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Mingqueju is the largest guest house in Mingque City. It is run by the "Jiang Merchants" Jianghai Chamber of Commerce, the largest chamber of commerce in Nanjiang Continent and one of the Four Hegemons.
"Damn it, I must kill that stinky handyman, I must kill him. And that stinky girl, I can't let him go either."
In a suite in Fanziju, Changhua, the son of the lord of Changshi City in the Nanli Dynasty, roared angrily.
This person was the young man who wanted to kill Xiaoyu on the martial arts stage that day, and beside him sat Yuan Zheng and another young man.
"I gave you a royal talisman, but you still haven't been able to kill her. Do you know that that talisman cost me nearly 20,000 spirit jade?" Yuan Zheng said with disdain.
"No, I'll get Cai Fan to trick him, but I don't believe he won't die." Chang Hua was a little angry.
"Colored fan? That array master of your Chang family is also singing?"
"Two young masters, if Cai Fan is really sure that he can kill the handyman, why don't we go to Zilu Gambling House and place a few bets? Then let Cai Fan go to the Reward Hall to get the ladder token, which is another hundreds of thousands."
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In the butchery, the fat man put the bone stick in front of him, kowtowed three times to Mr. Tu respectfully, and handed him a bowl of wine.
Mr. Tu picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp: "If you drink this bowl of wine today, you will join my butcher family. There are six senior brothers above you, all of whom are leading troops in the Jiejie Division."
The little fat man nodded.
"It only takes more than three months to pass the trial and enter physical cultivation, which is relatively fast. After joining my butcher sect, I hope your achievements can surpass those of your senior brothers."
"Disciple Qian Huayang will live up to Master's instructions."
"Yes. By the way, this is your Senior Aunt Xia."
Mr. Tu pointed to the handsome fair-skinned young man standing next to him, wearing a white robe with a picture of green pines and a crane, and holding a folding fan.
"Master aunt, please accept..."
"Stop inviting me, you damn fat man." The fat man was about to kowtow in salute, but was interrupted impatiently by her.
This person was the handsome young man who had a close relationship with Elder Man in the previous martial arts showdown. Obviously, this handsome young man is disguised as a man.
"Old man Tu, why haven't you seen your other disciple?"
"Disciple? Oh, you mean immortality? He went to Songque Forest to hunt spiritual beasts. But he is not my disciple."
"Not your disciple? Who did he practice physical training with? I don't even know who else is a physical practitioner in Wuji Realm now? By the way, your six disciples? Is he your disciple and grandson?"
"Of course not. Everyone has their own fate and secrets. I didn't ask any more questions."
…
Xiaopang has officially become a disciple of the Tu family. Today he went out to buy wine for Mr. Tu, and by the way he hooked up with Changsheng and Xiaoyu. Changsheng still simply disguised himself, and put the Mosasaurus sword around his waist into his storage bag.
As the saying goes, the aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley. The famous Bugui Winery is located in the corner of a small alley.
The three of them walked through the main street and turned into a few small alleys while talking and laughing, and finally saw a blue wine flag not far away fluttering in the wind.
The book with flying dragons and phoenixes on the wine flag has the word "No Return", and a faint aroma of mellow wine also hits the nostrils.
The three of them were immersed in the aroma of wine and couldn't extricate themselves, but suddenly found themselves in a plum forest inexplicably.
The mellow wine aroma is no longer replaced by waves of quiet plum fragrance.
The fragrance of plum blossoms hits your nose, and the petals of plum blossoms fall gently in the wind. The eyes are filled with white, pink and yellow plum trees. Chang Sheng was intoxicated, but his soul sent out a warning sign that made him wake up immediately.
Illusion formation?
"It's a formation. Fatty closes his eyes, and Xiaoyu guards the sea of consciousness." Changsheng whispered, and at the same time he drew out the Mosasaurus knife, but he remained motionless.
A phantom formation about a hundred feet square, with the cross formation on the ground clearly visible in front of Chang Sheng's eyes.
He's just a little formation wizard, but he dares to show his eyes in front of me. Chang Sheng was just proud, but suddenly he was stunned. How can it be? Can you actually see the formation with your naked eyes?
Two or three feet directly in front of them, a young man in green clothes who had established a small level of cultivation walked towards them with a smile while waving a folding fan. And Changsheng's body was also attached with a divine consciousness order.
At this time, Changsheng felt a little happy. Although his combat power is not yet at the initial level of foundation building, he can hide the opponent's secrets and reveal them, so he doesn't need to be hurt even if he is caught by surprise.
"Hey! What a pity for this girl. It's such a waste of a little beauty to die like this!" The young man in green came to a few people with a lewd smile on his face.
No, he's not doing it for the bounty.
rub!
A burst of fire instantly rushed to Chang Sheng's head, and the Mosasaurus knife was inserted into the waist of the young man in green without hesitation.
The young man in green looked down in disbelief. He couldn't believe that someone could kill him in his own formation.
At the same time, the young man in green also felt that he was aging rapidly, and then looked at the immortality in despair, and even started to tremble all over.
"Tell me who wants to kill us, and I can give you a good idea."
"You, do you know who I am?" The young man in green said in horror.
"Ya-ya, you're a bastard. Even I, the King of Heaven, will kill you." Changsheng said and twisted the Mosasaurus knife in his hand.
"It's~~~~Chang·hua."
"It's him?"
Chang Sheng remembers Chang Hua as the boy from Nanli Wuyuan who wanted to kill Xiaoyu in the martial arts battle.
"Where is Changhua? Who is he with?"
"Ming, Mingqueju. With Master Yuan."
As soon as the young man in green finished speaking, Chang Sheng pulled out his knife and pulled off the storage bag on his waist. The young man in green has become a mortal, and the phantom formation has naturally disappeared.
Changsheng looked inside his Dantian and shook his head helplessly. After swallowing the true essence of another foundation-building monk, the sea of qi remained unchanged except that the true essence became thicker.
However, the harvest from the storage bag was pretty good. Not to mention more than 20,000 to 30,000 pieces of spiritual jade, there were also several spiritual stones of different sizes and colors, and a yellowed bone slip about one foot long and two inches wide. The content of the bone slips is a collection of formations, and it looks a bit old. It's a little surprise.
"Brother Changsheng, Brother Changsheng." Hearing Xiaoyu's call, Changsheng came back from his thoughts.
"The formation is broken up, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, let's go. We'll be there in just a few steps."
It was the first time for Xiaoyu and Fatty to see the monk who had been cut down into a mortal by Chang Sheng. They were both a little surprised when they looked at the disfigured man in green who was breathing in but not breathing out, and whose face had aged.
In the Bounty Hall, when everyone looked at the name of the Foundation Establishment Xiaocheng monk that suddenly lit up, they all put down what they were doing and waited quietly.
The Lingyu in the peripheral betting market was also flying wildly, rising from more than 5 million to nearly 8 million in the blink of an eye.
"Now someone can finally eliminate the evil for the people."
"Foundation-building success, the robber can't escape this time, right?"
"Haha, we are about to get a hundred thousand spiritual jade."
"You only have 100,000 yuan? I bet 250,000 yuan and get 1.25 million spiritual jade."
When everyone was happily counting how many spiritual jade they could get, the monk's name suddenly turned black and disappeared.
"No? What's going on?"
"The foundation-building little Chengdu is no match for that short-lived bandit?"
"It seems that the short-lived bandit's combat power is at least at the stage of foundation building. This time we really have nothing to do." The mercenaries with Qi refining skills lamented.
