Seeing that Duan De's arm had been twisted out of shape, Ye Fan couldn't help saying, "Uncle Luo, this Daoist looks rather kindly to me. Surely he wouldn't pass off inferior goods as treasures..."
Luo Yan glanced at Ye Fan and thought, You're still too young, kid. This fellow is practically the founding ancestor of swindlers!
"Daoist Duan, you lack sincerity! You still refuse to hand them over? Looks like I'll have to turn up the pressure!" Luo Yan told Ye Fan and the others, "Strip off all his clothes, his robe, and his shoes first. Those are all good things-extremely rare treasures."
Duan De's face turned the color of pig liver. "Little brother, don't act like such bandits!" he blurted urgently. "I've given you everything I own. How can you strip off my clothes?"
Luo Yan rolled his eyes. "Everything you tossed out is worth less than the shoes on your feet. Do you really take me for a fool?"
Seeing Dragon Horse and Donkey rushing over excitedly with shameless expressions, Duan De panicked. If they stripped him naked and captured everything with a Recording Stone, how could he ever show his face again?
"Wait!" he shouted hastily. "Brothers, don't you just want weapons that suit your hands? I still have a few Divine Weapons tucked away."
As he spoke, Duan De shook out another batch of treasures-sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, every kind imaginable.
Ye Fan was startled. This Daoist looked like righteousness incarnate, yet he was actually a shifty-eyed rat.
Luo Yan glanced over them and said calmly, "Don't stop. Keep stripping him!"
Duan De's expression changed. "What do you mean, little brother? I've already handed over my last treasures. Why won't you let me go?"
But while he spoke, Dragon Horse had already stepped in front