Song Ciwan just raised her hand and flicked her fingers.
With a snap of her fingers, a ray of fire shot out from her fingertips.
It was really just an extremely thin ray of fire, but the speed of this ray of fire seemed to be like the dawn of daylight, a white horse passing by.
With one breath, in an instant, the line of fire snaked through several nodes.
First of all, the smoke emitted by the gourd weapon was passed through by the line of fire. Wherever it passed, there was a chi chi chi sound, and countless tiny ash fell from the smoke that suddenly dispersed.
Afterwards, the line of fire passed through the warrior who was running towards him with a knife. The warrior froze, and his sword shattered. boom! He threw himself forward, fell to the ground, and died.
Then, the line of fire wrapped around the person who released the talisman. At that time, before the person could even release the talisman in his hand, the line of fire penetrated his throat. His head tilted, and the person followed closely. Then he fell to the ground.
Finally, the line of fire returned to the man holding the gourd weapon. After twisting and turning, the line of fire cut through his neck, and the man's head fell to the ground before his body.
Bang bang bang!
But in an instant, all three people who attacked were killed.
It was truly a matter of countless births and deaths with the snap of a finger. All of this was so fast that Xie Yunxiang still had a exclamation in his mouth before he could shout it out. It was so fast that some people who saw this scene in the distance didn't even have time to really blink.
Everything begins and ends.
Song Ciwan flicked his sleeves, and the breeze blew up. Everything on the ground, whether it was broken magic weapons, talismans, or enemy corpses, were all put into the scale of heaven and earth and disappeared in front of people.
A wisp of flames snaked through again, burning away all the remaining breath here.
In just an instant, Song Ciwan floated away with Xie Yunxiang.
The wind control technique sends people away, as if they have been here before, but also as if they have never been before.
In the distance, pairs of eyes looked back, and someone asked in horror: "Where did this master come from, and why is he so scary?"
Some people were afraid: "Sure enough, the wisest way to protect yourself is to not take action randomly. Because you never know who you will offend..."
Some people also sympathized: "Practice is not easy. If you are a master, why are you so ungraceful? Even if you encounter such a cold-blooded person, wouldn't it be better to just give him a small punishment or a big warning? Why do you need to kill him like this?"
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At the top of Qibao Tower, there were people who could see all the chaos happening around them.
Whenever an auction ends, similar robberies and killings always happen everywhere.
The Qibao Tower will ensure that there can be no murder or treasure grabbing in the building, but outside the Qibao Tower, they will have no control over it.
At the same time, someone failed in the robbery and died, and someone succeeded in the robbery and killed someone else.
There are also people who just grab things and leave, and there are more fights happening where people can't see them. No one knows who is dead and who is alive, who has gained something, who has lost something...
Qibao Tower, fifth floor.
Du Xingheng's eyes fell in the direction where Song Ciwan left, staying there for a long time without taking them back.
Not far behind her, someone was sitting cross-legged on a futon. A short table was placed in front of her, with tea smoke curling up on it.
A pair of slender hands brushed through, washing, boiling, and making tea, their movements were light and gentle, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Just looking at these hands, most people would never imagine that the tea maker would be a gray-haired old man.
This is the person he is talking about, with his crane hair and childish face, and his immortal demeanor.
The old man said slowly: "My niece, how does it feel to host an auction? Is it fun?"
Du Xingheng was leaning against the window, raising one hand. There was a miniature red-tasseled gun spinning in the air in her palm. It was dripping, as if there was a faint whistling of the wind.
"It's not fun, but it's also a bit fun!" Du Xingheng turned the gun, his tone was careless, always with a casualness that was completely inconsistent with her evil aura.
"Uncle Jinding, you said that there is news about Penglai. Are you deceiving my master? I see that your Pinglan City is no different. When you pass through Penglai, will you stay here? Why don't I believe it?"
Master Jin Ding sighed and said: "My niece, you should know about the appearance of Beichen Sword Immortal last time, right? He has been chasing the Immortal Mountain of the World, but not long ago, he appeared in Cangling County. How can these two Can there be no connection at all?”
Du Xing glanced sideways, raised his eyebrows and said: "Uncle Master, if it's just so far-fetched, let alone the master, you're just trying to convince your niece, a rough guy like me, hey, I'm afraid I won't even be able to convince you!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand to pick up a cup of tea on the table, drank it all in one gulp and said: "Uncle, if you have good products, you should take them out. Otherwise, there is nothing to do in Cangling County. Instead of killing time here, I Why not go to the Four Demon Passes to play?”
Master Jin Ding shook his head: "Young man... niece, please come here..."
Du Xing leaned forward, and Jin Ding's lips moved slightly, transmitting the sound into the secret.
At this time, Song Ciwan had taken Xie Yunxiang away, ten miles away from Qibao Tower.
After a while, she walked another ten miles, and at this time, Wang Jiangshan was already in front of her eyes.
Song Ciwan's attention was half focused on the scales of heaven and earth.
Encountered a robbery on the road, Song Ciwan killed three people in a row with a snap of his fingers, but gained an unknown amount of energy one after another.
[Death Qi, the death of a cultivator in the early stage of Qi refining, can be sold for two pounds or one tael. 】
[Death Qi, the death of a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi refining, can be sold for three pounds and two taels. 】
[Death Qi, the death of a second-level Xiantian Qi Awakening Realm warrior, can be sold for three pounds or six taels. 】
[Human desire, the hatred, hatred, hatred of the innate second-level warrior in the realm of awakening, can be sold for one catty and nine taels. 】
[Human desire, the hatred, anger, and resentment of those who are cultivating immortals in the middle stage of Qi refining can be sold for two pounds or three liang. 】
[Human desire, the hatred, bitterness, and sorrow of those who are cultivating immortals in the early stage of Qi refining can be sold for one pound or six taels. 】
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Then came a burst of energy from Xie Yunxiang, which came belatedly and had a kind of belated response.
[Human desire, the shock, fear, and joy of those who are cultivating immortals during the transformation stage can be sold for one pound or one tael. 】
Xie Yunxiang's anger finally ran out. Although it could be seen that he was still very excited, it was difficult for his emotional energy to leak out in large quantities.
In addition to gaining a lot of energy, Song Ciwan also gained the bodies of three monks and various belongings they brought with them.
Among them are magical instruments, talismans, seals, yuan beads, yuanshou beads, and various other bits and pieces, so there is no need to describe them all one by one.
In short, this was an unexpected harvest. Song Ciwan kept them all and planned to sell them off together when he went back.
She sent Xie Yunxiang to the foot of Wangjiang Mountain and said goodbye to him.
Xie Yunxiang was grateful and did not dare to delay too much. He hurriedly went to rent the cave and prepared for a breakthrough.
Before parting, Song Ciwan gave him a bottle of three Chiyang Pills to help him achieve a breakthrough.
Xie Yunxiang was moved and said: "Brother Xin is so kind, I dare not or forget it."
Song Ciwan pushed him away and refused to talk nonsense with him.
The two parties quickly said goodbye, and Song Ciwan took a detour home. With a lot of harvest, he also started his own practice.
