"Coupled with this bag of thousand-year-old ice blue mines, I don't have to be grieved and grieved in this shabby county town. ”

Taking out a bulging bag from his arms, Nangong Bin went to check it lightly, and continued to muttered to himself: "As soon as the Lingwu Conference is over in a few days, I will return to my house immediately. ”

With a satisfied smile on his lips, he slowly untied his strap, leaned over his nose and sniffed at the mouth of the bag.

I have to say that the thousand-year-old ice blue mine, which ranked thirty-eighth among the treasures of heaven and earth, just smelling it made him feel refreshed.

But sniffing and sniffing, Nangong Bin's mind floated out of the scene that lingered for a long time.

The pair of eyes, which were like the glaring of the Red Fire Rakshasa Rakshasa had tormented him for two nights.

"What a disappointment!"

The expression that finally eased up a little stinked again, and Nangong Bin re-tied the strap and took the bag back into his arms.

"Hmph, how could I be afraid of that bug?!" sneered rather absurdly, and the invisible combat skills behind him erupted into bursts of spiritual pressure, so that the lights were extinguished, and the whole room suddenly became dark.

No matter in the realm, spiritual martial arts skills, or family background, I don't know how many times stronger than that bed bug, why should I be obsessed with such a small existence?

I am the future head of the Nangong family, and I will stand on the top stage of the spiritual world in the future!

You little bug, you don't even deserve to get my hands dirty!

"Hahahaha-" laughed maniacally a few times as a vent, Nangong Bin's sleeves fell, and the extremely irritable invisible combat skill gradually became a lot more honest, and the doors and windows that shook incessantly also fell silent.

His distorted face returned to its usual blandness, and he strolled over to the table, picking up the torch to light the candle.

But at this moment, a rush of footsteps was rushing towards the door.

The pupil was slightly offset, and the invisible ripples rippled out, and the door slowly opened from the inside out.

As soon as the person who came to the house saw the door open, as if he had touched a life-saving straw, he staggered a few steps and shouted at the top of his voice: "Less, young master, it's not good!!"

"What's the matter, what is the fuss?" Although Nangong Bin's face sank like water, he couldn't help muttering in his heart, he had already ordered his small courtyard not to trespass, and now that this person is so reckless, something very important must have happened.

Hearing Nangong Bin's question, the pale-faced servant gasped for breath three times before he covered his chest and said: "A bold thief broke into the gate, and Steward Yan took his family to stop him, but he subdued him three or two times, and then staggered to death on the ground。。。。。。 Boy, go and take a look!!"

"Steward Yan。。。。。。 You say Yan South Africa?" Nangong Bin's face was even more ugly, this Yan South Africa's cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of Ten Patterns of Spiritual Transformation, what kind of realm did the person who could subdue him in three or two strokes cultivate?

Could it be—

"How old does the man look?" he asked coldly.

"Back to the young master, he is only about fourteen years old, but his ability is not small!" replied the servant.

Balls......

A heavy murderous aura emanated from behind Nangong Bin, only to be so frightened that the servant next to him weakened his feet and sat down on the ground.

"I just said to you, you came, there is really a kind!" Two invisible combat skills soared into the sky, and his face once again showed a hideous color!

The servant who fell to the ground looked at his young master in horror, he never knew that the second young man of Nangong, who had always been gentle and elegant, had such a creepy side!

Unfortunately, before he could react, one of the two combat skills turned into a hammer, and smashed the skull of the servant who had come to ventilate the news, and the red and white burst into pieces.

Then, his body was carried in the air by an unknown force, and he floated towards the courtyard with Nangong Bin.

Stepping on the cobblestone path, Nangong Bin passed through two circular doorways and finally came to the courtyard. During this time, he did not even meet any other household servants or slaves.

With a sinking heart, he walked silently to the doorway of the courtyard, and just took half a step, his front feet hung in the air.

I saw that in the courtyard lined with rockeries, there were more than 30 men dressed as family members, and directly above them, a thin figure was sitting firmly.

And in the hands of this figure, they are leading two men dressed as stewards, and they are all wrapped into zongzi by the turquoise silk thread.

These two stewards, no matter which one they are, all have the strength of the Ten Patterns Spiritual Transformation Great Perfection!

Nangong Bin's eyes were a little surprised, but he didn't expect that after a few days, the unbearable of this bed bug increased again!

Knowing this, he shouldn't have sent all of his subordinates who had cultivated in the Spirit Gathering Period to help his father handle the affairs of the Spirit Martial Conference。。。。。。

As soon as this thought of regret arose, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

What am I thinking?!

No matter how powerful he becomes, bed bugs are bed bugs, with my Nangong Bin's exquisite cultivation, killing him is like picking up something, why do you need others to help?

What a joke!

Thinking of this, Nangong Bin blinked his eyelids slightly, threw the corpse floating behind the doorway to the ground, and took the step that hung in mid-air.

"This little brother, you forcibly broke into my Nangong mansion and injured countless people in my subordinates, should you give me an explanation?"

Hearing Nangong Bin's voice, the figure sitting at the top of the pile slowly turned his head, and his two eyes shining with crimson light stared at his every move.

"Are you Nangong Bin?"

This long-lost red pupil was once again displayed in Nangong Gongzi's sight, and the roots of his teeth couldn't help but make a "gurgling" sound, and he replied faintly: "It's down!"

"Oh, it's you. ”

Laughing coldly, the two stewards who were tied up by Mu Lingsi fell into the crowd like kites with broken strings. "If you want to explain, I'll give you an explanation!"

Before the words fell, the thin figure disappeared into thin air above the crowd.

Nangong Bin's eyes showed a moment of confusion, and then he gathered the two invisible forces behind him and protected his body in it.

But even so, he was still a step slower.

A heart-piercing pain came from the back of the waist to the nerves, and Nangong Gongzi was pushed forward by the force that burst into him by more than a foot distance, and he barely stabilized his legs and feet.

"You have killed so many people, have you ever thought that the way of heaven is unpleasant, and the cycle of retribution is retribution?"

An ethereal voice came into his ears from behind, and when Nangong Bin turned his head to look back, he didn't see anything.

"It's a pity, I can't wait for the moment when the sky is angry and thunder and lightning are punished, tonight, I will show Feihong and come to you to ask for the unjust soul debt of those innocent people who died in your hands!!"

The golden streamer instantly converged into one point, and before Nangong Gongzi turned around, Qianjun's fist power suddenly slammed into his chest!