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This is the city of calamity, and the monks who flee here with serious injuries every day are not a hundred but eighty, they have long been accustomed to it, their duty is to guard the city gate and collect the spirit stones, and they are too lazy to take care of other things.

Not long after Qin Ming entered the city, the seven people chased and killed, but when they arrived at this city of calamity, they naturally restrained their murderous spirit, and after honestly handing over the spirit stones, they followed into the city.

As soon as Qin Ming walked into the city, he immediately chose an inn and entered the guest room under the unkind gaze of a group of people.

Qin Ming naturally didn't believe in the inn's formation, and after laying down a few sets of defensive formations with his own hands, he patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and the white shadow flashed and rushed into Qin Ming's arms.

The little guy snuggled in Qin Ming's arms, his little head rubbing against Qin Ming's chest, looking like he was enjoying himself.

Seeing this, Qin Ming couldn't help but smile, and between turning his hands, a red fire spirit grass appeared in his hand, red as lava, shaped like a unicorn galloping, and a rich fragrance permeated the room.

If there were other people present, they would definitely exclaim that the red spirit grass in Qin Ming's hand was the legendary Lin Herb, and it was the best 10,000-year vintage!

The little guy who was originally nestled in Qin Ming's arms moved his nose a few times, and when he turned over, he took the spirit grass in Qin Ming's hand in his mouth, and swallowed the Wannian Lin herb in three or two clicks, licked his mouth, and looked like he was still unsatisfied.

Boom~

The little guy looked at Qin Ming and screamed twice, obviously he still wanted the spirit grass, and Qin Ming, who saw it, shook his head and chuckled.

"Greedy little thing, go, monitor every move in the inn for me, and when the injuries in my body heal, your benefits are indispensable. ”

The little guy is very spiritual, and when he heard Qin Ming say this, he actually stretched out his forelimbs and patted his chest, looking like he was at ease with me.

Swish!

The little guy's figure flashed, ignoring Qin Ming and the formation laid out in the inn, turning into a white light and disappearing.

Qin Ming shook his head, and he couldn't help but recall the scene when he was in the Yunlan Sect, when the little guy stole the white jade snow ginseng, which made him laugh for a while.

After that, Qin Ming sat down cross-legged, with a touch of the space ring between his fingers, a small porcelain bottle appeared in his hand, and after a few painful glances at the small porcelain bottle, Qin Ming's heart moved, and with a 'pop', the bottle cap automatically popped off.

Suddenly, a medicinal fragrance stronger than the previous Wannian Lin herb immediately filled the entire room.

As if he felt something, Qin Ming turned his eyes to look at a corner of the room, and noticed a pair of big thief eyes, staring at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, needless to say who else would be besides the little guy.

Qin Ming was embarrassed for a while, and he didn't care about the little guy, he used his divine sense to control the 10,000-year-old spirit essence milk in the small porcelain bottle, and slowly smeared it on the sword wound on his chest.

The chest, which was originally pierced by a sword, was now healed at a degree visible to the naked eye under the effect of the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Myth Milk, growing delicate muscles and bones and new flesh.

When Qin Ming sighed at the miraculous effect of the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk, he was heartbroken for the amount of half a bottle.

This bottle of Ten Thousand Year Spirit Essence Milk was naturally obtained by him from his ransacking of Huo Yinglong's lair, such a healing holy liquid, and now only half a bottle is left after using half a bottle, which makes him feel a little painful.

However, Qin Ming is not a treasure keeper, and good things can only show their rarity when they are used, otherwise, they are no different from the wild grass swill on the side of the road.

Then, after Qin Ming took a few more healing pills, he closed his eyes and breathed, using his spiritual power to refine the power of the pill.

At this time, in the city of calamity, the middle-aged man took six monks to search for Qin Ming's traces in the city.

However, the city of calamity is too big, and trying to find out Qin Ming is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, and after looking for nearly half a day, there is no clue at all.

"Boss, I've heard from that kid!"

Just when the middle-aged man was angry, one of them ran over from a distance, and the middle-aged man Huo Ran got up and hurriedly asked, "Where is it?"

"It's in the inn up ahead. The man pointed to an inn not far away.

"Lead the way, follow me!"

The middle-aged man walked towards the inn with a group of menacing people.

However, he didn't know that in a corner, a petite white shadow was watching this scene, and when he saw everyone leaving, the little guy's big eyes showed a cunning color.

Swish~

The white light flashed, and the little one disappeared in place.

After a while, a few vendors set up stalls next to them6 continued to appear in their stalls, either missing a few centuries-old elixirs or a few rare spiritual materials, which made the hawker stall area explode all at once.

"My hundred-year-old white wood flower, as well as the Xuanmu fruit, which god stole it!"

"There is also Lao Tzu's essence and jade, the gall of the double crocodile......"

"Wait, it seems that a few people are hanging around with us just now, and they don't buy anything, and they have long thought they are suspicious, maybe they did it. ”

"What is possible, they must have done it!"

"Yes, dare to steal in the city of calamity, I don't know whether I live or die!"

I don't know who is making a fuss, whether the hawker stalls have lost things or not, there has been a riot all of a sudden.

Under the coaxing of the crowd, almost ninety percent of the monks who set up stalls rushed towards the middle-aged man, that is, the inn.

Speaking of middle-aged people, a group of seven people came to the inn in a menacing manner.

There was a white old man standing by the counter, looking like he was in his prime, and when he saw seven people walking into the inn, his cloudy eyes narrowed slightly.

The middle-aged man glanced at the person next to him, the man nodded, walked to the counter and asked, "Shopkeeper, is there a young man with injuries, wearing a green coat, probably so tall and ...... appearance?"

"I'm sorry, but we have the right to keep the customer's information confidential. ”

"Old thing, you ......"

"Shut up!"

Seeing that his subordinates were disrespectful, the middle-aged man snorted lightly and glared at the man back.

Being able to open an inn in the city of calamity is not something that ordinary people can do at all, even if the shopkeeper in front of him is an ordinary person, it does not mean that behind this inn, there is no big man to support him, otherwise he would have been smashed a long time ago.

"My brother is a little extreme, and I hope that the shopkeeper will not be surprised, Kang apologizes to the shopkeeper here, and I hope that the shopkeeper will not blame. The middle-aged man clasped his fists and apologized.

The old man snorted lightly, picked up a book on the counter and read it, ignoring the middle-aged man at all.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face was a little gloomy, but he also endured it patiently and did not do it.

Now it's different from the past, if it was in the past, he would have done it a long time ago, after all, with the black bone stick in his hand, even if the other party is a sect monk, he has the confidence to fight, and now, ......

It's all Qin Ming's fault!

When he thought of Qin Ming, the middle-aged man naturally leaned all the stuffiness in his chest on Qin Ming's head.

"It's him, it's them!"

Suddenly, a loud cheer rang out, and the outside of the inn suddenly became lively.

Everyone in the inn, including the middle-aged seven people, turned their eyes to look outside the inn.

I saw a group of people rushing into the inn, which made the shopkeeper Huo Ran, who was originally pretending to be reading a book, get up and look at the large group of people who rushed in with a gloomy face.

Naturally, it was the hawkers who rushed in, but they were all perennial in the city of scourge, and they knew the rules of the city better than the middle-aged people, and whether they could be provoked or not.

"Forgive me, shopkeeper, I didn't come to make trouble, but for these thieves. A thin man in the lead hurriedly said.

Obviously, this inn is not something they can provoke, otherwise they would not have explained it in the first place.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper, who originally had a somewhat ugly face, suddenly became interested, and after nodding, he twisted his beard and looked at them.

"Guys, this is ......"

"Fill less garlic for Lao Tzu, hand over all the things you stolen, plus a thousand spirit stones per person, otherwise the seven of you don't want to leave the City of Calamity!" The thin man changed his previous politeness to the shopkeeper, and pointed at the middle-aged man and shouted angrily.

"Fart, who stole your things, are you finding fault!"

The people on the middle-aged man's side are all a bunch of outlaws, who originally made some trouble here in the shopkeeper, but now a group of people are inexplicably finding fault, which makes them how to bear it.

"Okay, if you steal something and are still here, the wicked will sue first, if you have a kind, do you dare to destroy the enemy?" Before the thin man could speak, a big man in the crowd shouted.

"Go and go, whoever is afraid is ......"

"Shut up!" the middle-aged man yelled.

Suddenly, the six people who were originally restless behind him closed their mouths one by one, but they were not convinced by the eyes of the hawker and the others.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think there should be some misunderstanding, I might as well sit down and have a good talk, how about it?" said the middle-aged man with a smile.

"What a fart, I tell you seven, today you either hand over your things and compensation, or never go out of the city of disaster, or you will die without a place to be buried, hum!"

After speaking, the hawker and the others didn't give the middle-aged man a chance to explain, turned around and walked out of the inn, stopped more than ten feet away from the inn, and were murderous one by one, seemingly guarding the seven of them out.

"Boss, this group of people is obviously looking for trouble. ”

"What are we going to do, boss?"

Looking at the blocking of the road by a group of vendors outside, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, eager to slap all the fools behind him to death.

What to do?

If you hadn't caused trouble here, would you have made a large group of people drop their cruel words and block them outside without even a chance to explain?

Of course, in this situation, it is difficult for him to say these words, after all, they are now grasshoppers tied to a rope.

One loss, one glory!

What everyone didn't notice was that in a corner of the crowd at the inn at this moment, a young man in Tsing Yi was watching this scene in disbelief, unable to believe what he saw.

This person was naturally Qin Ming, and when the seven of them came to the inn, the little guy came back to inform him.

It's just that he didn't expect that what would happen after that would turn out like this.