Liu Ling's hand was absolutely unambiguous, and he slapped out the strong aura directly with a palm, carrying a violent aura, faintly making a sound of breaking wind in the void, and slapped at Wang Ma. Wang Ma, www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, smiled wryly, this little hairy boy is really a monk, and he doesn't need to think about his strength, he is definitely more than one of the Qi Realm. But Wang Ma still wanted to fight with Liu Ling, and he still had some selfishness in his heart, and he was unwilling to let Liu Ling pass. Liu Ling's palm was not intended to attack, but more of a deterrent. But Wang Ma still wants to fight, doing such a thankless job, then Liu Ling will naturally fulfill him!

Wang Ma shouted, swept towards Liu Ling, and suddenly met Liu Ling's palm with a palm. But the moment they just met, Wang Ma's face changed drastically. He just felt like an egg touching a rock. The moment they collided, Liu Ling's aura flicked suddenly, and Wang Ma felt that he was flying out uncontrollably, and then he only felt a violent vibration in his abdominal cavity, and his whole body was trembling: "I admit defeat! I admit defeat!" But Liu Ling smiled faintly, as if he didn't hear it, and struck another violent blow at Wang Ma who flew out.

"Ahh If it weren't for Liu Ling's grasp of the strength with one palm, otherwise Wang Ma would have to go to the Hades Palace to sign up!" "What did you just say?" Liu Ling smiled lightly. Wang Ma was angry and painful when he covered his stomach, and he was also speechless to Liu Ling, but he didn't dare to retaliate, so he could only sigh that he was going to lie in bed for two or three months.

And all of this is in the eyes of the iron. "Sure enough, it's him!" Tie Han has already dared to be sure, the person with scrap iron teeth is the young man in front of him! Tie Han's eyes showed a killing intention, but looking at this young man's shot just now, he should have hidden strength! It can be said that Liu Ling's strength is definitely not small, even Tie Han is not sure to defeat him, and he still has some jealousy of Liu Ling in his heart. Before finding out Liu Ling's strength, Tie Han would not rashly make a move on Liu Ling. "Young master, do you want to tell the master about this matter, and let the master decide?" a slave on the side bowed his head and asked. Tie Han bowed slightly, and said, "You keep an eye on him, don't let him run away!" "Subordinates understand!"

Seeing that Wang Ma fell to the ground in pain, Liu Ling smiled and said, "Master Jun, I don't know if I have passed?" Wang Ma looked at Liu Ling and became angry, pointed at Liu Ling angrily, and said hesitantly: "You ...... Don't count!" Wang Ma's words were purely angry, but he couldn't get used to Liu Ling's strength. Liu Ling's face turned pale when he heard this, and said: "Since you said it doesn't count, it must be that I haven't defeated you yet, you come and take me two punches again!" When Wang Ma heard this, the whole person was distorted, and when he heard that he was going to fight, Wang Ma instantly softened, and changed his voice repeatedly: "No! No! No! You passed!" Liu Ling bowed slightly, in this world, if you are weak, he will be strong, and only if you are strong, he will be soft.

"Shaoxia, may I ask what is your name? Where do you live? This is the process, and the answer must be complete!" Wang Ma obviously still had the intention to make things difficult, but Liu Ling didn't bother to bother with him, so he said: "My name is Liu Ling! It's just a wanderer in the rivers and lakes, and I don't have a home!" Wang Ma didn't say anything, and helped Liu Ling register and said: "Bring this token tomorrow, and you can participate!" Liu Ling took the token, which was made of wood, and carved some words and some patterns with a seal. Although this wooden token can be imitated, the handwriting and pattern are difficult to imitate. Therefore, there is no one to replace Yuehu Pavilion.

Liu Ling got the token and turned around and left, before participating in the Yuehu Pavilion, Liu Ling also remembered one thing he didn't do, that is, weapons! Going to Zhushan tomorrow, there is no weapon that is worthy of him, but if he just relies on his fists and feet, it is very dangerous. Like the Flying Shadow Wolf last time, its fangs and claws were its weapons, and if Liu Ling had a weapon there and fought again, the result would not be so thrilling. Therefore, a good weapon is also extremely important for the monk.

And weapons are also divided into levels. Among them, the most common is mortal weapons, which are very common, such as the iron sword used by soldiers in the army, which belongs to mortal weapons.

Liu Ling walked into a blacksmith shop, this blacksmith shop is also the only one in Zhushan, and the master in the shop is also extremely prestigious in Zhushan. Seeing Liu Ling enter the shop, the master glanced at Liu Ling, and said in a salty and indifferent manner: "This little friend, come to me to buy weapons, or to forge weapons, or to make iron armor?" Liu Ling glanced at this place and found that they were all very common weapons, so he asked: "Master, do you have any spiritual weapons for sale here?" The old master was taken aback: "Spiritual weapons?

On top of the mortal weapon, it is the spiritual weapon, and the spiritual weapon is not ordinary, whether it is in terms of toughness or power, it is much better than the mortal weapon. Moreover, ordinary people are absolutely not qualified to use it, only some generals can afford to use it. Although there are many spiritual weapons, each of them is very expensive. In the entire Taimo County, there are less than five known spiritual weapons. Liu Ling knew that it was impossible to buy a spiritual weapon from more than a hundred copper coins alone, but he just asked, set a goal for himself, and when he had money, he would buy that weapon.

The old master looked at Liu Ling, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "Xiaoyou's talent is really amazing, and he will definitely achieve a great career in the future!" Liu Ling was slightly surprised, this old master had something to say, and he actually penetrated Liu Ling's strength at a glance, which shows that his strength is definitely not weak. Liu Ling arched his hand and said solemnly: "May I ask who the predecessor is a hermit, how did he choose to live in seclusion here?"

The old master said: "I'm not a famous nobleman, I'm just a mortal, and I'm just old." If you talk about famous nobles, my master is indeed an old minister of the Great Qin Dynasty of the previous dynasty. Liu Ling smiled lightly, he didn't believe that the master was really just a mortal, but the master wanted to hide his strength, and Liu Ling was helpless.

Liu Ling cut into the topic and said, "Master, do you have a spiritual weapon for sale here?" The old master glanced at Liu Ling meaningfully, shook his head and said, "I do have a spiritual weapon here, but ......" "But what?" Liu Ling was too eager to get a spiritual weapon, so he asked decisively.

The old master didn't rush to say, but said, "Xiaoyou, look at your posture, are you participating in the Yuehu Pavilion and going to Zhu Mountain to hunt wild beasts?" Liu Ling nodded without hesitation. The old master pondered for a moment and said, "If you can help me find the Miao Ling Grass, I can sell you my only spirit weapon!"

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