"Bang!"
Han Muye kicked the black-robed cultivator beside him, who was about to attack, and then raised his hand to grab Daoist Dayan's storage bag.
With his divine sense, Han Muye turned to look at Daoist Dayan.
This fellow had really plundered a lot of treasures.
The storage bag with a hundred square meters of space was filled with various spiritual materials and spiritual rocks.
Many of them were already extinct in the cultivation world and were priceless.
What a windfall.
After weighing his storage bag, Han Muye unceremoniously put it away.
In any case, wasn't what Daoist Dayan found his?
Seeing that Han Muye had taken the storage bag, Daoist Dayan's face twitched, and his eyes were filled with pain.
But he did not dare to ask Han Muye for it back.
Turning around, he ran towards the cultivator who had been kicked away by Han Muye and pounced on him.
"Bang!"
Daoist Dayan was sent flying.