Liu Yunlan’s lips twitched as he coldly looked at Lin Yun. Because of Lin Yun’s mask, he couldn’t recognize this person just from his cultivation. Judging from the sword earlier, this person should be a Saint Lord, and he sounded pretty young. There were many swordsmen like that in the Kunlun Realm, so it wasn’t easy to guess.0

“I don’t care who you are. Hand them over. You’ve also seen that my Heavenly Flame Sect’s Saint Elder is attracting those crimson pythons' attention, which is why you even have the opportunity to make a move.” Liu Yunlan’s eyes began to flash with murderous intent. His blade intent was terrifying and gave a cold intent, and it felt as though the person would completely freeze with a glance at him. Liu Yunlan had the strength to back up his reputation.0

With no change on his face, Lin Yun said, “You’re also smart. First come, first serve doesn’t work in this world. If you speak nicely, I don’t mind sharing them.”1

Liu Yunlan looked at Lin Yun’s sword with a smear of surprise in his eyes, before he said, “Let me see where you get your...0