Chunxi Street, the most prosperous street in the eastern city of Ningcheng, where there are many mansions scattered and scattered, and the luxury atmosphere is obviously different from the dilapidated in the western city of Naning City.

And one of the huge mansions covering an area of dozens of acres is even more conspicuous.

The vermilion gate is solemn and magnificent, a golden plaque with "Mofu" written on it is hung on it, and on both sides stand four big men in strong suits, these people in strong suits are all holding their heads high, full of spirit, and a well-trained and fierce appearance, which is not to be underestimated.

Mo Mansion, the family power behind the Treasure Pavilion.

At this time, the morning sun is rising, and the gate of Mofu is already crowded with people, and there are endless people coming and going.

In the mansion, the corridor is tortuous, the path is quiet, and a group of maids and servants in uniform run before and after, carrying out the work of taking care of it day after day.

In the back garden, in a quiet attic hall, three people are seated.

The leader was middle-aged, looking to be forty or fifty years old, fat, dressed in a purple and gold printed robe, sitting on a chair with open chest, looking like a small mountain of meat from a distance.

The man who was shaped like a mountain of meat, his face trembled, and he put the white jade tea bowl in his hand on the table on one side, but his face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

This fat middle-aged man is now the helmsman of Mo Mansion, the pavilion master behind the Treasure Pavilion, the largest trading place in Ningcheng, Mo Wanjin.

It is said that this person's cultivation has stayed in the Condensing Sea Realm for many years, and he is only one line away from being able to step into the third step of that cultivation, transform into a spiritual realm, and become a great monk.

Below Mo Wanjin, there were two people sitting, one of them was wearing a black power suit, his face was like a knife, his eyes were slightly closed at this time, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura, which made people dare not underestimate him.

As for the other, it was a thin old man in a green shirt.

If Su Chen was here, he would definitely know this person. The old man surnamed Fang who asked for his spirit in the Treasure Pavilion that day was this person.

"Deacon Fang, what happened when I asked the spirit that day? ”

Mo Wanjin, the first seat, spoke in a deep voice, breaking the dead silence of the hall.

A burst of purple light flickered, and I saw a red jade stone projected from a purple jade ring on Mo Wanjin's finger.

Ask the spirit stone.

At this time, the spirit stone placed in the hall no longer had half of its divinity, and the red runes beside its inner lines had also disappeared.

The entire Soul Stone looked unremarkable and had been completely destroyed.

Looking at the Asking Spirit Stone in front of him, Deacon Fang's heart couldn't help but tighten, and he quickly got up from his seat, bowed to Mo Wanjin, and said cautiously:

"Pavilion Master, the Spirit Stone was damaged by a twelve-year-old boy. ”

"Twelve-year-old boy?" Mo Wanjin's voice was clear, and he couldn't figure out the reason at all, so he said coldly: "Be specific!"

Hearing this, Deacon Fang's heart instantly rose to his throat, and his whole body was in a cold sweat, and he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit.

Because he heard a chill in the tone of the pavilion master.

Maybe others don't know how terrifying the pavilion master in front of him is, but as a deacon who has served in the Treasure Pavilion for many years, he has heard about some things more or less.

In this pavilion master's body like Roshan, there is actually a ruthless and cold murderous intent.

And a deacon like him, who only has the Eight Heavens of Spiritual Guidance, in the eyes of this pavilion master, will not even blink an eyelid if he obliterates him.

Even though he was in a cold sweat, Deacon Fang still suppressed the fear in his heart, and told the scene of the soul questioning that day without leaking.

However, when he heard Deacon Fang talk about the holy scene of the "Nine Pillars Shining in the World", the man in black who had been closing his eyes opened his eyes, and a terrifying aura erupted, causing Deacon Fang to stumble and fall into the hall.

I saw that the man's eyes were hollow, and there seemed to be endless darkness filling them, and the black flowers were scorching, like a black abyss prison.

In an instant, in a flash of light, I saw that in the man's left eye, suddenly there was a black glow, and a black spirit like a ghost crawled out, which was breathtaking.

"Oak Oak!"

After crawling out of the man's eyes, the black ghost creature actually floated in the air, making a piercing sound like metal rubbing.

"Go!"

The man in black snorted softly.

I saw that the ghost thing with the black spirit body turned into a black light in an instant, and suddenly rushed towards Deacon Fang who was lying on the ground.

After a terrible scream, Deacon Fang seemed to suddenly turn into a soulless person with empty eyes.

The ghost creature composed of black spirits actually gnawed at the soul in his sea of consciousness.

Looking at the man in black at this time, he had already closed his eyes.

His brow was furrowed, his expression was hideous, and his head kept shaking, as if he was trying to remember the past.

A surprising scene appeared, and the scene of asking the spirit that day in Deacon Fang's memory magically appeared in the mind of the man in black.

"It's really the Nine Pillars of the World!" the man in black was shocked.

At this time, in the picture in his mind, the young man's body was shining brightly and dazzling. There is an inexplicable charm around the body, which is holy and bright.

The man in black's heart was beating violently, no slower than the crowd who had seen this holy sight that day.

But when the man in black wanted to see the young man's face clearly, a vast holy light burst out from his mind, stinging his soul, and he couldn't see it clearly.

The boy is brilliant, like a god, from the unknown.

Nine grand void words suddenly exploded. Wrap around the boy.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered three feet, and the man in black fell to the ground suddenly.

The image in my mind vanished.

"Second brother!"

Mo Wanjin, who was sitting in the first place, saw this scene, his fat body trembled, and he came to the man in black in one step.

The whole Ningcheng can't be said to be big or small, but life is staged every day.

Su Chen walked on the busy streets, full of worries about his way to make money.

Looking at the five elements and eight works in the flow of people, there are those who do business, those who buy, those who push carts, those who carry burdens, those who lead horses, and those who shout, and then there are bowls and bowls in the teahouse here, "Steamed buns and hot cakes." There are cups in the tavern over there, "please have a drink upstairs", a lively and extraordinary scene.

All living beings have a way to make money.

Su Chen sighed, looking at the lively scene in front of him, he also had a lot of plans in his heart.

Rejuvenation with wonderful hands, curing all diseases, finding a stall, and being a Jianghu Langzhong.

Falling grass is a coward, occupying the mountain is the king, and then robbing a door to suppress the village lady, bah, it is robbing the rich to help themselves.

Or relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, entering and exiting 100,000 mountains, collecting elixirs, and hunting demon beasts, it is also possible.

If it doesn't work, join those family forces, mix up a guarantee, and you can also have income in the account.

If you really can't do it, you can show your peerless spiritual veins and join those transcendent forces, and the cultivation resources will definitely not be a problem.

However, the last one seemed to be the best choice, but it was directly denied by Su Chen.

Joining those transcendent forces, on the surface, seems to be excellent, but at the same time, it will definitely become a thorn in the side of many people, a thorn in the flesh, from time to time by the challenge of not long-sighted, plotted by despicable people, and it is not excluded to be attacked and killed by some old monsters outside, it is terrifying to think about.

It's better to keep a low profile, although the road of the strong is the road of challenges, and you have to go through the test of blood and fire, life and death, but Su Chen feels that it is not the time yet, he is like a small bamboo shoot that has just broken through the soil skin, it is still very tender, it takes time to grow, and it is the most correct choice to get up.

Su Chen vetoed the countless ways to make money that flashed in his mind, whether they were good or bad.

The reason is simple: while those ways out seem to make money, they are not long-term solutions.

The resources required for cultivation in the future are like a bottomless pit, and they must be made of great wealth.

This made Su Chen confused for a while.

Unconsciously, Su Chen had already arrived at the gate of the city.

The city gate was crowded, with many pedestrians coming in and out, and there were also some monks mixed in.

At this time, a group of three people, who looked a little different, passed the inspection of the soldiers at the city gate and came to Ningcheng.

He was the first young man, sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in white, looking very kind, and a long sword behind him, which was extremely extraordinary.

The young man had an easy-going smile on his face, very handsome, and the two attractive sword eyebrows slanted into the forehead of Tiancang, giving people a feeling of sharpness.

On the left hand of the young man is a woman.

The woman is dressed in white yarn, holy as snow, as if she has been transformed by the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains, and she is beyond the world. Its eyes blink, misty, autumn water, there is a crystal luster, the whole eye is like a green lotus bathing in the sun in the morning, not demonic, flawless. Like snow-white yarn, rippling from the breeze, it gives people the feeling of a fairy who is about to ride the wind.

The pedestrians were amazed, and they couldn't help but slow down, with a foolish smile on their faces, as if they were short of words, and only sighed:

"What a beautiful ......"

No one dares to step forward, no one dares to have evil thoughts, women come out of the dust, and they don't eat the fireworks of the world.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang. interrupted everyone's thoughts.

I saw a little fat man on the other side of the young man, smashing a heavy sword to the ground, his eyes widened angrily, his expression was annoyed, and he said fiercely:

"Get out of here, and then look at the dog's eyes that gouged out you. ”

The pedestrian was frightened, suddenly woke up from his fantasy, and saw the ground smashed by the heavy sword, Rao was reluctant to leave, or walked away stupidly, but he turned back three times in one step, and his legs and feet were much more inconvenient.

"Senior brother, don't mess around!" At this time, the young man in charge spoke, his expression was still easy-going, and he didn't see the slightest anger.

Seeing this, the woman in the white gauze didn't seem to care about everyone's eyes, and then, her pink lips raised a smile that was not like ordinary dust, and whispered:

"It's okay, silly brother. ”

This smile is like a warm winter sun, and the snow melts away.

The pedestrian was in a trance again, and couldn't help muttering:

She ...... She actually laughed......"

Hearing the words of the two, the little fat man seemed to be very obedient, glared at the pedestrians around him, and then put the heavy sword back away, and then showed a smile:

"Hee-hee-hee......"

"Let's go, don't make trouble," the young man at the head glanced at the little fat man, shook his head and admonished.

No longer lingering, the three of them set off to leave.