Jing Xian did not stay in the old couple's house for long, his identity is very sensitive, once it is discovered that they have contact with themselves, I am afraid that their peaceful and happy days will end here, Jing Xian hopes for beauty, envy beauty, and does not want to destroy the beauty of others, so he will щww.. lā

Left ten taels of gold for the old couple, it was not that Jing Xian was stingy, but that they didn't need so many yellow and white things, and it was easy to bring them unwarranted disasters if they had more, and Jing Xian didn't want to do bad things with good intentions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info left with two more high-grade spirit stones under the two of them's beds.

Both of the old men were not monks, and the human body would always absorb some spiritual power to enhance their physique, and the spirit stones would volatilize spiritual power, which could help them prolong their lives, or leave some wealth to their descendants in the future.

Lingfeng City because of the big murder last night, so the city is very noisy, Jing Xian changed out of the tattered night clothes and came out of Liu Changjing's house when he didn't feel it, when he arrived at the streets of the city, he stood with those who should buy vegetables and not buy vegetables, and they should sell vegetables and not sell vegetables before they slowly heard some rumors, basically saying that the bully is dead and should be celebrated, and there are also those who think far and think carefully, and they will say that these four are dead, and I don't know how many will come out in the future......

The other Jing Xian only listened to it as a joke, and he was embarrassed to listen to the things that went to heaven with a sword and a kick, after all, it might take some time for him to see what they said.

It seemed a little difficult to get out of the city today, Jing Xian looked at the layers of city gates, and suddenly felt that he should temporarily avoid the edge. casually found an inn close to the city gate to play the tip, and finally found that he had not relaxed, so he stayed.

The injuries on his body didn't heal so quickly, he also had to pay attention, he wasn't in a hurry if he couldn't leave today, anyway, he was naked, and spending the night outside was nothing. After ordering the wine and food, the little monkey was released, and it jumped around like a joy, and then sat on the table to eat and drink, and from time to time it also screamed "wow", as if it was cheering.

Jing Xian didn't care about it, he sat cross-legged on the bed and vomited. Because this time it hurt his left chest, Jing Xian was also glad that this guy's heart was strangely on the right side, so he didn't let himself be forcibly "killed together" by the smiling tiger's sky-high palm, but now he still feels pain when he takes a deep breath, and it hurts so much that people can cry.

With the existence of the balanced spirit ball, the healing of the injury will become very easy, the balanced spirit ball can not only help him store spiritual power in advance, but also straighten out the meridians for him, so it seems that its existence is harmless, but when injured, it can straighten out the meridians and dredge, it is simply against the sky, and the speed of the injury will be several times faster than ordinary people.

After a night of healing, coupled with the perception of telekinesis, Jing Xian felt that the spiritual aperture showed signs of enlargement, but it was not very obvious, the battle the day before yesterday was not fierce, it could only be said to be tragic, Jing Xian did not have a lack of spiritual power, but was seriously injured by someone, which made the combat effectiveness lacking.

Now that the number of telekinesis is increasing, Jing Xian finds that the normal fusion of telekinesis seems to be extremely difficult, and Jing Xian always spends a long time integrating a wisp of telekinesis into the telekinesis that he was forced to knead together before, so that he only kneaded a wisp of telekinesis in one night.

When he went out to look in the morning, he found that the martial law time in the city had not ended, so Jing Xian had no choice but to go back to the inn again. For three days in a row, Jing Xian stayed in the inn, as long as he gave enough money, someone would send him the money, and he didn't have to worry about anything.

On the fourth day, Jing Xian's injuries have been completely healed, today he is going to go out of the city no matter what, from the ten tasks a month that Long Yan said (killing one person is one task), he still has six tasks not completed, although Jing Xian does not care much about this standard, but subconsciously he does not allow himself to do imperfect, these ten tasks, it is impossible for him not to do them.

Even if you go over the wall, there is no way to get out.

Fortunately, this day of martial law is over, and nothing has been found after a few days of searching, which not only makes people angry, almost everyone thinks that the black sword has already left the city, only Sha Lao has to insist, and now he can't withstand the pressure of everyone, after all, it is not pleasing to go to such a great time to do something that everyone thinks is meaningless.

Jing Xian didn't know what kind of power structure Lingfeng Town was, and he didn't have the heart to care, so he left the city early in the morning, and then went straight to Qingfeng City, the west head attached city, and ten tasks were updated on the mission token again, indicating that in the past few days, ten people have disappeared from this world.

Jing Xian has always picked soft persimmons to pinch, but strictly speaking, they are not soft, because Jing Xian is looking for some gangs of several brothers, and the strength of a single person is naturally not comparable to Jing Xian, but so many people join forces, and it is not troublesome to deal with Jing Xian. But fortunately, Jing Xian enjoys the kind of game that is divided into parts, which will give people a sense of intellectual superiority, and it will also make people mess up.

It's fun to feel crushed before you even face your opponent.

Before noon, there was a young man in the crowd of people pouring into Qingfeng City, who was sitting behind someone's ox cart, talking and laughing loudly with the barley in his mouth. There can always be a lot of words on the boring road, Jing Xian thinks it is the same, what happens between these mortals is very similar to the previous life, calm and serene, if no one bullies men and women.

After Jing Xian entered the city, he was no longer on the ox cart, there was still grass barley in his mouth, he looked at both sides of the street step by step, all kinds of shops, there were many people but it did not seem crowded, the noisy sound, the sound of bargaining made Jing Xian miss it very much, although he had heard it before, but the mood was different after all, and the things he listened to in his ears would naturally not be the same.

"What's the matter, Master, I'm still not happy to fall in love with you, don't you know who Master is?"

Jing Xian frowned, he didn't expect that this bullying of men and women really made him catch up, no matter who the kid was talking about, according to Jing Xian's judgment, he was at most fourteen or fifteen years old, and he came out to harm the girl at such an age, which really made people laugh, Jing Xian was even thinking, can his little brother stand him so tossed?

The crowd was very tight, Jing Xian didn't have to be forced to squeeze in, and if he wanted to squeeze in, he would hear the people around him scolding: "Where are you going to die? Just take a look outside, can you provoke the little son of the Xu family?"

was scolded by others, Jing Xian did not use the monk's ability to bully people above mortals, he just scratched his head and smirked and retreated, looking harmless to humans and animals.

"Can you go, little girl, it's your blessing to see you!" The little boy of the Xu family laughed a few times, and then he didn't know what he did Jing Xian, but he heard the little girl's cry from inside, and then squeezed in a little old man with a gray beard from his side, and then heard a chaotic male voice: "Son, let Huihui go, Huihui is only thirteen years old this year!"

Then there were a few knocks, and it was obvious that it was the sound of kowtowing. Jing Xian's gaze suddenly became gloomy......