Chapter 62: Flea Market Among Cultivators (Ask for Collection, Recommend)
For Mao to scare me?
Gongsun Junyang couldn't figure it out anyway.
Also, I asked someone to mention it, and I said it as if I was a trust.
Especially when he saw the suspicious eyes of others, Gongsun Junyang wanted to cry without tears.
Whether it is for his own face or for his reputation, he has to manage it to the end.
"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense! I don't care about this little money. ”
"Since this friend has taken a step back for the sake of my face, you still have to inch in, can't you say anything?
"I see today's incident, so I will stop here, so as not to hurt the harmony, and it will not be good for anyone!"
After saying this, Gongsun Junyang looked at Wang Yuting quietly, but the threat was self-evident.
Click!
But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of bones shattering next to him.
Dahan's two arms have been fractured, hanging down weakly, and it looks quite serious.
"What are you doing?"
Gongsun Junyang's face couldn't help but turn cold, and just after he finished speaking, he stopped here, and Dahan's arm was discounted.
Wu Zhu's move was tantamount to a slap in the face.
is also a great martial artist, in addition to his lack of combat experience, Wu Zhu is crushed in all aspects.
"My son-in-law said that he would scrap the hand he beat people, but I don't know that he hit with that hand, so I can only scrap both arms, otherwise it will be difficult to go back. ”
"By the way, what did you just say?"
Wu Zhu scratched his head honestly and explained very sincerely.
I'm talking about your sister!
Gongsun Junyang hated it so much that his teeth itched.
"Gongsun Gongzi, please save me!" Dahan said bitterly.
If the arm is discounted, if it cannot be healed well, it will still have an impact on ordinary people, and it will be a fatal blow to martial artists.
At this moment, his first thought is not revenge, but treatment, I hope that Gongsun Junyang can be saved and will not leave any hidden dangers.
"Don't worry, since I have intervened in this matter, I will take care of it to the end! No matter how troublesome it is, I will return you a pair of intact arms!" Gongsun Junyang suppressed the anger in his heart and said heavily.
"It's not troublesome, but I'm afraid that you will cure his arm, and it will be difficult to deal with him when he goes back, so I broke all his bones, very broken and broken, maybe you can make him a pair of prosthetics!"
Wu Zhu smiled honestly.
He swore to the lamp, he really just told the truth, and he never meant to provoke Gongsun Junyang.
"Bastard thing...... You've me off!"
Gongsun Junyang's tone was very cold, almost gritting his teeth, and said word by word.
As a disciple of the hidden sect, he is a master of both medicine and martial arts.
Now it is the cultivation of a great martial artist!
When you are healing, you will be a Buddha, and when you are a demon!
At this moment, he is incarnated as a demon......
Want to kill!
"It's all here, it's very lively!"
Suddenly, a momentum that was also not weaker than Gongsun Junyang pressed.
Tang Weidong was wearing a Tang costume and came with a figure-eight step.
"Is this kind of thing going to happen to the shadows?" said Gongsun Junyang coldly.
"It's serious! It's just ...... If you want to fight, you can find a secluded place, so that I can clean up the mess afterwards!" Tang Weidong said with a smile on his lips.
"Boy, let's go! I want to see today, how many catties and taels do you have?" Gongsun Junyang still gave Tang Weidong face, but still refused to give up.
"I'm not going!" Wu Zhutou shook like a rattle.
"What, this is scared? Wasn't it arrogant just now?"
"That's not it, I'm not afraid even if I meet a blind bear. It's just that before leaving home, my father said, no matter what you do, don't learn from Ah Huang, and strangers will rush over to fight as soon as they tease!"
"Ah Huang, who is Ah Huang?"
"One of my dogs is particularly powerful, and the dogs and cubs in the village are barking around it!"
“......”
+999 negative emotions from everyone!
Wu Zhu still didn't go out after all, holding the big man's abolished fingers, unlocking the mobile phone and successfully transferring the money, he left excitedly.
Leaving a group of people messy in the wind.
"Wu Zhu also learned badly, who did he learn from, and he still has to work hard?"
Chu Wuya muttered in the Imperial Courtyard.
Lu Xiaoliang: "......"
Isn't it you?
Dare to say it's not you?
In addition to connecting with each other and making friends, the most attractive thing about the practitioners' event is trading.
Transactions between each other are not with money, but with barter.
Many people will exchange things they don't need and can't get accurate, a bit like a flea market.
If you're lucky, you might be able to buy something good, but you might also be able to buy a scrap.
In the peach orchard, after late autumn, the vigorous peach trees are only bare branches, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of dead leaves, which is quite desolate.
But now there are all kinds of people in it, and it seems to be very lively.
Although he didn't have much hope, he was still ready to walk around the stalls when he arrived at Chu Wuya.
"Centennial elixir, the price is fair, and Tong Su is not bullied!"
"I'm not afraid that you won't buy it, I'm afraid that you don't know the goods, extraterrestrial meteorites, and only replace them with high-grade ancient jade. ”
"A spirit beast, come and take a look!"
“......”
Many people are like wet market aunts, selling their own goods.
Chu Wuya's divine sense swept over, and he couldn't help but look weird.
The black stone is clearly a pebble, but it is said to be a meteorite outside the sky.
And that colorful wolf cub that was burned, what the hell is it?
It seems that this is the so-called Ascetic Festival?
In Chu Wuya's opinion, it's almost the same as a bunch of mud legs.
Most of them are scattered cultivators without sects and sects, and there are not even a few people from small sects, let alone the top ten mountain gates that protect the country!
Of course, except for Gongsun Junyang, the hidden gate is one of the genuine mountain gates to protect the country.
Suddenly, Chu Wuya's footsteps stopped and walked straight to a stall under the old peach tree.
The stall owner was an old man, thin and a little obscene, and if there was one word to describe him, it would be the most appropriate eyebrow.
However, you can guess by looking at what he wears that his life is not satisfactory.
In fact, many casual cultivators don't have much money to spare, after all, cultivation is a very expensive thing, don't look at them spending so much money, it's so unhappy.
But in fact, most of them are swollen faces and fat people, who knows who is bitter!
Otherwise, do you think they are in a hurry to work for some rich people?
That's right!
If the cultivation is high, it is said that it is good to worship, and if it is cultivated, it is average, that is, bodyguards and thugs.
In fact, it is essentially a working man.
"A few young masters, look at what to order, I am a family heirloom, and the price is fair, Tong Su is not bullied!"
He's so poor!
Looking at some ornaments, crockpots and other things on the stall, Chu Wuya couldn't help but smile dumbly.
The yin qi on it is so heavy, and the funeral goods are almost the same.
"Old man Tong, who doesn't know which bowl of rice you eat, and the family heirloom treasure, go to dig people's ancestral graves again!"
A middle-aged man with long hair next to him teased.