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I saw that the gold class master was plated with a layer of gold all over his body. Take a look, take a look, bite again, oh, it's really gold!

The five or six subordinates behind the head of the Jin squad leader were all frightened, and they all waved their fists and feet, and took out their respective weapons, maces, wielding knives, tiger swords, etc., and made some postures of fighting to the death.

"Quickly turn our class leader back! Or I'll kill you! ”

Feng Qianji was not nervous at all, rubbed his fingers slightly, and said, "Except for the Jin class master, who else in your drama team is talking about the matter?" ”

When his subordinates saw that he was so calm, they didn't seem to pay attention to them at all, and their anger was rising. So the mace struck him on the head; So he slashed at him by the neck with a sword; So, the tiger sword stabbed him in the chest...... Wow, it's all plated with a layer of gold. Immediately afterward, there were a few "bang, bang", and the golden weapon exploded, shattering into gold grains and rolling everywhere.

At this point, the subordinates have seen it clearly, when it comes to fighting and fighting, they still have some chances of winning, but when it comes to spells, their attacks and self-defense spells are not worth Feng Qianji's "alchemy". If they continue to fight, they are afraid that they will become a lifeless body of gold like the gold master. But just gave up, how can their drama team mix in the demon world in the future?

"You...... What do you want! ”

Feng Qianji flew over obliquely with a small look, combining disdain and ferocity, and immediately frightened some of his tall subordinates. They had to change their tone and replied honestly: "Short Jing! Short Zijing speaks of the top matter! ”

Jiu Mingmei heard such a name. He frowned slightly, and suddenly shrugged the tip of his nose, and smelled a very familiar smell. The smell went from far to near, at first it was faint and vague, and then it became much stronger. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from outside the shop, like a big sweep, blowing the already messy shop into chaos.

As soon as the wind stopped, the Jin squad master and his subordinates in front of him disappeared. Take a closer look. Scold. It's all behind others. This "other" is not some fierce and powerful monster, nor is it a tall and mighty man, but a man with a child's body and an old face, and the so-called "dwarf" in the market is also. This glance is over. I really can't tell how old he is.

The dwarf wore a blue-gray robe. The robes are very old. Grinding a little whitish. The edge of the robe below is a natural mop that was long at first and dragged on the ground for many years. Now the years are getting older, and the wear and tear is terrible. The tearing and grinding are several inches shorter, and I can't make a mop anymore.

Look at this old dwarf who is a little delicate and elegant, and a little poor and sour in the elegance, Jiu Mingmei can't help but be happy.

Some of his subordinates made a fuss and realized that they had been rescued, and immediately opened their teeth and claws again: "Short Zijing, these people owe us an appearance fee and don't pay it, and they have turned the gold squad master into gold, you have to get justice for us......" Before they finished speaking, they saw Short Zijing wave his hand and signal them to shut up.

Short Zijing stepped forward slowly, and elegantly bowed to Feng Qianji: "The deputy head of the contemptible Xiaoyang National Opera Troupe, Ren Jing." ”

Feng Qianji also bent down to return the salute.

Short Zijing said politely: "Feng Gongzi, two days ago, you delivered 1,000 magic gold, and now the silver and goods are irrelevant. How could it be that my brother is a greedy man for money, and he had the idea of taking advantage of the fire to rob, and I had already warned him, but he repeatedly refused to listen to it. It is my fault that the exhortation has not been successful. My brother has been turned into gold, and he has been taught a lesson, and I hope that the prince will allow me to restore it. ”

Jiu Mingmei smiled "poof", stepped forward, her nose was sour, and even her eyes moistened: "I haven't seen you for more than four hundred and ninety years, Senior Brother Jingren, it's still as sour as ever." Let people look at the good life...... Pleasant. ”

The dwarf Jing looked at her, and suddenly lowered his head, with a look of shame on his face: "Jingren has been buried in the Fengluan wind and snow, the surging cold wind, the heavy snow, he has already been deeply buried and turned into a ...... Oops! What have you done! ”

He was dragging the text lyrically, but she pinched and squeaked and lifted it above his head.

Jiu Mingmei lifted him up, trembled three times, and weighed it: "Well, I'm lighter, can't I eat enough all these years?" ”

"Eat enough, eat enough, you let me down!"

"You're full of food and you're still thin like this," Jiu Mingmei raised her head and looked at the little person in her hand from head to toe, frowning and saying angrily, "That's because the people in the troupe don't give you a good life?!" ”

Good guy, it's not a fun thing for Mei Shen to be angry, and it's not good to kill people in minutes. Short Zijing couldn't care that he was still hanging in the air, and hurriedly explained seriously: "No, no, no, the brother of the troupe saved my life, and he treated me very well." Don't tear them apart! ”

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Jiu Mingmei shook her head and said, "Don't blame them, who is to blame!" ”

"Blame me! Blame me! Short Zijing retorted loudly, "It's because I miss Fengluan Mountain, it's because I feel guilty about Master and you, I ...... I...... I'm a deserter, and I don't have the shame to meet people as the seventh disciple of the master again! ”

Large tears rolled out of Jingren's old eyes and dripped on the bright dress, blurring a dampness.

In the blizzard disaster in Fengluan Mountain, the whole mountain was destroyed, the master was feathered, the immortals were annihilated, and the mountain goblins died...... Jiu Mingmei once thought that none of the twelve immortal disciples survived, and the same was true of what the master at the bottom of the cliff said. When she saw the living Hai Mingyue in Miyang County, Jiu Mingmei once thought that she had turned into a charming child, but later figured out that the fourth senior sister was not dead at all. Hai Mingyue survived in the past, and Jingren was unharmed in the back, could it be that the master turned confused when he was feathered?

"What are you crying about?" Jiu Mingmei put Jingren down and said angrily, "You are my seventh senior brother, if you are erudite and specialized in the Three Realms, except for Dongjun, who can beat you?" What kind of deserter, in the dictionary of our Fengluan Mountain Twelve Immortals, there is no such word! ”

The seventh senior brother, Jingren, is a well-read scholar. He not only likes to study all kinds of weapons, musical instruments, spells, forbidden spells, poisons, and medical skills in the Three Realms, but also likes to study poetry and songs in the mortal world, as well as various handicraft, farming, and business books. His room was a small experimental base, full of books and objects he had made himself. However, because of the inherently weak physical fitness and physical fitness, when it comes to combat effectiveness, it is much weaker.

"Xiao Jiu, you ...... Do you really blame me for being incompetent? ”

Jiu Mingmei bent down, her phoenix eyes widened, and she looked at him fixedly: "You are alive, better than anything else." ”

"But I ......"

"Senior Brother Jingren, should I think that you deserve to die and die in the mountain? Our people in Fengluan Mountain, when are they pedantic! ”

(To be continued.) )