"You're not going to give it back to me, are you?" When the trampled disciple saw this scene, he was stunned on the spot.

"Nonsense, the sect rules, if you grab it, it's your own, why should I give it back to you." I said confidently.

“……”

The disciple who was trampled on cried and was speechless for a while.

It is said that it is good to act bravely, and it is said that it is good to be the master of the weak group, it is all a routine......

He had no choice but to accept his fate.

"Damn, it's always been Lao Tzu who robbed other people's things, you kid has a kind, you dare to rob me, you really think you exploded Yin Zhiping's chrysanthemum, it's awesome?"

Song Zhe looked angry, so many disciples around him watched the excitement, and the spirit crystal was snatched away by the other party, which made him feel dull on his face, and shouted: "Bring it to Lao Tzu immediately, the position of the first person in this square is not your turn to sit!"

"Hehe, it should be you who hand over all the spirit crystals on your body, and you still sit in the first person position in the square, otherwise, I don't mind letting you go home and use a wheelchair."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

Song Zhe, as the first person in the square, snatched countless disciples, absolutely fat, robbed him, and robbed him of dozens of ordinary disciples, which is why I stood up.

"Grass! Shameless for your face, I'm really afraid of you! ”

Song Zhe was extremely angry, roared angrily, stretched out his big fan-like hand, and grabbed the storage bag on my waist.

"It's a fight! It's time for a fight! ”

"Beat, beat, it's not a good thing, kill one less one!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the people around him who were watching the excitement suddenly became excited, wishing that we would both lose.

"Smack!"

There was a bang, resounding throughout the square.

The screams came out of Song Zhe's mouth bitterly, and his body flew upside down like a cannonball, falling to the ground, making a loud "boom".

Burst!

Song Zhe spat blood, his expression was full of horror and incredulity, he was extremely injured, but not fatal, and when he was about to struggle to get up, I had already rushed over first, raised my foot and stepped on him fiercely.

This scene was seen by the people around him, and he was suddenly silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

At this moment, a thought appeared in everyone's hearts at the same time.

This Zhuang Bifan, what kind of cultivation is it!

first exploded Yin Zhiping's chrysanthemum with a stick, and now he slapped Song Zhe again!

With one move tightly, he overturned the two masters of the first and second thunder tribulations!

This son is unfathomable, and he is the first person in the square.

Even, there is the possibility of challenging the way.

"Little bastard, you deceive me and attack me while I'm not prepared!"

"There's a kind of let go of me, let's have a fight in the open!"

Song Zhe glared and roared, just now he only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he was shot out, and he didn't even have time to use his supernatural powers, and his heart was extremely unwilling.

"Fart, Lao Tzu is here to grab the spirit crystal, not to fight with you."

I didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and stepped on his chest with a slight force, and suddenly the sound of bones shattering.

"Whew!"

Song Zhe screamed, only to feel that his chest seemed to burst, and there was a numbing "click" sound.

A breath of death gripped his heart, and he hurriedly raised his arm and lifted a bulging bag high.

"Don't step on ...... I'll hand over the spirit crystals! Song Zhe used all his strength and shouted hissed.

I reached out and snatched the bag, weighed it, and felt very heavy, and suddenly my brow was overjoyed.

"Hurry up, it's cold on the ground."

I picked up Song Zhe, patted the dirt on his body, and pretended to be caring: "Look at you, your chest is collapsed, how good it would be to hand it over early, you have to be beaten." ”

Song Zhe's body trembled, his eyes were full of fear when he looked at me, and asked in a trembling voice, "I have given you all my spirit crystals, can I go?" ”

I took out a pill, handed it to him, and said, "What's the hurry, look at yourself, you're all injured, I have a hemostatic pill, you can take it quickly to heal." ”

Song Zhe looked at the pill in his hand and asked with a sad face, "This can't be poison, right?" ”

I turned pale and reprimanded: "I said nonsense, I want to kill you, how can I use poison to kill you so troublesomely." ”

After listening to this, Song Zhe also felt that it made sense, besides, he was extremely injured now, and he couldn't care so much, so he took the pill in one bite and used his mana to refine it.

The pill melts in your mouth.

Song Zhe only felt a cool breath circulate throughout his body, converging towards the wound on his chest.

After a few seconds, Song Zhe was stunned, and unexpectedly found that his wound was no longer painful, the broken bone was gradually healing, and everything was developing in a good direction.

Song Zhe tried to move his body, and found that it was not a big problem, and immediately exclaimed: "Big brother, your elixir is really a god." ”

"You're pretty knowledgeable."

I put my arm around his shoulders and introduced him endlessly: "This elixir, called the Resurrection Pill, is not ordinarily precious, it is made of thousand-year-old snow lotus, 10,000-year-old ginseng, and the demon beast Neidan of the Thunder Tribulation Period...... Waiting for hundreds of precious medicinal materials, refining ninety-nine and eighty-one days, can produce one, and you are lucky enough to eat one, which is a great creation. ”

"With so many medicinal herbs, it must be very expensive." Song Zhe asked subconsciously.

"Of course, a hundred spirit crystals, Tong Su is not deceived." As I spoke, I put my hand in front of Song Zhe's eyes and made a movement of twisting money.

"Big ...... Eldest brother...... What do you mean? Song Zhe was stunned all of a sudden.

"What do you mean? Are you stupid? Do you want to take my pill for nothing and not give money? I snorted coldly, and my expression became displeased.

As soon as these words came out, Song Zhe was dumbfounded, and his eyes looked at me, revealing a deep fear.

Not only him, but everyone present also gasped one by one.

"This Zhuang Bifan is too damaged, it turns out that he is not kind enough to treat Song Zhe's injuries, but takes the opportunity to blackmail!"

"This person is a smiling tiger, so vicious!"

"Grass, livestock, a pill with a hundred spirit crystals, why don't you grab it!"

………

"Big brother...... I've given you all my crystals...... It's really gone......" Song Zhe's body trembled, and when he spoke, he was already shaky and unsteady on his feet.

"It's okay, there are no spirit crystals, you can exchange them for equivalent magic weapons." I looked at his storage bag and guided.

"I can't hand over the magic weapons, and I only have these family funds left." Song Zhe's face was pale, and he reached out and grabbed the storage bag on his waist, for fear that I would snatch it.

"It's stupid, you have to think about it, the magic weapon is important, or the life is important!" I had a fierce look in my eyes and made a direct threat.

"I'll hand it over, can't I hand it over......" Song Zhe shuddered with fright, untied the storage bag with trembling fingers, and handed it to me with a grief-stricken face.

I reached out and took it, opened it, and nodded in satisfaction.

I saw that the storage bag was full of swords, axes, sticks, everything.

There are also two magic weapons, the light is flickering, the aura is compelling, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

"Brother Song, I still have an elixir to improve my cultivation, you see ......"

I took a look at Song Zhe's robe and found that it was a magic robe, so I immediately took out a pill and handed it to him.

"I don't want the pill, I really don't want it......"

Song Zhe's face turned pale, he turned his head and ran, because of the urgency of running, he also fell, stood up and continued to run, and kept muttering: "Demon...... He's a demon......"

A man who is beaten with iron is simply tortured and crazy.

(End of chapter)