With a sweep of his sleeve, a streak of rosy light flashed and shot toward Situ Fang as if seizing her savagely.
Even if it aroused a little suspicion, it did not matter. At a time like this, what mattered was who could move faster.
Lin Xuan's movements were naturally extremely swift. The rosy light rolled out and took the other party's Storage Bag into his hand.
Lin Xuan saw it clearly: not far away, the veins on Tian Xiaojian's forehead gave a fierce twitch, and his expression turned deathly ugly. Though this fellow knew nothing of formations or restrictions, his eye for things was first-rate, and few could compare to him in cleverness and cunning.
He had likewise seen that the few magic artifacts Situ Fang had taken out were anything but ordinary; their value was probably very hard to estimate in Spirit Stones.
He had originally wanted to put them in his own pocket, but who would have thought Lin Xuan would beat him to it?
Taking this loss truly left him feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Yet Lin Xuan's face happened to show an exceedingly hateful smile. "Brother, I know your hands are a little tight, so I'll just take the treasures of these three Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators. As for the collections of the other two great cultivators, I'll leave them to you."
On the surface, these words sounded reasonable in every way, not at all as if he had taken a huge advantage, but rather as if he were considering the other party's interests.
Tian Xiaojian did not know whether to laugh or cry; his face turned almost the color of pig liver. If there had not been so many old monsters watching like tigers eyeing their prey, and if he had complete confidence in facing