were quarreling over there, but Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin frowned and studied the golden hand in the chaotic environment.
"March...This should be March, it looks almost like a golden hairpin..."
Feng Chenglin's gaze aimed at the golden hairpin on one side, his eyes drifting.
"Look at their patterns, they are indeed a series... the same style..."
On the golden hand-shaped hairpin, the same pattern as the golden hairpin is also engraved.
This means that this guy is really March!
After seeing these patterns, Feng Chenglin determined that it was genuine and brought it back to the chaos.
"Three young masters, do you know how to open it?"
"I don't know..." Ling Luoyu replied very simply.
At the beginning, the golden hairpin was also randomly opened in her hands, so she didn't know how to open this thing.
If the temple is there, maybe there is no worries.
But now they both--
A little staring at each other!
"What should I do then?" Feng Chenglin aimed at the phantom: "I see the momentum of the Sect Master, if we don't see March again, Master Mei will be torn apart..."
"You just tore it, you still care about her life and death?" Ling Luoyu looked at San Yue with disapproval, and her eyebrows frowned: "Moreover, even if it is really torn, it might not be Mei. Master suffers too much..."
"how do you know?"
"If the dynasty suzerain is sure to win, when you disappear, you will not hesitate to do it... In the face of a crushing existence, who will have concerns and hesitate?"
Feng Chenglin suddenly said: "You mean... Master Mei looks too weak, but the essence is not weak..."
"Nonsense, otherwise, why should her Jiuhua Taoism be on par with a sect like Chaoshanzong?"
"This woman...just like you, she pretends to be a pig and eat a tiger..."
"You are wrong, I really acted as a pig, but Master Mei deliberately dressed up... On the surface, she is weak and weak, but it is estimated that people in other sects know that when this woman becomes fierce, It's also going to be dead...So, the Sect Master throws a rat-avoidance weapon. He only dared to grind her teeth and fight with her, but he didn't dare to actually use a knife or a gun... a knife?
Ling Luoyu had a loud voice and remembered something.
"Fatty... Do you remember how I opened December that day?"
Feng Chenglin: "..."
Isn't this kind of thing your own business?
How does he know?
"Zheng!"
The soul blade was unsheathed.
"San Shao..." Feng Chenglin hurriedly stopped: "We can't open it, or in a hurry... Open it slowly, there is no need to slash it? Such a baby, if it breaks, it would be a pity ..."
Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "There is a pit in your head. Is there any water in the pit?"
Feng Chenglin: "..."
"I remember that when I was opened in December, my finger was cut and the golden hairpin was stained with blood, so I opened it..."
"Oh, yes, yes, I remember..." Fengcheng Lin suddenly laughed, "You said it earlier, isn't it just a little blood, how can you do it yourself? I'll be fine..."
He rubbed his finger on the soul blade, drew a mouth, and dripped the blood on the golden hand.
One drop, two drops, three drops
But it was known that the blood slid down on the surface of the gold hand Chuan, and a small pile was condensed underneath, and no reaction was seen.
"This...Isn't it..." Sucking his finger, Feng Chenglin felt a little pity for his blood.