Chapter 405, 406, 407 The Flesh Life is Cut Off!

Chapter 405: Second Blow!

A hundred blade prints out. The surrounding mana is surging violently, one of the most primordial basic forces in this heaven and earth, once sacrificed, it can produce a breath that makes people's hearts palpitate, and the higher the cultivation, the more obvious it is. This time, everyone was shocked. The two hundred magic blades, each two meters long and one meter wide, are not an exaggeration to say that they are giant blades.

Two hundred, the aura of heaven and earth was violently stirred, and it became even more violent, making it impossible for people to absorb it directly.

The onlookers immediately felt the abnormality of the aura within a radius of several kilometers, and immediately retreated as their faces changed greatly. The attacks of quasi-master level monks can easily affect them.

If it really spreads, it can only be my own bad luck.

Many people are not optimistic about Zhang Guodong, he is just a nineteenth-level minor monk, even if he has a lot of money? It is true that the spar can buy a large number of intermediate magic weapons, intermediate elixirs, and other things of this level, but this is already the limit.

Really good stuff. For example, high-grade magic weapons, high-grade elixirs, high-grade rune papers, etc., are not available with crystals.

These things, in the treasure building, are generally displayed as the treasures of the town store. It is used to exchange things for things.

Hundreds of intermediate-level rune papers, the effect of the attack on the quasi-great master and high-level magic weapon was clear at a glance, which made those monks of the thirties and forties deeply shocked, it turned out that the attack of the high-level attack magic weapon was actually so powerful, far beyond their imagination.

For example, hundreds of intermediate magic weapons can't be compared to a high-level magic weapon!

This can be seen from the attack effect of Zhang Guodong's release of hundreds of intermediate rune papers in three times, and this level of concentrated explosion attack cannot hurt a quasi-master level monk at all.

Han Feng understated it, and broke the terrifying attack force, and in front of the high-level defensive magic weapon 'White Emperor Yi', that wave of attacks only caused a little 'ripple'.

"Is that a high-grade material defense magic weapon, it is so strong, the concentrated explosion of dozens of intermediate talismans has not shaken it in the slightest! If I can have that magic weapon robe, what is there to fear under the great master? ”

"If a quasi-great master has a high-level defensive magic weapon, he is basically invincible, even if he faces another quasi-great master, he can retreat with his whole body!"

"Now Wanxian Restaurant is going to be removed. Once this shopkeeper dies, can this restaurant still open? ”

"Why did the five adults of the Textile City let Han Feng, Camel Venerable, and Xuanyin make trouble here, just to give an explanation to the 'Extreme Dao Gate', 'Lei Mansion', and 'Wanyang Sect'?

That's too much fuss!

After the excitement of watching the battle, the monks were a little worried, now that there are three quasi-masters, the Textile City is actually unable to protect the safety of the owner of Wanxian Restaurant, such an important person, he is actually facing death, what if they encounter this kind of thing instead?

Is Southwest Textile City also unsafe?

There is a lot of talk, and the power of rumors is very terrifying. Even in the crowd, those deacons and law enforcement disciples were holding their breath and worried.

On the outermost periphery, Xi Tiehan and Huang Song, two personal disciples, were also there.

At this moment, the eyes of the two were full of incredulity, and then they were deeply worried and puzzled.

"Senior Brother Huang, I broke through to level forty during this time, and you have reached level forty-two, I didn't expect that the shopkeeper of this Wanxian Restaurant could escape a blow under Han Feng with the strength of level nineteen, if it were me, I am afraid that I would be seriously injured!" Xi Tiehan's huge eyes were sharp, and he was surprised to see Zhang Guodong's immortality under Han Feng's blow. Also skeptical. "However, a nineteenth-level monk can actually move so fast?"

Huang Song is the only disciple of one of the five giants of the textile city, 'Lord Chixiao', and he is also the most stable among the ten personal disciples of the five giants.

At this moment, listening to what Senior Brother Xi said, his chest was also like a stormy wave, but then he saw some 'eyebrows'.

"This person also has a physical cultivation and a magic weapon on his body that increases his movement speed, right?" Huang Song thought for a moment and said.

He didn't believe that Zhang Guodong's cultivation was nineteen, and his physical cultivation was actually more than thirty levels (the adventure he got because of the immortal promotion order in three days on the coast of the East China Sea, as mentioned earlier)! Because it's too much of a difference.

It's just that magic weapons that increase movement speed are rare! Because it is not like a flying magic weapon, its main role is to be dexterous and accelerate movement in a short distance, which is very rare.

Even if they are their own disciples, there is not a single one.

It is said that this special magic weapon was more common among the ancient monks. But now there are very few that have been handed down, and the most sad thing is that the process of refining this special magic weapon has also been lost.

"This shopkeeper may have found the ancient ruins, just lucky!" Huang Song said with a slight ease.

Xi Tiehan also nodded, and seemed to confirm the matter.

After all, it was hard to imagine that any monk would deliberately slow down his cultivation speed?

The real situation is that Zhang Guodong cultivates at level 35, but what he cultivates is mana, and usually mana is contained in flesh and blood. However, the level of plant cultivation is only nineteen, with the growth of the demon as the standard, and the life demon power is in the Purple Mansion.

"However, why are the senior brothers, the master and the senior uncle so indulgent these three people. It's just a quasi-master, and if the monks' confidence in my spinning market starts to waver, it won't be a good thing to go on like this! Hmph, if you want to talk about me, please come out of Senior Brother, these three people are just three-jump clowns, otherwise others will think that I only have a quasi-big master in Senior Brother Yu! Xi Tiehan said puzzled.

Xi Tiehan is a battle maniac.

Although Huang Song is a senior brother, once Xi Tiehan fights, it is really difficult to say who will win and who will lose. Even if Ponderosa has a two-level advantage, it won't be too easy to win.

"Uncle Shi does this, naturally they have a reason!" Huang Song said lightly. "No surprise, after this battle, the results will be revealed, whether this Zhang Guodong can enter the eyes of the master and the uncle, it depends on whether he can take these three blows!"

"What, the master and uncle are testing this kid?" Xi Tiehan felt that this was incredible. Even they didn't dare to take the attack of the big master, let alone the nineteenth-level minor monk. Even if there is a special magic weapon that assists in acceleration, it is still no match for it.

But at that moment, just when everyone thought that Zhang Guodong was dead, Zhang Guodong gave everyone a 'surprise' and used the powerful magical powers possessed by the ancient monks!

"This—" Xi Tiehan was dumbfounded.

"Magical powers?!" Like Xi Tiehan and Huang Song hiding in the crowd, there is also a masked woman in purple. Also watching the game. I also looked at the scene in front of me in surprise.

In the sky, the huge magic blade that condensed in an instant surprised everyone.

Now that Zhang Guodong has cast the 'Hundred Blade Seal', he is much more powerful than before.

"Did this shopkeeper hide his strength before? If a level forty monk goes up at this moment and encounters this magic blade supernatural power, he will be injured if he doesn't die! ”

"I didn't expect that!"

Zhang Guodong's hidden true strength surprised many monks.

Of course, the image of the 'nineteenth-level minor friar' that Zhang Guodong worked hard to create collapsed suddenly.

For Zhang Guodong, the key now is not whether he can hide his true strength. It's about how to solve the one-sided battle in front of you and not die!

The quasi-big master is too powerful! It is strong beyond everyone's understanding and speculation of the gap in the level of monks!

counteracted the attack of sixty percent of the strength, and actually broke an intermediate defensive magic weapon on Zhang Guodong's body. It hit Zhang Guodong!

In front of me, the large pit several meters deep was already muddy with blood. It can be seen how powerful the remaining forty percent of the power is.

Zhang Guodong felt that he was unprecedentedly weak, and he was so weak that he wanted to close his eyes immediately.

The passage of blood made him lose a lot of physical strength, if it wasn't for the support of the mana cultivated by the body, ordinary people, even if they were not bombarded into scum, blood loss would destroy this body.

However, he can't close his eyes, otherwise nothing but death awaits him! The death of the flesh can make him completely dead.

This time, Zhang Guodong deeply felt the threat of death.

One of his hole cards, 'Hundred Blade Seal'!

One show is shocked!

"Magical powers?!"

The appearance of the Hundred Blade Seal made Yu Lei's faces change greatly. It was shocking.

The fluctuating aura of that mana made them tremble from the bottom of their hearts. The closer you get to the cultivation of the great master, the stronger this feeling becomes.

"Impossible, how could he be powerful? The power of supernatural powers appeared in a small monk?! Han Feng said in a gaffe.

The same is true for the Camel Venerable and Xuanyin.

But then, greed shot into the eyes of several people. Very eager, greedy.

If they can obtain a new supernatural power, their strength will inevitably increase a lot after they become big masters in the future.

The battle of the great master, the most powerful and mysterious, is the supernatural power!

And with the sword qi, sword qi and other qi that he wields at will, it is just a basic means of attack. It can pose a great threat to monks below the Great Master.

But if you use this basic attack against a monk at the level of a great master, it won't be of much effect.

At the level of the great master, the life demon power in the body is transforming into mana, once all the transformations are completed and the Great Perfection is completed, then it is time to break through the hundred levels!

It is recorded that if you break through the 100th level, the life of the monk will be greatly extended, and you will soar to another advanced dimension.

Ascension is the ultimate goal in the hearts of all monks!

Han Feng's second blow is still eighty percent of the power!

Dealing with Zhang Guodong, he thought that this power had made him blush. However, he still misestimated Zhang Guodong's strength.

The 'Hundred Blade Seal' came out. The power of supernatural powers, the first to show its power!

The eighty percent of the attack power of the high-grade magic weapon collided with the two hundred magic blades.

Everyone held their breath and watched nervously at the final collision.

"Poof—"

The picture that shocked and predicted Zhang Guodong's miserable fate did not appear.

"Impossible?!" Han Feng had a cruel smile on his face, and even tensed his spirit, ready to get Zhang Guodong's storage bag at any time, maybe there was a jade talisman of this 'supernatural power' in it. But then, his face stiffened.

The attack of the Akatsuki Hook crushed most of the magic blades at once, but it began to collapse in the next moment.

The power actually began to strife and dissipated!

It's all a ripple effect caused by that supernatural power!

This Yu Lei, Camel Venerable, and Xuanyin were also incredible, and they began to think.

That magic spell actually caused the attack of the high-level magic weapon Akatsuki Hook to collapse from the inside?!

Indeed, a monk who has reached the realm of a quasi-great master, every time he attacks, he already brings a trace of mana. But now it seems that this mana seems to have no power to resist in the face of the supernatural power.

It makes them heavy.

What if you meet a big master? Even if it's a big master who has just been promoted?!

In this way, it is ten quasi-great masters, and under the hands of fifty-level great masters, there is not much chance of winning!

Before the power of the Red Moon Hook reached Zhang Guodong's body, it had already collapsed.

Zhang Guodong was also stunned.

Didn't expect it to happen?

"Haha, poof-" Zhang Guodong laughed maniacally, but then a few mouthfuls of blood spurted out.

"The second blow, that's it?"

There's a mess down there, it's incredible, isn't it?

Chapter 406: The Third Strike of Ten Percent Strength!

Quiet!

Whether it is the sky or the ground, the momentary scene is a little weird, and the needle can be heard clearly when it lands, and the silence is depressing.

"This was so unexpected!"

That's what every monk thinks.

No way!

Originally, the power of the first blow was already ridiculously strong, and if he changed to a nineteenth-level monk, he would definitely die. But Zhang Guodong's movement speed and alertness greatly stimulated everyone's nerves.

Is this an ability that a Rank 19 Minor Friar can have?

Naturally, after the shock, in everyone's hearts, Zhang Guodong is no longer a little monk. Rather, it is a monk who is equal to them, and who can threaten their lives just as much.

In addition, Zhang Guodong is the owner of Wanxian Restaurant, and they have put away their contempt for Zhang Guodong and Wanxian Restaurant.

A monk of the same level with a huge amount of wealth, that is definitely a feared existence.

More than 30 intermediate talismans were released at will, and more than 20 monks were seriously injured and their cultivation plummeted. Now that it has attracted the appearance of four quasi-master monks, and has also made a 'three-strike covenant', Zhang Guodong has been in the limelight too much!

**, too awesome, too rich!

Such a person, if you offend him, maybe you don't need him to make a move, and you can hire someone else to kill you with a little hedron!

Therefore, this kind of person must not be easily offended!

"Han Feng, your second blow missed, and the little monk is not dead yet!" At this time, the camel Venerable reminded in a gloomy manner. Is that a word worth pondering, is it sarcasm? Instigate? Humiliate? Watching a good show?

There is already a 'three-strike covenant', which makes Han Feng's face blue and dare not say much, otherwise his identity will fall sharply. This was meant to be a bit of a bully for the little friars.

But now that you Han Feng didn't kill a minor monk with two blows? Do you want to let the second quasi-master come out?

Is this blaming and disdain?

If you really let Venerable Camel or Xuanyin make a move, they are really not easy to make a move. It's a shame!

Yu Lei, the chief deacon, glared at Venerable Hump with dissatisfaction, and said coldly: "Don't forget the 'Three Strikes Covenant'!" ”

This 'three-strike covenant' was tacitly acquiesced by the five adults, and it has a deep meaning. But you can't kill a low-level monk with three blows, and if you do it again, maybe the five adults will personally wipe you out, no matter whether you are a quasi-master or not, and what forces are behind it!

Han Feng's faces changed again, and they also felt that things were in danger of getting out of control.

Han Feng took a deep breath.

Looking at the ground, Zhang Guodong, who was about to fall, was awe-inspiring with murderous intent, making the monks several miles away feel cold.

"Boy, you're going to die this time!"

"Haha, you're going to die?" Zhang Guodong perked up when he heard this, and laughed.

The unsteady pace makes people worry that Zhang Guodong can be blown down by the wind at any time, and then he will not be able to get up again.

In the crowd, someone suddenly opened a gambling plate, betting that Zhang Guodong could survive, one to fifty, and to die, it was ten to one. Such a big gambling board made the monks below excited.

"This Zhang Dongjia is dead, it is impossible for Lord Han to underestimate the enemy again!"

"Come and buy it, bet on Lord Han to bombard Zhang Guodong into slag, flesh and blood flying, ten to one, Zhang Guodong escaped this catastrophe, but in the end he died within a moment, five to one, Zhang Guodong escaped this catastrophe, survived, one to fifty, the opportunity should not be missed!" Someone called to take the opportunity to shout.

At a second glance, there were several groups of people. Among them is Lei Hui himself, but he doesn't need to shout, his subordinates have already done it for him.

There are still a few groups of people, but they are the treasure buildings and casinos of the textile market, as well as some scattered gambling plates. Then there are the disciples of Wanyang Sect and Jidao Sect who are opening a gambling plate.

But this thing has to have strength to afford it.

Lei Hui and other celebrities were at that station, on the platform, basically they would not lose or give money, and all interested people took out the spar and pressed it.

"I'll buy a hundred, Lord Han wins!"

"I'm three hundred, Lord Han wins!"

"I-"

——

"Young Master Lei, there are already 220,000 lower grade spars to buy Lord Han!" A servant, with joy, came to report the matter to Lei Hui.

Each market has different criteria for everyone to choose.

If you choose the wrong one, you lose.

Lei Hui looked at Zhang Guodong with a strong hatred. But when he heard that there were so many spar bets, buying Han Fengsheng made him smile with satisfaction.

Basically, the bookmakers are all winners.

"I'll buy 10,000 spars, Lord Han wins!" A large number of buyers have joined in.

"Take as many as you want, go ahead!" Lei Hui waved his hand and smiled even more hideously.

Zhang Guodong, you made me lose the spar and lose face. This time, I'm going to get it back with interest! See how you die?! Hum!

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"I'll buy 10,000 spars, and bet that Zhang Dongjia will survive!" At this time, a slightly immature voice with anger smashed down on the gambling plate on Lei Hui's side.

"Yo, it's the second shopkeeper of Wanxian Restaurant!" Someone quipped.

"Ten thousand spars?!"

Xiaohu pushed through the crowd and followed Wei Yan.

Walking to the gambling board, Xiaohu looked at Lei Hui's servant with a provocative face and said, "I bet 10,000, do you dare to take it?" If you lose, you'll have to pay 500,000 spars! ”

"Wow!"

"This Wanxian Restaurant is probably crazy, and it actually smashed 10,000 spars to buy their Dongjiasheng?"

"It's understandable, Zhang Guodong is gone, and this Wanxian Restaurant naturally can't be opened——"

"It's just 500,000 spars, tsk, why don't I buy some more Zhang Dongjiasheng?"

"Mortal situation, there are too many spars and there is no use?" Some people disdainfully said.

This remark dispelled the thoughts of most people, and it was better to bet on Han Feng to win, and the chances of winning were better.

The servant didn't dare to take it randomly, 10,000 spars, if it was really a loss, he would have to pay 500,000 spars, Lei Hui himself couldn't afford to lose, unless Lord Lei Tai took it.

500,000 low-grade spars, that is, 5,000 medium-grade spars, 50 high-grade spars! It's an astronomical treasure!

"Hey, do business, naturally come and don't refuse, take it!" Lei Hui separated the crowd, walked over, and took it. In his opinion, if you make Zhang Guodong's money, you can't make it in vain.

Wei Yan hesitated, and also took out most of his spars and bought Zhang Guodongsheng.

"I also buy 400 spars, bet on Zhang Dongjia's victory!"

With the evidence, Xiaohu and Wei Yan quickly walked out of the crowd.

"Xiaohu, where did you get so many spars? What about thirty thousand? Wei Yan finally seized the opportunity and asked Xiaohu in a low voice. She thought that Xiaohu had stolen the owner's spare.

"Sister Yanzi, don't ask, let's look at the owner, if the owner has a chance, we will all have to disperse-" Xiaohu talked about it left and right, pulling Wei Yan towards the crowd.

"Hey—" Wei Yan looked sad, sighed, and followed Xiaohu into the crowd.

Speaking of which, Zhang Guodong is very good to them. It's not like an ordinary shopkeeper, who will exploit miscellaneous disciples. It's only been a few months, and she has been rewarded with a few hundred spars from Zhang Guodong.

This time, let's do my part.

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"Senior Brother Huang, do you think this Zhang Guodong can survive the third blow?" On the side, Xi Tiehan looked at the several gambling plates that appeared, and was a little excited.

"No!" Huang Song replied immediately this time.

Human luck can be one, but it cannot be repeated. Is there such a coincidence that you can escape Han Feng's attack three times in a row?

"Hehe, senior brother's vision is right, I'll buy some gambling and make some spar flowers, although Lei Hui, this bastard is a bastard, but there are not too many spars!" Xi Tiehan rubbed his hands and strode towards a few gambling boards.

Huang Song frowned, then sighed.

Speaking of which, he also often tastes the things and fine wines of Wanxian Restaurant. Although he is not familiar with Zhang Guodong, he has no holidays, and he hopes that Zhang Guodong can survive this time.

But is it possible?

"My life, only I can decide! This time, if you can get away with it, you will have to pay the price for the Extreme Dao Sect, Wanyang Sect, and Lei Mansion! Zhang Guodong's blood spurting stopped, and his face turned even paler. But what he didn't lose was his fighting spirit, his bold oath.

The word 'price' is clearly imprinted in everyone's ears.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead, hmph, you go die!" Han Feng was furious. It is too strange and unacceptable to let such a small person provoke himself and release such words.

Third Strike!

The air seemed to freeze for a moment!

Buzz –

In that area, the space couldn't withstand the blow that this ten percent of the power was exerting on the high-grade magic weapon, and it shook!

"High-level attack magic weapons, material attacks, in the hands of quasi-big masters, can be so strong!"

The attack power turned into substance in an instant, like a cloud of energy, and devoured towards Zhang Guodong.

That's more than twice as fast as before!

But what about Zhang Guodong?

Don't dodge? Still there, with a smile? Is it mocking Han Feng for needing to unleash a third blow to kill himself?

Changhong roared, in fact, in an instant, it was so fast that people's eyes couldn't keep up. It's just a general guess, and if it goes on this time, Zhang Guodong is estimated to become scum.

I can't even bear the magic weapon, let alone the flesh?

In that huge, splendid complex, in a garden.

Seven imposing monks drank tea in the garden.

There are men and women, and four of them are the four giants of the textile market. Among them, the two mansion masters, Chixiao and Youlan, usually appear more. The other three spent most of their time cultivating and did not interfere with mundane things.

But this time, the guests here are different from the past, and they are all people of great status. But this should have been one of the five giants, but there was one less, and he was also the big mansion master among the five. He didn't show up to receive the trio.

The three of them didn't complain.

"Retai, what do you think of this third blow? Will that kid be able to escape this? Chixiao asked one of the blue-robed old men with a smile.

This blue-robed old man is Lei Tai.

In the hands of the great master, Lei Tai is known for his short temper and extreme protection.

The other person, wearing a scorching sun red robe, is the sect master of the Wanyang Sect, and is honored as the 'Golden Wheel Dharma King'. Blonde hair, body radiating a fiery aura.

The third person is the master of the Extreme Dao Gate, and the whole person is like a giant sword out of the sheath, exuding an extremely dangerous aura. It seems that it can give a thunderous blow at any time.

Lei Tai snorted, glanced at the Extreme Dao Sect Master with a cold face, and said, "Then it depends on the White Sect Master's beloved disciples, if it is up to me to make a move, it only takes one blow!" ”

His apprentice was the Camel Venerable.

And the apprentice of the master of the Extreme Dao Sect is Han Feng. The Golden Wheel Dharma King accepted a disciple named Xuanyin.

There has never been a word of harmony between sects.

Retai's sarcasm, obviously.

"Hmph-" The Extreme Dao Sect Master snorted coldly. "This matter is not for the Lord of the Laurel Mansion to worry about!"

"I'm very worried, if the little monk has the magical powers, if they are placed in the hands of a big master, the power must not be bad!" The Sect Master of the Wanyang Sect, Jin Lun, smiled and said.

Suddenly, the men looked towards the battle area, as if they could see the scene of the third blow of the battle.

"The results will be revealed soon!"

Chapter 407: The Flesh Life Is Cut Off!

"Poof-" Han Feng's full force blow turned into clouds, destroying all the way through, and even the space shook. But Zhang Guodong didn't move again, watching the attack approaching, he didn't make any moves, in fact, he didn't have much strength to dodge.

The cloud of power instantly swallowed Zhang Guodong.

"Haha!" When Han Feng saw it, he immediately laughed wildly.

But when he saw the strange eyes of the people around him, he immediately shut up.

With a snort, Han Feng turned back into a cold face. The speed of this face change is a miracle.

"Boom!"

The power of the cloud did not decrease in the slightest, and it rushed to the ground, and the ground suffered. A huge crater more than ten meters deep and dozens of meters wide appeared.

If you want to find the flesh and blood residues of people, you will probably have to go down to the pit to know. Because Zhang Guodong's breath suddenly disappeared, it may mean that he is dead.

"Not good!" After Yu Lei hit this blow, he fell into the pit as soon as possible. When the Camel Venerable and Xuanyin and Han Feng saw each other, they were not far behind, and immediately followed.

In that pit, maybe there is Zhang Guodong's storage bag, what if there is a blade-shaped magic power in it? I saw it just now, under Zhang Guodong's serious injury and wanting to die, he actually let Han Feng dissipate with one blow, which is really powerful.

The big ones make the quasi-big masters lose their temper, and the big masters are eager.

Almost at the same time, seven figures appeared in the sky, as if teleporting!

Among the seven people, Lord Youlan waved his sleeves downward, and saw four people flying out of the pit.

Isn't it Yu Lei, Han Feng, Camel Venerable, and Xuanyin, the four quasi-masters!

"The 'Flowing Cloud Sleeve' of the Blue Mansion Lord is really superb, and it has reached the point of Dacheng!" King Jinlun's eyes narrowed, and he praised it.

This 'Liuyun Sleeve' is actually also a magical power, which has something in common with the Qiankun in the sleeve, and has high requirements for the control of space. It's a very practical supernatural power.

Youlanfu was the first to fall to the ground. Others followed.

"I've seen the master, my lords!"

"Master, uncle! Ladies and gentlemen! ”

The four quasi-masters hurriedly saluted.

I was even more shocked in my heart, and I was imprisoned without any resistance. Is this great master using supernatural powers? So powerful?

But then the person suddenly calmed down, and the three eyes looked at Han Feng, which was very weird. Han Feng, on the other hand, blushed and had a thick neck, lowered his head, and did not dare to look at Lei Tai's gaze.

"How did it turn out?"

Retai frowned and asked.

"Master—"

When You Lanfu saw this, she immediately looked at Yu Lei, and Yu Lei nodded hurriedly. Yu Lanfu's eyes lit up, and she immediately flew down into the pit.

"Not dead?!" Lei Tai took a deep breath, and with anger, he scolded Han Feng.

Han Feng's ashamed appearance made Lei Tai very unable to get off the stage.

A quasi-great master, with two high-level magic weapons for one attack and one defense, can't even pack up a little monk of the nineteenth level of plant cultivation. Three blows, I didn't kill the little friar on the spot!

Several big masters had different looks, and now, Lei Tai's joke made a big fuss.

Chixiao and the others even waited for Lei Tai to be embarrassed, and waved their sleeves to take the first step. As usual, this is indeed the case with Retai.

But this time, Lei Tai shook his hand, grabbed Han Feng and threw it out: "Go back and reflect!" ”

Then, after seeing Lei Tai's face change a few times, he said angrily: "I am usually too used to it, but this time I finally let this kid know what it means to have a sky outside the sky!" ”

When these words came out, his voice was loud and spread far away, so Lei Tai deliberately made Han Feng suffocate?

"Lord Lei is really smart!" Regardless of whether the Chixiao people, who are also great masters, know it or not, anyway, the monks in the distance blindly began to worship.

The demeanor of this great master makes them always worship and relish in their spare time.

A famous teacher produces a high apprentice, and there is a master who is a big master, which is what every middle and low-level monk dreams of. But these famous teachers usually don't look at ordinary monks, except for those who are extremely talented.

Just like Yu Lei, waiting for these quasi-masters. Another example is Xi Tiehan and Huang Song, these personal disciples. Nowadays, their cultivation is not necessarily very high, because their cultivation time is broken, but their potential is too great.

After Han Feng was thrown out, he walked away.

This step is considered to be down.

A few people in Jinlun scolded secretly, old fox! Who said that Lei Tai has a tendon in his head, but this thing is done too naturally, and he is too thick-skinned to say.

Due to their identities, Jin Lun, Chixiao and a few other old guys did not go into the pit again, and were waiting for Youlanfu to come up. For a monk of their level, in front of so many juniors, even if they were very peepy at that Zhang Guodong's blade-shaped supernatural power, they couldn't make the action of flying down the pit together.

They could only wait for the Lord of the Blue Mansion to come up. It's just that I wonder in my heart, why doesn't there be the breath of the little monk at the bottom of the pit?

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You Lanfu found Zhang Guodong at the bottom of the pit. But I was surprised. Because although Zhang Guodong's body is broken and his flesh and blood are blurred, fortunately, he is not missing arms or legs. It's just that the broken skin is covered with a layer of grayish-white, and there is too much blood loss.

The body is dying fast, and this is already endangering the life of the monk!

You Lanfu looked at Zhang Guodong in surprise. That breath was going to break almost at any moment. It's almost the same as a dead man.

But as soon as she touched Zhang Guodong's body, she felt that Zhang Guodong was still saved!

It's just that the lord of the mansion has the ability to save people!

"Since you don't deserve to die, then save it!" You Lanfu took out a wax pill and crushed the shell, and a rich fragrance hit her nose. gave Zhang Guodong a suit, pulled it up, and flew out of the deep pit. This elixir can only hang down and ask for a little time.

When it reached the ground, Yu Lanfu did not stop, and flew directly towards the place of the Great Mansion Lord.

"This person will die at any time, I'll take it to the Great Mansion Lord first!"

The three of Lei Tai were naturally unwilling to end this matter and immediately followed.

Just now, their spiritual senses paid attention to Yu Lanfu's every move in the pit, and Yu Lanfu didn't make any small moves.

"What? Shopkeeper Zhang is not dead? ”

The conversation spread right away.

You Lanfu hurriedly took Zhang Guodong away, and this matter couldn't be kept secret at all. It's just that most people are concerned about when Zhang Guodong can die.

If they don't die, then their hedron bet will be lost!

"Don't worry, there is my cousin's brother-in-law on an errand in the mansion of the five adults, he is a deacon, and he is the most well-informed!"

As a result, a war and the Southwest Textile City were ready to move and restless.

The mood is even worse, in fact, there are people like Lei Hui. Jidaomen, Wanyang Sect, and Lei Mansion, the three have opened a big gambling market. If Zhang Guodong doesn't die, they will have to lose a huge amount of money, which is millions of low-grade spars!

In the courtyard of the Spinning City Lei Mansion.

Lei Hui was walking around the hall with a gloomy face at the moment.

After a while, a servant with a big head trotted in, his movements were cautious, and he glanced at Lei Hui from time to time, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and said: "Young master, bet on the money that Zhang Guodong can survive, yes, yes-"

"How many?!"

"Ten thousand and four hundred pins of spar—" This number made the servant's heart cold. It's amazing!

"Oh, not much—" Lei Hui said subconsciously, and then became furious. "What?! You say 10,000? ”

That's a loss of fifty, that's more than 500,000?!

The voice rose sharply, causing the servant to fall to the ground with a frightened thud.

"Yes, if that Zhang Guodong can survive, we will have to pay out 520,000 lower grade spars, that is to say, not only will we not be able to make any money in this bet, but after deducting the 270,000 spars that bet on Han Fengsheng, we will also have to post 250,000 lower grade spars!" Frightened by Lei Hui, the servant's words were actually sharp, and he finished speaking in one breath, and then his face turned pale, as if he was waiting for the young master's fate to be deprived.

Two hundred and fifty thousand lower grade spars are also an astronomical amount for Young Master Lei, unless you look for Lord Lei.

Lei Hui also thought of this problem. But then his face turned pale.

His father's strictness, he was afraid from the bottom of his heart. If he loses 250,000 lower grade spars this time, Lei Fu will probably spit blood.

Nowadays in the outside world, how precious the spar is and how precious the resources are, it cannot be reasonable.

Without these resources, why would the Lei Mansion summon more casual cultivators to serve it? How to strengthen the strength of the Lei Mansion?

"What should I do?" Lei Hui was frightened for a moment and had no idea.

"Young master, young master, this is only the worst plan now, that Zhang Guodong may die at any time, otherwise, you ask the master, isn't the master there, he must know the news as soon as possible-" The servant said suddenly.

"Ah, yes, why didn't I think of it, I'll ask first, don't mention this matter to my father, it's fine!" Lei Hui slapped his face and said. "This hasn't happened yet, that Zhang Guodong will definitely die!"

Hurriedly sent a summons to his father.

Soon, Retai's message returned.

first reprimanded his son, and then said on it: "This kid's physical vitality may be cut off at any time, even if that old guy makes a move, it is estimated that it will be difficult to save it!" ”

But there is still one thing that has not been said, Zhang Guodong's body is indeed too seriously injured. It's just that in the mind, there is a power in the Purple Mansion that is slowly moisturizing and protecting. It's just that this power didn't even notice Youlanfu and the others.

——

"Great!" Lei Hui's smile returned to his face, and the servant breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, young master, it is said that the Extreme Dao Sect and Wanyang Sect have also opened a big gambling plate, buy one, that kid's survival is also 10,000 spars, and it is also a sum!"

"Oh-"

Lei Hui was stunned and didn't take it seriously.

Everyone is taking risks, and you can't let your family sit back and watch your own jokes. That's a matter of face.

In a small yard.

There were several adults waiting outside the door, and it was Lei Tai, Chixiao and others. Except for a few of them, there was no one else in the courtyard for kilometers.

After a long time, the door quietly opened, and an old man with white hair and white beard walked out, and then sighed.

The three of Lei Tai looked at each other and smiled, and their hearts were relieved, it was good to be dead! As soon as Zhang Guodong died, the face of the three families was naturally saved.

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