"But what to do, I already promised to give it to someone else before you......" Bugui said with a pretended annoyed frown. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who did the girl give it to? I could have paid a higher price, and I don't think anyone else in this border city but me could take the girl out of here. As if affirming his own ability, the painter's tone was no longer impatient.

The old man suddenly fell from the sky, laughed and said, "Little old man doesn't know that there are still people in this border city who dare to steal things from me!" After falling to Bugui's side, as soon as he stretched out his hand, Bugui cooperated and handed over the jade bottle containing the dragon drink liquid to him.

Bu Gui smiled and said to the painter: "Now this bottle of dragon is this senior's!" ”

The painter who was so teased by Bugui finally got angry. The painter laughed angrily, "Good, good, good!" He said three good words in his mouth, and with a wave of his big hand, the person behind him moved.

He put a protective shield on himself, stood on the periphery of the battle circle, and watched the old man fight with those people. After all, the chief of the guard is only a cultivator in the Jindan period, and most of the disciples he trained are in the foundation building period, and there are only a few people in the Jindan period. However, this kind of cultivation only took a few breaths in the hands of the old man, and he was beaten to the ground one by one and lost his ability to fight.

Seeing the old man make a move, feeling the fluctuations of spiritual power in the air, the painter's expression changed suddenly, and he shouted: "It turned out to be you!" "The person who attacked him with his divine sense that day and the old man in front of him are like the same person!

After the old man was fighting, he didn't forget to turn around and tease the painter a few words, "Oh, you're not stupid, you actually recognized me." ”

Thinking of the powerful divine sense he felt that day, the painter felt that he was by no means the opponent of the old man in front of him, and it seemed that if he wanted to get the dragon qi, he had to start from Bugui.

Originally, Bugui and the painter were on the periphery of the battle circle, and although Bugui watched the fight in the field, he had been guarding against the painter's other actions. After all, she herself is a little monk who has just entered the Jindan stage, and the painter is indeed already a great power in the Yuan Infant Stage. If it was a fight, she would have no chance of winning, which was why she was willing to exchange a drop of dragon gulf with the old man.

The painter quietly moved his fingers, and suddenly a sudden change protruded, and the ground under his feet suddenly sank down. Even though Bugui had taken precautions, he was still dragged into the darkness by this sudden pothole.

The old man in the field was not in a hurry when he saw that Bugui had disappeared, but smiled and shouted to the painter: "Oh, thank you brother for helping my little old man with this, originally this girl only promised to give me a drop of dragon smack, but now it seems that this whole bottle of dragon smack is mine!" As he spoke, his subordinates' movements suddenly accelerated, and they no longer fell in love with the battle, and attacked the painter directly.

A master's move is often just a matter of moments. The painter vomited to death because of the old man's words just now, and because he was in a wheelchair all the year round, his body was not as flexible as before. The old man of Qingming slapped him alive and pushed his figure away from the place with the wheelchair dozens of meters away.

The painter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he had used all his strength to take the palm he had just taken, but he was still invincible, which showed the power of the person in front of him! The artist's expression changed a few times, didn't he have to give up when he saw something in his hand? After waiting for hundreds of thousands of years, he missed this time, will he still have his life waiting next time?

No, this time, he has to get the dragon bite!

Sensing the change in the painter's eyes, the old man smiled, like an old naughty boy, and said: "Ah, that little girl originally said that she would leave a few drops of dragon chirp for you, I'll just say it, she is so innocent and kind, look, what did her kind people do to her, tsk......"

The painter listened to the old man's words and was stunned! Bugui wants to keep the dragon for him, and he is now taking revenge? Although he has not yet enjoyed this grace.

The old man saw that the painter was obviously shaken by the meaning of his words, and took advantage of his stunned kung fu, and the second move had already arrived in front of him. The painter wanted to move, but found that his figure had been controlled by the old man at some point, and he couldn't move at all. The painter closed his eyes, concentrated his spiritual power and dantian, and with a bang, a violent blasting sound spread. The huge impact force made the old man have to change the direction of travel and flash to the side.

After the smoke vanished, all that remained of the artist's original location was a pile of flesh and wood chips. It turned out that the painter used a disciple lying next to him to forcibly infuse him with spiritual power, causing him to explode and die. And he, naturally, took advantage of the explosion and slipped away!

On the other side, the chief of the guard and the few remaining people also turned around and quietly slipped away.

The old man didn't care when he noticed their actions, he looked at the disciples lying on the ground whose body temperature had begun to fade, and sighed softly. These people all came out of the border city, but now they are dead here, if their bodies are not buried, I am afraid that once he leaves here, the bodies of these people will be fed to the demon beasts.

Although it was a group of people for no reason, and most of them died at his hands. But the old man has always been used to acting as he pleases, and seeing the corpses of these people lying here at this time, it is rare to have a kind heart and dispose of these corpses.

After disposing of these corpses, the old man walked slowly to the place where he had just disappeared. Looking at the ground that had recovered as before, a sneer appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth, and he muttered, "Interesting!" ”

In the midst of the explosion, the artist took the opportunity to sneak underground and arrived at the place where he was trapped. Few people know that he can actually do the art of retreat. This technique is usually only practiced by a monk with an earth-based spiritual root, but a painter is not an earth-based spiritual root. He himself is a four-spirit root, and the only thing he lacks is the earth-based spirit root.

For this, he has been humiliated by his peers since he was a child. But now it's all gone, after he lost his legs and the woman married someone else!

And he, since he came to the border city, he accidentally got a secret book that can add a spirit root to his body, and through this secret book, he successfully copied an earth spirit root, and then cultivated the earth system exercises.

In fact, when he first obtained the secret book of exercises, he almost thought that the border city was his place of well-being. He came here, away from the original disturbances, and also received an additional gift from the Heavenly Dao, as well as a dragon cry that would appear in hundreds of years, and legs that could be healed. Everything is so perfect!

ps: One more will be sent, and two more will be sent later! Thank you for supporting the little friends step by step, love you, Mo Mo Da~~ (To be continued.) )