"Don't worry, if you break something, I'll pay for it!" The young man pinched the beautiful woman's chin with a squint, and gently swayed one hand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Then the concubine is relieved!" the beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief, and her jade hand patted her bulging chest, as if she was a little scared.

However, Zhuang Yichen noticed that her beautiful eyes looked calm, and she had a power that made people's hearts palpitate.

"This woman is not simple!" Zhuang Yichen's mind flashed, and he soon stopped paying attention to this matter.

He didn't expect to buy a rouge gouache and meet this kind of gentleman second ancestor, and it seems that the family is still quite powerful.

However, the other party is just lifting people, which means that he should be born in a bloody land, and he is not from the seven inland countries, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Boss, give me all the best rouge gouache you have here!" Zhuang Yichen said lightly at this time.

The beautiful woman was overjoyed at first, but soon looked at Zhuang Yichen with some suspicion! Most of such young people are new science and technology scholars who have come to the bloody land to train, how can they have so much money.

Several women sneered, and one of them felt very funny and said, "You dirt bun, don't you think that the rouge gouache here is some kind of road goods?" ”

"This son, the rouge gouache in the small shop is expensive!" Although the beautiful woman also suspected that Zhuang Yichen had no money and was just pretending to be big, she still euphemistically expressed her worries.

"Are these enough?" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, and twenty high-grade spirit stones appeared on the counter.

"Top-grade spirit stones!" the beautiful woman exclaimed, thinking in her heart what kind of way this young man came from, and casually sold twenty spirit stones.

"This guy is still a fat sheep!" the eyes of the prince and the scribes around him flashed with different colors.

The high-grade spirit stone, even in the expensive Iron Horse City, is also an extremely hard currency.

"Enough is enough!" the beautiful proprietress quickly took away the high-grade spirit stone, and then instructed the clerk to start packing the best rouge gouache in the store.

As for Zhuang Yichen and this Lian Gongzi, even if they fight dog blood, it has nothing to do with her.

"Miss, please put it away!" The female clerk cleaned up and handed a beautiful box to Jin Kexin.

At this time, her attitude has become very enthusiastic, and it is really quite snobbish.

"Let's go!" Zhuang Yichen took Jin Kexin's little hand, and at this time, the son of that Lian gave the clerk who blocked the door a look, and the latter immediately moved the door willingly.

Zhuang Yichen didn't count any conspiracy and calculations they had, so he pulled Jin Kexin and walked out, without even looking at this person.

"Boy, what a bold man, he actually dares to steal our son's spirit stone!" Before he took a few steps, Zhuang Yichen heard a literary master roaring angrily behind him, and a surging talent swept over.

"It's really a next work!" Zhuang Yichen snorted, and immediately protected Jin Kexin behind him! The Qiuyuan Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he made a great and mysterious move.

"Whoa!" the huge waves that had turned into qi rushed to the face, but under the defense of the great inworkmanship, they collided one after another and disappeared into little streamers.

"How can this guy be so powerful?" At this time, even Gongzi and those literary masters were taken aback, and before they could react, Zhuang Yichen moved.

"Looking for death!" Zhuang Yichen's eyes flashed with a palpitating cold light, and he rushed directly towards Na Lian Gongzi.

"Dare to sneak attack Gongzi, the crime is unforgivable!" Several literary scholars surrounded Zhuang Yichen in a flash.

The writer is writing war poems in a hurry, planning to besiege Zhuang Yichen. However, I didn't expect Zhuang Yichen's figure to suddenly become short, and he wore out like a loach, and those few writers only felt that their eyes flashed, and they were actually empty.

"It's really rampant!" Lian Gongzi also had a strong man at the peak of the literary teacher beside him, and at this time, with an angry face, a black tree root suddenly flew out of him, and in the blink of an eye, countless green branches poured out, flying towards Zhuang Yichen with a fierce momentum.

These vines have black spikes on them, and their dark color is extremely terrifying, and if they are pricked, they will be injected with poison.

Zhuang Yichen sneered, and the Qiu Yuan Sword slashed through the air with an incomparably bright light, faintly carrying the power of illusion.

What the scribe peak powerhouse saw at this time was Zhuang Yichen's majestic body being rolled up by those vines, and countless spikes pierced him at the same time, and he suddenly let out a terrible cry.

He smiled proudly, this treasure was found by him from a swamp in the land of blood, and he was refined by looking for a strong writer.

Although it is only a scholar-level literary treasure, its power is extremely terrifying, and it is impossible to prevent it.

Especially when attacking in groups, it is even more effective, and it is definitely a weapon that integrates offense and defense.

"Master Liu save me!" Just when he was secretly proud, a terrible shout suddenly woke him up. Hesitantly opened his eyes, only to see that Lian Gongzi had been held in his hand like a chicken.

Sen Ran's long sword was across Liang Gongzi's neck, and there were already a few traces of blood. There was a stench in the air, and many people who watched the excitement saw a wet yellow mark on the crotch of Lian Gongzi's pants.

"Let go of Lian Gongzi!" said the Wenshi peak feeling very faceless, and said through gritted teeth.

And the rest of the scholars also looked at it dumbfounded, and they didn't understand why this young man, who seemed to be just a martial artist, was able to catch Lian Gongzi so easily.

As for Jin Kexin, he had already reacted, and he had already arrived behind Zhuang Yichen, and one hand was also on Lian Gongzi's back.

Her brows furrowed with some disgust, and she was smoked by the smell of urine on Lian Gongzi's body.

"Let him go?" Zhuang Yichen sneered and asked rhetorically, "Why?"

"If you don't let go of our son, I dare to swear that you will die ugly!" said the peak powerhouse of the literary master through gritted teeth.

"Could it be that if I let him go, you will act as if nothing happened?" Zhuang Yichen said lightly.

Several writers were speechless, anxious in their hearts, but they didn't know what to do for a while.

"If you let me go, I promise not to trouble you in the future!" Lian Gongzi said with a trembling voice at this time.

He was used to being domineering in this Iron Horse City, how could he have thought that he would meet a stunned young man like Zhuang Yichen.

When the sharp blade of the sword was in his throat at this time, he finally felt the threat of death.

There is only one life, and even if he is stunned, he understands that he can't anger Zhuang Yichen at this time. Otherwise, no matter how big his background is, it will not be of any use.

"Your guarantee is not enough!" Zhuang Yichen said lightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense.