The spiritual liquid injected by the ghost sparrow this time seems to be similar to Jin Chuangdan.

From time to time, the injuries on his body turned out to be much better, and after letting the falcon go to find Meng Fan, he walked to the side of the ghost eagle, stroked the feathers of the ghost eagle with his hand, and hated the corners of his mouth: "Ghost eagle, you don't have to be too greedy now, when you catch the surname Meng, I will let you eat to your heart's content!"

After finishing speaking, the ghost bird took a deep breath, and his eyes showed a ruthless look again: "Not only will you eat the surname Meng, but even his family in Mengjiazhuang will give you dinner! I will do the two things at the same time, and I will send someone to Mengjiazhuang to kill people tonight!"

After that, the ghost sparrow breathed a little and found that his body was fine, so he climbed onto the ghost eagle, and planned to return to the Black Spirit Group Building, while sending people to Mengjiazhuang to kill people, while waiting for the news that the falcon was looking for Meng Fan.

If Lao Guo or Shangguan Ning had known in advance that the Black Spirit Group would take over the Seventh Spirit Group and had the information of the members of the Seventh Spirit Group, they would not have written the word Meng Jiazhuang on Meng Fan's file if they were killed.

"Whew!"

The ghost eagle let out a low roar, stretched out its huge wings, and shook violently, and its body suddenly jumped into the night sky!

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

But at this moment, a shocking, heart-pounding, and unbelievable scene happened!

A bald monk appeared under the ghost eagle at some point, reached out and grabbed the ghost eagle's claws, and gently dragged it down, the powerful monster eagle had no power to resist, and fell to the ground with a bang, and at the same time fell down with a jaw-dropping ghost finch!

He never dreamed that someone could drag his ghost eagle out of the air and it was effortless!

He was very aware of the strength of his ghost carving, although the ghost carving could not be graded by the realm of a human cultivator, but a cultivator below the earth level was definitely not the opponent of this ghost carving!

Cultivating this ghost eagle cost him endless effort, and it also cost a lot of resources to the black spirit group, it is not an exaggeration to say that this ghost eagle is fed with spiritual liquid, if it takes some time, he is very confident that the ghost eagle will be raised to the combat power of the earth mystery!

The magical and weird spiritual liquid is the key core of the rise of the Black Spirit Group.

"Wooh!"

After the ghost sparrow fell from the air, its body quickly retreated, and at the same time a strange sound came out of its mouth, and the ghost eagle heard the sound, and jumped up from the ground suddenly, the sharp beak of its head stretched out violently, shining a black light, pecking at the bald monk's head!

If nothing else, in a second, the bald monk's head will be opened.

"Smack!"

Who knew that something happened that made the ghost sparrow frightened again, the bald monk didn't look at the ghost carving, raised his hand lightly, as if driving away a fly, and slapped it casually, and the powerful ghost eagle was actually slapped out, and with a bang, it fell to the ground again, shaking the ground slightly.

"Woo!"

With a strange scream, the huge ghost eagle flapped its wings on the ground a few times, but it didn't stand up for a long time.

"Who are you?"

The ghost sparrow panicked, even when he was fighting against Meng Fan, he was not so afraid at this moment!

The bald monk slapped the ghost carving with one palm, which was easily outrageous!

He didn't even see the cultivation of the bald monk!

But it is certain that this bald monk is definitely a figure he can't afford to mess with!

"This fellow Daoist, you can afford to raise such a fun bird, you must be very rich, the poor monk has a few good things here, why don't you take a look? ”

After the bald monk finished speaking, he didn't see how to move, the figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was in front of the ghost sparrow, grabbed his sleeve, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and then beckoned into the distance.

A man in a black robe saw the bald monk waving, carrying a huge package, and hurried over from a distance.

If Meng Fan was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance, this person was the Zimu ** Master who wanted his life all the time!

Running in front of the bald monk, Master Zimu grinned gloatingly, this kind of smile appeared on his face, it was really a little weird, after all, he was also old, and he shouldn't show such a superficial smile.

But he really just laughed like that.

Master Zimu put down the package and opened it, respectfully took out a piece of women's clothing, and held it in front of the ghost sparrow.

When the bald monk saw the dress, he took a deep breath excitedly, and then put his eyes on the ghost sparrow, and said earnestly: "Donor, this dress is the ancient goddess, the neon dress fairy dress worn by Nuwa, has great mana, seeing that you are young, you must already have a favorite woman in your heart, if this fairy dress is given to your female Taoist friend, not only can you have a permanent appearance, but also improve your cultivation, come, we have a fate, how about selling you a million pieces? ”

"What? A million?"

The ghost bird was dumbfounded, although the dress in front of him seemed to be a famous brand, but it definitely couldn't reach a million pieces, and twenty or thirty thousand would be up to the sky!

Isn't this a pit man!

"Yes, a million!" the bald monk nodded solemnly, "This fairy dress is not easy to come by, and the poor monk also waited for a long time to buy it from a little fairy, and the little fairy specially explained that if he didn't sell a million, he would lose money." ”

"Rub!" The ghost sparrow sniffed, wanting to cry without tears, he had been unlucky enough to fight with Meng Fan all night tonight, and he didn't expect to meet a neurotic old monk, which simply made him ...... It's better to live than to die!

And what's going on with that little fairy?

A piece of clothing sold for a million!

If he catches her, she will be tortured!

But afraid of the terrifying combat power of the bald monk, the ghost bird did not dare to show a trace of impatience, glanced at the ghost carving, and now it was still lying on the ground and did not stand up, his heart trembled again, and he said cautiously: "Master, I ...... I just passed by here, I went out for a walk at night, I didn't bring any money, don't you buy it?"

After that, the ghost bird learned from Yuan Qian's appearance, put on a light and breezy posture, and looked at the night sky leisurely, but learned a little bit of Yuan Qian's charm, but the movements were still a little unnatural.

The bald monk pulled the sleeve of the ghost sparrow, his face sank, and he shook his head: "If you don't buy it, you have to take the three palms I hit with all my strength, how about it?"

When Master Zimu heard this, his face showed a gloating smile again.

Seeing it in his eyes, the scalp was numb for a while, he thought for a long time, nodded tearfully, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "I'll buy it!"

He can't buy it, the bald monk slapped the ghost carving with one palm, if he hit it with all his might, let alone three palms, one palm can slap him to the ground!

"Oh, this donor has a really good eye, if you don't bring cash, we can go and kick the love hen, the bald monk happily loosened the sleeve of the ghost sparrow, carefully took the clothes from the hand of the Zimu ** master, gently put it in the hand of the ghost sparrow, and explained, "Don't break it, the little fairy is very time-consuming to buy the goods, and I also waited for a long time to get the goods." ”

"Oooh. The ghost sparrow took the clothes in despair, and asked in a daze, "What is the kicking of the love hen?"

When Zimu ** heard it, he explained very intimately in pure pronunciation: "ATM machine." ”

"Yes, this is also what the little fairy taught me, don't say you don't have a card!" The bald monk said with a solemn face, and then raised his palm, and a terrifying aura emanated from the palm, which scared the ghost finches! Quickly pay attention to the WeChat public account: meinvtao1 (long press for three seconds to copy) to watch online!