The stall owner didn't know whether the magic weapon was true or false, and immediately said: "How can you prove the authenticity of this treasure, don't you deceive me with a fake treasure." ”

When he finished saying this, Ling Shuang smiled and said, "Then how do you prove that your treasure is real and mine is fake?" is so innocent and innocent, how can I say that I am innocent of you? ”

Ling Shuang's words can be described as wonderful, Shengsheng threw the words of the original stall owner to make things difficult for him to the stall owner again, which can be said to be the shield of attacking the other with the spear of the other.

However, after all, the stall owner is a land snake, and the onlookers did not think that he could fight against the stall owner because of Ling Shuang's words, although it is difficult to avoid the contradiction between the two parties, most people who understand will still choose to back down, even if it is a strong dragon, how can it overpower the ground snake?

Many people shook their heads and sighed, after all, they are still too young to know the sinister of the world, even if they are overwhelmed in words, what can they do? In the end, he was killed and lost his life.

They have already seen a lot of young people who believe in their self-cultivation, and they are in the hands of an old fox like the stall owner, if they don't know how to back down, it will be all empty after all.

Catching a glimpse of their expressions, Ling Shuang also knew their thoughts, but if he backed down, this contradiction could really be avoided?

It's impossible.

Even if Ling Shuang retreated, the stall owner would still embarrass him, so what could he do if he left? As long as his mind is on his treasures, he still won't let go, coveting his treasures all the time, and finally hibernating to attack and kill himself.

Sure enough, the stall owner squinted his eyes and only said: "It's good for Taoist friends to talk, please first, let's talk about it later." ”

deliberately accentuated the two words of fate, and with the words in his eyes, Sen Han's eyes oozed out, and it can be clearly seen that there is a sense of eagerness to eat it.

Ling Shuang smiled disapprehantly, turned around and left, collected a few good objects, and made a comparison of materials by the way, and then left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

did not return to the inn, but walked towards a dense forest, step by step, and gradually went deeper into it.

After half a pillar of incense, Ling Shuang no longer continued to move forward, but turned around and said leisurely: "After following me for so long, it's time to come out, right?" ”

The applause rang out, and a shadow in the shade of the trees was seen peeling away from the leafy trees, and when the black mist cleared, the man in it appeared, his face covered with a mask, and his identity could not be recognized.

"You know, right?" The man sat on a stone, and under the influence of the mask, his voice could not be judged, and he could not even lock his breath with spiritual power.

"Since ancient times, it is not surprising that wealth has moved people's hearts." Ling Shuang said lightly, without a trace of panic.

"It's not surprising, it's been a long time since anyone can be so calm after knowing that they were being targeted by my shadow." The man smiled happily, as if he was not worried that the other party would take advantage of the opportunity to escape.

"You're quite confident, aren't you afraid that I'll run away?" Ling Shuang asked.

Hearing this, the man looked playful, shook his head and said, "Is there anyone else who is targeted by me and can escape?" Then my signboard will not be smashed sooner, so you can go on the road with peace of mind. ”

As he spoke, the shadow slayer turned into a shadow and melted into the ubiquitous darkness of the dense forest, as if it was everywhere and as if it was not anywhere.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light flashed, hidden in the falling bamboo leaves, and attacked Ling Shuang, who seemed to have known it for a long time, and only moved one step to dodge the killing blow.

At the moment when Ling Shuang dodged, an undetectable silver needle stabbed at him, like a speck of dust, and his eyes couldn't catch it at all, and the silver needle seemed to have been specially treated, and even his spiritual power couldn't be locked.

The two attacks seemed to be attacking Ling Shuang at the same time, no matter which attack it was, it was extremely hidden, Ling Shuang did dodge the sword light, but it fell into the area of the silver needle, if the strength was not good, or it was not detected at all, then the battle could be declared over.

For some reason, on the side of Ling Shuang's body, he dodged the attack of the silver needle again, which was something that Shadow Slayer had never imagined, such a hidden move, even if it was a god-transforming power, he didn't dare to say that he would definitely be able to dodge it.

But the scene in front of him was the truth, he seemed to know the location of all the attacks, and seemed to dodge very casually, as freehand as a hearty dance on the dance floor, and like an ordinary move, without the slightest disobedience.

In order to confirm this feeling, Shadow Slayer sent out several attacks again, but they were all dodged without exception, and the feeling of casualness was not reduced in the slightest, even if it was a cat playing with a mouse.

While dodging, Ling Shuang spoke, "How long is there?" ”

This sentence completely crushed the psychology of shadow killing, is this evading the attack? Are you sure you're soaking in a hot spring or soaking up the sun on the beach? Shadow Slayer stopped holding out, blending into the darkness once more, and retreating into the distance.

After killing himself for so long, how could Ling Shuang let him go? His right foot tapped the ground, and he saw a faint light from the footprints along the way, which was an arrangement he had made before, and there was spiritual power in the footprints of each step, and a large array was laid out.

The chain rose up in the air, passed through the Shadow Slayer's lute bone, and then tied up all his strength, and within a moment, the Shadow Slayer lost its combat effectiveness, and completely kneaded it.

At this time, Shadow Slayer had a guess, and knew the reason for Ling Shuang's freehand dodge, the entire dense forest was a large array he had laid down, how could Ling Shuang not know about Shadow Slayer's attack, and how could he not dodge at will?

It can be said that every action of the Shadow Killer is exposed under Ling Shuang's nose, not to mention that Ling Shuang is the Tai Chi Dao Foundation, Water and Fire Golden Pill, such achievements that can cause visions, compared to the Shadow Killing, this little monk who builds the foundation, how can it not be easy to deal with him?

The reason why he set up a large array is because of the killer's strange methods and unforeseen accidents, he wants to make this killer completely surrender, and then go to attack the people who hired him.

The stall owner thought that if he didn't come forward, even if there was an accident, it would not be his turn, and after all, he still couldn't avoid this catastrophe, and in the end he was a killer carefully cultivated by himself, a loyal killer, who did it to himself.

It is really a good show to love and kill each other, human nature is like this, no matter how great the favor is, at the moment of facing the choice of life and death, there are only a few who stick to their hearts after all.

Thinking of this, Ling Shuang couldn't help but ask herself, what is her true heart over the years?

He didn't know, and he couldn't ask.

Although the path of cultivation is smooth, there is something missing, like a peerless word without the central point, and a proud dragon statue without the finishing touch, which makes people sigh.

Closing his eyes in the shady dense forest, for some reason, he had an inexplicable feeling that "Lin Lei" was his heart and his cultivation.

Stroking the Hanyu long sword, a faint layer of frost fell from his fingertips, like frost and snow in winter, left for this season, and melted away for this season.