The middle of the five-person arch guard was a particularly handsome Terran monk, and the gorgeous brocade robe he wore was an out-and-out medium-grade robe.

For some reason, the handsome man's face was a little abnormally white, and his body was so weak that he could compare with Wu Chen, and in addition, there was a particularly weird evil charm on his face, giving people a particularly uncomfortable feeling.

The other four were two men and two women, but they were not in pairs, the white-faced man in the center was all men on the left, and all the women on the right.

One of the two men is burly and tall, one looks like a monk in Dongzhou, and the other looks like a man, but it is often, the kind that stands out in the crowd, and both of them are also wearing robes, and the light is circulating, and it is estimated that it is also extraordinary.

As for the two women on the right, needless to say, they are both outstandingly beautiful people.

The two of them are two different styles, the one near the man in the middle is also dressed in red, but this red dress is like a whole piece of red cloth, extremely simple, the thighs and breasts are more exposed, a little more inappropriate, and a little less of the kind of just right exposure that people can't reverie.

The woman on the far right of the white-faced man is wearing a light blue dress with round hair, although her appearance is slightly inferior to the woman in red next to her, but she has a more detached appearance.

It's like a white lotus growing leisurely in the mud, not vines or branches, and it can't be said to be dusty.

Wu Chen's gaze swept over the five people one by one, and he stayed on the dusty woman on the far right for a little more.

It just fell in Wu Chen's eyes, this is not a white lotus that grows in the mud, it is completely a blood lotus made of blood.

The white-faced man stepped forward, and the remaining four took a step slower, as if they were the stars and the moon.

Walk until Wu Chen and the two of them stop five steps away.

The smiling man on his face had an indescribable evil meaning.

With his hands pinned behind his back, the white man with a tall face leaned forward a little deliberately, bent down slightly, and said, "What should I do if I have a crush on her?"

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.

Wu Chen looked at the other party very seriously, as if he was thinking about it, and then he spoke: "It's not cheap." ”

The man with a white face seemed to have heard some big joke, but he still endured it when he laughed to the corner of his mouth, "One hundred spirit stones." ”

In the middle of this blood-soaked street, there are many monks on the first floor, and there are not a few who are from prominent families and have high cultivation, but even so, it makes many monks who know the background of the white man only feel that they are gasping.

One hundred spirit stones is a lot of money in this blood-soaked street, and the ordinary middle-grade ninth-order mystical weapon is only this price, but the middle-grade ninth-order mystical weapon can be said to be the best under the top grade, and spending a hundred spirit stones to buy a worthy one will not only not lose, but it is definitely worth it, but now there will actually be a monk to get a medium-grade ninth-order mystical weapon, in exchange for a person who is a loss-making transaction no matter how you look at it.

However, this kind of absurd thing that happened to an ordinary monk just now seemed to be particularly reasonable when placed on a white-faced man who was famous in this blood-soaked street.

Because the white-faced man really didn't care about this huge sum of one hundred spirit stones.

A lot of eyes fell on the white-faced man, who doesn't like the walking spirit stone, and the number of times the white-faced man made a big deal is not a day or two, this time twice, the reason why he is still alive and well, continues to make people's eyes blazing, in vain envy, the sect behind the white-faced man is not the reason why those red-eyed monks are discouraged.

Moreover, the white-faced man is not the sleeping old shopkeeper of the tavern at the end of the street, and he nests on this absolutely safe blood-soaked street all year round, on the contrary, the white-faced man often goes out of this blood-soaked street.

But he was still able to reappear in this blood-soaked street safely, and continue to do those things that would only make people envious, and this alone was something that made people feel very chewy.

Dongzhou is not Zhongzhou, and reporting one's name can scare away many people and reduce how many troubles.

The last thing that the monks of Dongzhou are afraid of is the kind of settling accounts after the autumn, so every time the white-faced man leaves the blood-soaked street, he appears every time, and he doesn't know how much bloody things are involved.

The fact that it can appear in front of everyone's eyes every time can only mean that those monks who have other thoughts in their hearts are all dead without exception.

Wu Chen shook his head and said softly, "Not enough, not enough." ”

The tall man from Dongzhou on the left side of the pale-faced man stepped forward suddenly, and said with a threat: "Boy, don't know what to do, it's a hundred spirit stones, not a hundred Xuanjing, and if you have such a big appetite, be careful to die when the time comes." ”

Wu Chen coughed twice in a row, unable to make the slightest bit of false weakness, looked at the Dongzhou man, but replied with a smile: "If you can't die, you can't die, my appetite may be a little bigger than you think." ”

The pale-faced man waved his hand, and the Dongzhou man did not hesitate to step back, and said nothing.

The man smiled and said to Wu Chen: "Give you a thousand spirit stones, do you dare to ask for it?

Wu Chen showed a mouthful of porcelain white teeth, and said: "I have a lot of shortcomings, but there are few advantages, but one of these few advantages is the kind that is bold and not afraid of heaven and earth, not to mention a thousand spirit stones, even if it is ten thousand spirit stones, as long as you dare to give it, then I dare to ask for it." ”

The white-faced man first looked at it for a while, and then as if he had heard some joke, he laughed heartily, his body seemed to be pulled higher, and his eyes became more and more condescending when he looked at Wu Chen, and said: "If I didn't know that you would definitely die, I would definitely recognize you as a friend." ”

Wu Chen put his hands in the cuffs in front of him, and said with a suspicious expression: "Don't you have no money and can't take out the thousand spirit stones?

The face of the man who claimed to be Li Junyu froze suddenly, and his eyes did not hide his killing intent towards Wu Chen, thinking that by reporting his name, the other party would be more or less interested, after all, he was away from the Dongzhou mountain behind the name Lijun Yu, but there were few mountains in this Dongzhou chaos that could scare and scare people.

Li Yuyu's eyes were gloomy and said, "Boy, do you think that no one can help you in this bloodbathed street?" Or do you plan to be like that old guy and stay in this bloodbathed street for the rest of your life?"